A/N: oh my lordy! This story hasn't been updated for almost a year! ..). The walls and
floors all stopped shaking, his head began 2 cleat as he began 2 realize
that this was going 2 b a wonderful day.
Farfie walked up 2 the kitchen table, as he always did. "Brad...feed me...", Farfie said plainly without a hint of emotion in his voice. Brad slowly turned, drying his hands in his bright pink apron with white laces and said and sweetly as he could, "Now, Farfie meh dear, we say please in this house hold...as u rightfully know already...". Farfie had had enough of this "Farfie do this, Farfie do that, Set a good example now!" crap...He looked Brad straight in the eye, put on a defiant look and leaned back in his chair, put his feet on the table, and kicked a few glasses onto the floor and put on a bad-ass look. "FARFIE!!! How could you?" Brad exclaimed, "Clean this mess up RIGHT NOW!". But at this point he had had enough of this "house hold" he thought 2 himself, it isn't even a house...it a friggin' apartment! He got up and went 2 the door, grabbing his coat off the couch and turned back 2 a horror stricken Brad. "O, and Nagi, be a good little lap dog and clean that up for me, thanks a lot..ta ,ta now!" and with that Farfie walked out of the apartment, slid down the fire escape, and onto the street.
"Finally", Farfie thought 2 himself as he walked down the street, scaring random children as he moved on. Eager for any place 2 get away he walked aimlessly into a bright colorful store at the intersection. "Oh, Hello sir! Welcome to th-Farfie?!" Farfie was brought back 2 his senses as he looked straight into the eyes of Omi. Oh my gosh Farfie thought they're all-all quere! He came 2 this conclusion as he looked around, all of them in aprons, Aya carrying a bouquet of flowers, Yohji watering these flowers, Ken at the register. "I'm out", Farfie said blankly as he walked hurriedly out of the flower shop.
Farfie ran down the street, he could hear Weiß trailing close behind, yelling random insults of rage 2 him in hope he would turn 2 fight....but that was not exactly what was on Farfie's mind...There gonna try and make me turn! There gonna try and make me un-straight, but I will not let that happen, I am 2 smart for them, and I will escape, un-scathed...ew...Farfie ran around the street corner and into an alleyway. He now really wanted 2 be back in his apartment...even though he hated that florescent pink apron, he began 2 wish he would c it. ~*~
A/N: yes...thats the end of this new chapter...I know it is very weak...but I wanted 2 play around with the story a bit...so...yea...please R&R
Farfie walked up 2 the kitchen table, as he always did. "Brad...feed me...", Farfie said plainly without a hint of emotion in his voice. Brad slowly turned, drying his hands in his bright pink apron with white laces and said and sweetly as he could, "Now, Farfie meh dear, we say please in this house hold...as u rightfully know already...". Farfie had had enough of this "Farfie do this, Farfie do that, Set a good example now!" crap...He looked Brad straight in the eye, put on a defiant look and leaned back in his chair, put his feet on the table, and kicked a few glasses onto the floor and put on a bad-ass look. "FARFIE!!! How could you?" Brad exclaimed, "Clean this mess up RIGHT NOW!". But at this point he had had enough of this "house hold" he thought 2 himself, it isn't even a house...it a friggin' apartment! He got up and went 2 the door, grabbing his coat off the couch and turned back 2 a horror stricken Brad. "O, and Nagi, be a good little lap dog and clean that up for me, thanks a lot..ta ,ta now!" and with that Farfie walked out of the apartment, slid down the fire escape, and onto the street.
"Finally", Farfie thought 2 himself as he walked down the street, scaring random children as he moved on. Eager for any place 2 get away he walked aimlessly into a bright colorful store at the intersection. "Oh, Hello sir! Welcome to th-Farfie?!" Farfie was brought back 2 his senses as he looked straight into the eyes of Omi. Oh my gosh Farfie thought they're all-all quere! He came 2 this conclusion as he looked around, all of them in aprons, Aya carrying a bouquet of flowers, Yohji watering these flowers, Ken at the register. "I'm out", Farfie said blankly as he walked hurriedly out of the flower shop.
Farfie ran down the street, he could hear Weiß trailing close behind, yelling random insults of rage 2 him in hope he would turn 2 fight....but that was not exactly what was on Farfie's mind...There gonna try and make me turn! There gonna try and make me un-straight, but I will not let that happen, I am 2 smart for them, and I will escape, un-scathed...ew...Farfie ran around the street corner and into an alleyway. He now really wanted 2 be back in his apartment...even though he hated that florescent pink apron, he began 2 wish he would c it. ~*~
A/N: yes...thats the end of this new chapter...I know it is very weak...but I wanted 2 play around with the story a bit...so...yea...please R&R