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AN- Apt analogy for judgement. Again, a few drabbles too short to merit their own chapters. Err. More like two. Blahh. I'm feeling sleepy and lathargic today. Don't expect anything else until tomorrow.
Prompt- Hurricane judgement
"I still can't believe I did that," Marluxia said, looking highly disturbed. The pink haired man was sprawled out on the sofa next to Larxene, who had a chocolate bar sticking out of her mouth, and was in the process of sharpening her nails to needle points.
"I can, you're a weird, touchly feely, lets-talk-about-our-feelings drunk. Its creepy," Larxene replied.
"But- but- Vexen of all people!"
"When you put it like that its even creepier. Maybe it was just a moment of clouded judgement."
Marluxia snorted. "My judgement was not 'clouded'. My judgement was in the middle of a fucking hurricane," he paused, blinked several times, and lamented, "Or something equally ridiculous."
Whole text- My judgement was not "clouded". My judgement was in the midst of a fucking hurricane or something ridiculous.
Prompt- Soundproofing
Axel and Roxas were fairly confused to enter the kitchen and have every person glare at them exhastedly. Larxene opened her mouth to say something, probably make some sort of snide comment, and was cut off with a yawn. Which sparked a round of yawning from any of the nobodies who had been watching her.
Whoever said yawns weren't contaigous really had no idea what they were talking about. Or had some sort of inexplicable immunity.
A rather haggard appearing Luxord, with dark circles under his eyes, who had been the only one not caught in the compulsive yawning stepped forward, holding out and envelope. "We all chipped in to pay for soundproofing your room. This is getting ridiculous."
Whole text- The rest of us are chipping in to soundproof your bedroom. This is getting ridiculous.