Maan... haven't posted here in about a month... If we go more than a week without putting something here, someone track me down and kick me, please? Otherwise we're never gonna get through this backlog. ^_^;; Thanks
+++ Words of a Feather +++
"And you can..." The sharp loud retort from the British Detective was abruptly cut short as he realised that just about every eye in the class was riveted on him and the magician.
Kuroba grinned, his eyes fluttering almost flirtatiously in that annoying manner of his. "Yes?"
It was an old game. If Kuroba wasn't being chased by Aoko and her mop, and having her chase him around the room, He and Kuroba were trading snarky insults and barely veiled jabs.
Pushing each others buttons.
"... can just..."
See who would snap first.
"... just..."
Usually he did, much to his chagrin. Getting Kuroba to loose his cool was often like trying to melt a popsicle in the Antarctic, improbable, but possible with a little knowledge and some patience.
Kuroba's grin grew wider. "Just?"
"... just kiss my..."
He was aware that the entire class was now at the edge of their seats. He didn't usually raise his voice in their clashes of wills. However, when pushed beyond a certain point, certain -influences- became prominent in his vocabulary.
Such as his semi-frequent exposure to a rather displeased and vocal Nakamori, spending time with dock workers at the pub where he occasionally played billiards in London and the fact that you learned all the really good insults in Shakespeare class.
"... kiss my..."
Kuroba gave him a grin that just -promised- that what ever or where ever he named would probably be greeted by a part of his anatomy rather quickly, and he reigned in the rather childish urge use that rather extensive vocabulary like he had in the past.
Because as ashamedly eccentric as his vocabulary was, Kuroba's was much worse.
He narrowed his eyes at the silently laughing magician and clearly enunciated the next words. "Kiss. My. Hawk."
There was a slight pause as his words seemed to echo around the room like a distant bell in a valley before the snickers started up, drowning the silence like a handful of birds taking flight from the brush.
Then Kuroba's face split into a wide grin much like the moon illuminating the night sky from behind a thundercloud as he appeared to applaud the come back silently.
"Only if you kiss my dove first..."
-fin-
4 Aug 2003 Thanks to Ysabet for the name.
+++ Words of a Feather +++
"And you can..." The sharp loud retort from the British Detective was abruptly cut short as he realised that just about every eye in the class was riveted on him and the magician.
Kuroba grinned, his eyes fluttering almost flirtatiously in that annoying manner of his. "Yes?"
It was an old game. If Kuroba wasn't being chased by Aoko and her mop, and having her chase him around the room, He and Kuroba were trading snarky insults and barely veiled jabs.
Pushing each others buttons.
"... can just..."
See who would snap first.
"... just..."
Usually he did, much to his chagrin. Getting Kuroba to loose his cool was often like trying to melt a popsicle in the Antarctic, improbable, but possible with a little knowledge and some patience.
Kuroba's grin grew wider. "Just?"
"... just kiss my..."
He was aware that the entire class was now at the edge of their seats. He didn't usually raise his voice in their clashes of wills. However, when pushed beyond a certain point, certain -influences- became prominent in his vocabulary.
Such as his semi-frequent exposure to a rather displeased and vocal Nakamori, spending time with dock workers at the pub where he occasionally played billiards in London and the fact that you learned all the really good insults in Shakespeare class.
"... kiss my..."
Kuroba gave him a grin that just -promised- that what ever or where ever he named would probably be greeted by a part of his anatomy rather quickly, and he reigned in the rather childish urge use that rather extensive vocabulary like he had in the past.
Because as ashamedly eccentric as his vocabulary was, Kuroba's was much worse.
He narrowed his eyes at the silently laughing magician and clearly enunciated the next words. "Kiss. My. Hawk."
There was a slight pause as his words seemed to echo around the room like a distant bell in a valley before the snickers started up, drowning the silence like a handful of birds taking flight from the brush.
Then Kuroba's face split into a wide grin much like the moon illuminating the night sky from behind a thundercloud as he appeared to applaud the come back silently.
"Only if you kiss my dove first..."
-fin-
4 Aug 2003 Thanks to Ysabet for the name.