A/N: There we were, sitting at Wegman's, eating our sushi, and dumplings
*pats Katashi* and this just came out, into the conversation. I think we
were all tired. But anyway..enjoy!
By: Katashi Usagi, Trunks-chan, and Nagi-chan
The Oracle's life was completely structured and organized. But every now and again, even the mighty and emotionless leader of Schwarz would make time in his structured and organized schedule to enjoy one of life's very few and sinful pleasures..
An ice cream sundae.
Crawford set the grocery bag down on the kitchen table and unloaded its contents: death-by-chocolate ice cream, caramel sauce, bananas, chocolate jimmies, whipped cream, and maraschino cherries. He looked around to make sure no one was around and then he grinned. And then he went to work making his masterpiece.
Low and behold, Schwarz's resident psycho was lurking about, bored out his.......mind, I guess. Farfie really wanted something fun to do. He noticed someone was in the kitchen, so he wandered in there to see who it was.
Farfarello walked in, and there, on the table, in front of his odd looking leader, was a can.....a squirt can, of whipped cream. It was too tempting.
At that moment, Crawford turned around to get a knife from the drawer to cut the banana, which he had in his hand, mind you. He turned back in time to see Farfarello grab the can of whipped cream and proceed to spray it..every where. And I do mean everywhere.
Not too soon afterwards, Schuldig moseyed into the kitchen to find Farfie on the floor playing with the now empty can of whipped cream and Crawford standing the middle of the kitchen covered in it holding a banana.
"Crawford," said Schu after surveying the scene, "You should have let me know you were into that sort of thing."
Farfie pulled out one of his knives and started assaulting the can.
*Poke! Poke! Poke! BAM!*
"Oww, my eye."
"Hey Farf," said Schu, "The contents are still under pressure."
By: Katashi Usagi, Trunks-chan, and Nagi-chan
The Oracle's life was completely structured and organized. But every now and again, even the mighty and emotionless leader of Schwarz would make time in his structured and organized schedule to enjoy one of life's very few and sinful pleasures..
An ice cream sundae.
Crawford set the grocery bag down on the kitchen table and unloaded its contents: death-by-chocolate ice cream, caramel sauce, bananas, chocolate jimmies, whipped cream, and maraschino cherries. He looked around to make sure no one was around and then he grinned. And then he went to work making his masterpiece.
Low and behold, Schwarz's resident psycho was lurking about, bored out his.......mind, I guess. Farfie really wanted something fun to do. He noticed someone was in the kitchen, so he wandered in there to see who it was.
Farfarello walked in, and there, on the table, in front of his odd looking leader, was a can.....a squirt can, of whipped cream. It was too tempting.
At that moment, Crawford turned around to get a knife from the drawer to cut the banana, which he had in his hand, mind you. He turned back in time to see Farfarello grab the can of whipped cream and proceed to spray it..every where. And I do mean everywhere.
Not too soon afterwards, Schuldig moseyed into the kitchen to find Farfie on the floor playing with the now empty can of whipped cream and Crawford standing the middle of the kitchen covered in it holding a banana.
"Crawford," said Schu after surveying the scene, "You should have let me know you were into that sort of thing."
Farfie pulled out one of his knives and started assaulting the can.
*Poke! Poke! Poke! BAM!*
"Oww, my eye."
"Hey Farf," said Schu, "The contents are still under pressure."