Disclaimer: …Do I really have to do one of these every chapter?

A/N: So I was writing a serious, in depth chapter focusing on how badly Shilo was dealing with the whole severed head thing… And it was so depressing I couldn't make myself write it anymore. So now, I present you with the stickiest fluff I could think of. Feel free to tell me if it's too over the top, but I regret nothing! Nothing I tell you!

Graverobber, was normally amused by life's random moments of schadenfreude…

"Hey, Sparrow! You'll never guess what I found in the dump today!" Graverobber said gleefully as he practically pranced through Shilo's kitchen, carefully cradling an object in his arms.

"In here!" Shilo called from the adjoining room.

"Where is 'here'?" Graverobber called out into the echo-y house in general.

"Parlor!"

Graverobber scoffed and rolled his eyes. Like he knew what room would be the 'parlor' and where it was located… He grumbled good-naturedly and started walking through the house, his prize cradled in the box in his arms. He grinned at the thought of the reaction that his dumpster diving find was going to elicit from his Sparrow.

Not in the kitchen… Nor the dining room- ha! He knew what the dining room was; it had the table in it! And she definitely wasn't in the big hall thingy that the staircase started at...

"Marco!" he called out.

"What?" Sparrow's shouted back in a confused voice.

Aha!

Graverobber grinned at his own cleverness. Forward! He strode forward, through the big hall thingy to the doorway on the other side. Graverobber cocked his head as he considered the fact that he'd never been in this part of the house before. He poked his head around the partially open door.

Meh. Library. No wonder he'd never been in this part of the house… Row after row of dusty, old, falling apart books. Graverobber doubted there was a single piece of porn in the entire room. Speaking of porn… he should really check under Sparrow's bed and see what he could use to blackmail her into making pancakes… Mmmm pancakes…

Graverobber's stomach grumbled and he glared past the box in his hands at his stomach. Food later! Surprise now!

After what seemed forever to an impatient Graverobber (but really, it was only a minute or two) he found a second door.

The door, like the others he'd been following, was partially open, and from the other side he finally heard noises of inhabitation. Including what sounded like humming.

Huh… he'd forgotten his sparrow could carry a note. He grinned at the memory of Sparrow drunk and singing on a table top. Admittedly, that night had been far more trouble than the memory was worth, but still… she'd been pretty eye-catching while she'd sung on top of that table… And as for the trouble after that- well, a couple of weeks helped to dim the memory of Sparrow's projectile vomiting skills.

Graverobber carefully shifted the box in his hands to have a better grip on it and grinned in anticipation. He burst through the door-

"Sur-!"

"Gah!"

"Ow!"

"No!"

"ARGH!"

-And crashed into the ladder that was just inside the doorway.

Graverobber rapped his head on the ladder's locking bar and the ladder tipped forward for a moment before snapping shut, Shilo fell off the ladder and crashed into a stunned Graverobber and the bucket of paste that'd been on the ladder splashed all over both of them. Strips of wallpaper fluttered to the floor around them and on them.

"Ow…" Shilo weakly moaned. She rubbed the side of her head with the back of one hand and tried to sit up. The sticky mess all over herself and Graverobber.

There seemed to be a jolt of heat from wherever Graverobber and Shilo were touching in their sprawl of limbs. But Graverobber ignored whatever heat he felt because Shilo was his sparrow and that was very inappropriate because she was like, thirteen or something. So he told his libido to cool it and besides, he hurt.

"Get…off…" Graverobber wheezed. He grabbed her waist and tried to roll Sparrow off of him. Oh god… his head… And what the hell was all over him? He felt like something sneezed all over him…

Shilo grunted when she felt herself shifting as Graverobber pushed at her. She planted a hand on the floor and tried to sit up.

Graverobber tried to rub his forehead with his hand.

Shilo's hand on the floor was suddenly jerked out from under her and she fell on top of Graverobber again. Their heads knocked together with a painful rap.

"Ow!" Shilo cried out. "What did you do that for?" she asked in a pained voice.

"Hells, Sparrow. You're too goddamned heavy… Get off!" Graverobber growled. Shilo tried to move her legs so she could sit up and felt an odd pulling in her pant legs.

Shilo's eyes widened in realization.

"Wait, Graverobber-" Shilo started to talk, but Graverobber tried to shove her off of him again- his hand still on her waist.

"Graverobb-" Shilo tried again as she tried to keep her balance. Shilo flung one hand out, trying to keep from falling. Graverobber growled as Shilo grabbed his sleeve and yanked his arm over.

"Shilo- so help me God…" Graverobber growled angrily. He was tired of Shilo bouncing around on his bruised ribs and his head hurt and she was flinging his limbs around like a quadriplegic… He gave up trying to be vaguely nice about getting Shilo off of himself and simply rolled the two of them.

