Bonjour, Monsieur Grunge..-Chapter the First (AKA, Prepare To Run Far Away!!!!)
A Sorato/Comedy Fanfic.
Digital Romance-3.
aew
Pierre reflected upon his life carefully and was amazed to find it had been rather tame. "Oh," he sighed sadly, "but to have one night of excitement.."
"EEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! Look at the pretty wine glasses!!! Oh, can we get some? Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease???!!!!" Silence fell across the enormous establishment and everyone turned to stare at a group of three teenage boys and two girls-one of which was sporting a flamboyant pink Mohawk, dressed in a baby blue shirt with Sailor Moon on it (the words 'YEAH, BABY' written underneath the picture of said-heroine).
After Pierre recovered from his state of shock and horror, he straightened his bowtie and regally strolled over to the group. "Monsieurs," he greeted Yamato, Asanuma, and Touya; "Mademoiselles," he greeted Sora and Perm. Perm giggled obnoxiously and leaned over, whispering something in the waiter's ear.
Pierre paled, then promptly passed out on the floor without warning. "Dear God!" Asanuma cried, "you moron! What'd you do?!" Perm smiled condescendingly. "My dear, dear fool, I simply told him my true gender."
There was a moment of silence.
Yet somewhere far, far away, in another galaxy that exists in my brain, some freaky guy with asthma and an obsession with black capes/helmets/armor cackled and said, "Luke, I am your father."
But that's off the subject.
But is it?
Is anything ever off the subject?
Why does my brain hurt so?
WHY AREN'T MONGOOSES REFERRED TO AS MONGEESE?!
WHY IS THE EARTH ROUND?!
WHY IS THE SKY BLUE?!
AND WHY HASN'T ANYONE TOLD ME WHY MY HEAD HURTS???!!!
I got off the subject again, didn't I?
You could have TOLD me, but nooooooo….
Perm: Are you gonna write anymore? 'Cause if you aren't, I'm gonna go buy a lovely sugar pink evening gown.
0.o
And to think I created him….__;
*
Sora carefully arranged her skirts and sat down into her chair. Yamato beamed at her and the two leaned closer and closer together, ready to meet lips when…
"OMIGOD!!!! THAT IS TOOOOOO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!" Perm shrieked.
Boyfriend and girlfriend both flinched at exactly the same time.
Boyfriend and girlfriend both turned and glared at Perm at exactly the same time.
Perm started sweating and 'teehee'd nervously before bolting out of his chair and running like the dogs of hell were after him.
Though, considering I'm the author, I COULD do that…
*shrugs*
And that, my fellow Digi-authors, is the reason why my doctor tells me not to overdose on sugar.
I'm too lazy to write more and I'm on a Daikari rush.
So, ja ne till later, ya nutcases.
Who am I to talk?
PallaPlease, angel of Daikari, Miyakeru, Wiloyo, and the word 'please.'
A Sorato/Comedy Fanfic.
Digital Romance-3.
aew
Pierre reflected upon his life carefully and was amazed to find it had been rather tame. "Oh," he sighed sadly, "but to have one night of excitement.."
"EEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! Look at the pretty wine glasses!!! Oh, can we get some? Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease???!!!!" Silence fell across the enormous establishment and everyone turned to stare at a group of three teenage boys and two girls-one of which was sporting a flamboyant pink Mohawk, dressed in a baby blue shirt with Sailor Moon on it (the words 'YEAH, BABY' written underneath the picture of said-heroine).
After Pierre recovered from his state of shock and horror, he straightened his bowtie and regally strolled over to the group. "Monsieurs," he greeted Yamato, Asanuma, and Touya; "Mademoiselles," he greeted Sora and Perm. Perm giggled obnoxiously and leaned over, whispering something in the waiter's ear.
Pierre paled, then promptly passed out on the floor without warning. "Dear God!" Asanuma cried, "you moron! What'd you do?!" Perm smiled condescendingly. "My dear, dear fool, I simply told him my true gender."
There was a moment of silence.
Yet somewhere far, far away, in another galaxy that exists in my brain, some freaky guy with asthma and an obsession with black capes/helmets/armor cackled and said, "Luke, I am your father."
But that's off the subject.
But is it?
Is anything ever off the subject?
Why does my brain hurt so?
WHY AREN'T MONGOOSES REFERRED TO AS MONGEESE?!
WHY IS THE EARTH ROUND?!
WHY IS THE SKY BLUE?!
AND WHY HASN'T ANYONE TOLD ME WHY MY HEAD HURTS???!!!
I got off the subject again, didn't I?
You could have TOLD me, but nooooooo….
Perm: Are you gonna write anymore? 'Cause if you aren't, I'm gonna go buy a lovely sugar pink evening gown.
0.o
And to think I created him….__;
*
Sora carefully arranged her skirts and sat down into her chair. Yamato beamed at her and the two leaned closer and closer together, ready to meet lips when…
"OMIGOD!!!! THAT IS TOOOOOO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!" Perm shrieked.
Boyfriend and girlfriend both flinched at exactly the same time.
Boyfriend and girlfriend both turned and glared at Perm at exactly the same time.
Perm started sweating and 'teehee'd nervously before bolting out of his chair and running like the dogs of hell were after him.
Though, considering I'm the author, I COULD do that…
*shrugs*
And that, my fellow Digi-authors, is the reason why my doctor tells me not to overdose on sugar.
I'm too lazy to write more and I'm on a Daikari rush.
So, ja ne till later, ya nutcases.
Who am I to talk?
PallaPlease, angel of Daikari, Miyakeru, Wiloyo, and the word 'please.'