Cymbal-listic
There were a lot of things that Stork hated.
He hated Cyclonian attacks; he hated surprises; he hated surprise Cyclonian attacks.
But what he hated most of all was Finn.
Stork hated Finn's unpredictability; he hated Finn's cocky attitude; he hated the way that Finn pushed each and every button on the Condor's dashboard when he was specifically told not to.
But what he hated most of all about Finn was his music.
Every single day, it seemed, Finn pranced around the bridge, playing his horrid new music. As if the wretched guitar hadn't been bad enough!
Stork didn't know how much more he could take before he finally cracked.
CLANG!
CLANG!
CLANG!
"I" CLANG! "love" CLANG! "cymbals!" Finn whooped over the bashing of his new birthday presents from the week before.
"Curse you, Junko," Stork gritted through his teeth, simultaneously sticking a cork in each ear.
Okay, I know, two months is a HUGE writing gap, but I was sorely lacking inspiration! You can't write something from nothing, ya know.
I am sending out an emergency plea to my readers: Some of you may have noticed that 'Asleep','Giggles', and 'New Year's' have been removed from this drabble series. If you didn't, you're noticing it now. Anyway, I didn't do that on purpose. Long story short, they're gone and I'm asking if anyone might have saved any one of them. If someone can give me one or all of my old drabbles, I will dedicate an old drabble of their choice to them, or write a new one in their honour.
Well, nothin' else to say here but review!