Shilo yelped as she was tipped on her side and rolled over.

Suddenly, Graverobber was on top, looking down at a surprised Shilo.

"Gah!" Shilo yelped, her eyes wide. Words had escaped her.

Graverobber tried to stand up, but found Shilo's legs still wrapped around his thighs. One of her hands still clutched his shoulder. Her chest seemed to be plastered to his chest. Graverobber blinked, his brain momentarily short circuited.

"Look, Sparrow, I know I'm sexy as hell, but you're a little young for me, AND you bashed me in the head. I'm not interested right now." He tried to sit up and found he couldn't.

"Gah! No! I- Uh, I mean! Gah!" Shilo babbled.

He tried to pull his hand off of Shilo's waist so he could push her off of him and found his hand tightly stuck to her shirt. He gave a couple of experimental tugs. He glanced to the side and saw that Shilo's forearm seemed to be propped on his bicep. That was an odd position for her arm… Various strips of paper seemed to be stuck to their clothing… And finally, he noticed that their hair seemed to be entangled. No… wait… it was more like it was… stuck… together…

Graverobber paused for a moment. "…Alright, I'll bite. Why are we stuck together?" he finally asked.

Shilo was wide eyed and mute.

Graverobber sighed and shut his eyes for a moment. This was going to take drastic action. He couldn't deal with being glued to Shilo while she was having one of her fugues of embarrassment. He opened his eyes and eyed the practically comatose Shilo before he dug his fingers against Shilo's side.

She squealed and flailed like someone electrocuted her. Which made Graverobber lose what little balance he'd had and he fell on top of her.

The air rushed out of Shilo and she wheezed. A little vindictive voice in the back of Graverobber's voice was gleeful that Shilo got to see exactly what it felt like when someone squished you with their weight and he was disappointed he didn't have a chance to fall from four feet up on top of her after she'd gotten bashed in the head.

"Don't fade out again, Sparrow." Graverobber ordered Shilo from somewhere around her neck. He pulled his head up so he could look her in the eyes and not focus about how her neck smelled very nice.

It was a good thing that whatever glue had stuck them together had dried quickly, or Shilo may have died from embarrassment from Graverobber gluing himself to her neck. …Graverobber also would have been upset with the situation.

"You tickled me!" Shilo accused Graverobber.

"You GLUED us together." Graverobber retorted.

"I did not!" Shilo snapped at him, momentarily forgetting to be embarrassed as she remembered that she was MAD about this situation. "What kind of person just runs through a closed door without knocking first- or at least announcing their presence?" she demanded.

Graverobber glared at her. "I wasn't running. I was surprising you-" he started.

Shilo snorted. "Good surprise." She said sarcastically, not noticing that Graverobber had stopped speaking and was wildly looking around.

"Where's the box?" Graverobber asked in a voice that had a touch of unease- not anxiety! He was not anxious!- in it.

"What box?" Shilo asked.

"The box I was carrying when you hit me with a ladder." Graverobber said distractedly as he craned his head around.

"I didn't see a box. I didn't even see you until you knocked me off the ladder." Shilo said pointedly.

Graverobber craned his head over his left shoulder until he felt a pinching feeling in his neck and finally spotted a corner of the box peeking out from behind the partially closed door behind him. He couldn't tell if it was upright or not.

Graverobber grunted and managed to haul himself into a position where most of his weight was off of Shilo. "Fun's over. We need to get unglued." He told her. He looked at her expectantly.

"…What?" she finally asked a little uneasily.

Graverobber sighed. "How do we get unglued?" He asked her in the kind of tone you use when speaking to a particularly young child.

Shilo's eyes glanced at anywhere but Graverobber's face. "Uhh…"

Graverobber resisted the urge thump his forehead against the floor. "You don't know." He stated.

"I wasn't planning on getting glued to someone!" Shilo said in a panicked not-my-fault voice. Graverobber noticed that Shilo's breath started speeding up again.

Graverobber closed his eyes again and tried to fight off the headache that threatened to become a migraine. "Okay. Let's just take this one step at a time." He said in his best calm voice.

"First off, Sparrow. Stop panicking. We can't get out of this if you have an aneurysm." He ordered.

Shilo's eyes were wide.

"I mean it." Graverobber said in a firm voice. "Trust me when I say that this isn't the worst compromising position you're ever going to be in your life. So it's not a big deal. So. Stop. Panicking."

Shilo's eyes- if possible- were wider and indicated that she didn't believe him.

"Seriously, you're like, seventeen, right? Didn't daddy dearest ever catch you with a boy or something?" Graverobber asked.

Shilo's jaw dropped and a blush crept over her cheeks. She hesitantly shook her head no.

Graverobber blinked. There was no way she was THIS sheltered. NOBODY was this sheltered. "…Girlfriend?" he asked weakly.

Shilo glared at him for a moment but the flaming blush that had crept down her neck and across the tips of her ears didn't stop the surprised, "No!" from coming out of her mouth.

Hoo-Boy… he may need to rethink this whole Sparrow's-got-porn-under-her-bed-theory. …Wait-a-minute…Sparrow… Sparrow might be a virgin?

For the second time in less than ten minutes, Graverobber's brain short-circuited.

Something odd must have shown in Graverobber's face because Shilo gave him a concerned look and asked if he was okay.

Oh hell no. He most certainly was NOT okay. Not okay AT ALL. But instead of saying anything, Graverobber returned to his most practical stand-by. Graverobber thumped his head to the floor just over Shilo's shoulder. She stiffened, but Graverobber didn't care. Bad thoughts were in his head and they needed to get out NOW.

After a couple of thumps, Graverobber left his head against the floor and spoke at Shilo's shoulder. "Okay. This might be more compromising than you've ever been in before, but trust me when I say that you will most definitely experience other humiliating experiences with worse compromising positions."

There was a silence for a moment. "Was... that supposed to make me feel better?" Shilo asked in a pained voice.

Graverobber thumped his head on the floor a couple more times instead of answering her.

"Uhhh… there, there?" Shilo asked in a small confused voice. Graverobber felt her hand give his shoulder a small squeeze. "I feel much better now?" she said in a question.

Graverobber just stayed silent.

"…Graverobber? I feel better now. What's the next step?" Shilo asked.

Step? Steps. Right. First Shilo needed a nunnery… "…What are we glued with." Graverobber asked in a pained voice while still talking to Shilo's shoulder.

"It's wallpaper paste." Shilo said hesitantly.

"How's it work."

"…this is really awkward with you in my shoulder." Shilo stated.

"Tough." Graverobber said flatly. He was never looking his sparrow in the eyes again. "Explain how it works."

"It's a water based paste that needs heat and moisture to activate the modified double polymer cyanoacrylate-methylcellulose bond that creates a fast acting adhesive that's doesn't absorb into the paper but dries out and bonds causing a glaze-" Shilo started to explain, but Graverobber was lost after 'water based paste' and 'fast acting adhesive'.

"Okay, that's enough," Graverobber interrupted her. "I want to know how you get it off."

"…It's wallpaper paste." Shilo said in a small voice. "It's not supposed to come off."

Graverobber scoffed. "Everything has a way to come off, Sparrow." He thought for a moment before he asked, "Okay, let's say you want to change the wallpaper, how do you get the wallpaper off?"

"…you cover it up with a new layer of wallpaper." Shilo said in a are-you-stupid tone of voice.

Graverobber growled. "Sparrow…"

"I'm sorry! I told you, I wasn't planning on getting covered in this stuff! I don't know how to get it off!"

Graverobber sighed. "Is it waterproof when it dries?" he asked, not having any hope that it was.

"I…don't know." Shilo said surprised.

Graverobber lifted his head off of Shilo's shoulder in amazement. "…How do you not know if it's waterproof?" he asked incredulously. "You can rattle off words like Cyrano-pencials-"

"Cyanoacrylate?" Shilo asked.

"-But you don't know if this stuff is WATER PROOF?" he finished.

Shilo hesitantly shrugged. "It's WALLPAPER PASTE." She said again. "Wallpaper is delicate. It's not like you can wash the walls with water- it completely melts the paper. There's this special putty you use to dab at the paper to clean it-"

"Water melts the paper." Graverobber stated with a bland face.

"It's paper!" Shilo defended.

"And when you have to put new wallpaper up, do you just throw more glue on and throw the paper up?" Graverobber asked, still with a bland voice.

Shilo shook her head. "That would make the walls all lumpy looking. You have to steam clean the walls to take off any remnants on the walls and make sure there's nothing to cause the new wallpaper to become… lumpy…" Shilo trailed off.

"Steam clean." Graverobber stated. A grin started to creep across his face.

"…Yeah…?" Shilo looked confused for a moment before realization dawned and she sighed. "I'm an idiot." Shilo stated.

Graverobber chuckled. "You still getting hot water in this place, Sparrow?"

A/N#2: 'Insert heartfelt plea for reviews here.' Naaaah, I'm just joshing ya. While reviews are nice and always help inspire me to write more chapters, this chapter was entirely for my own selfish enjoyment and I'm just happy enough to share it. Feel free to review and let me know what you think of the chapter. Next chapter should be out soonish. Thanks for reading! I'm still completely blown away that people keep telling me that this is a good piece of writing, lol.

PS- would anybody hate it if I added a third POV to the story? Miss Amber Sweet is gnashing her teeth in my head and won't stop whining about having a bit of the limelight.