Disclaimer:. . .and I'd have a mansion. . .
Authoress's note: I only got two reviews last chapter, but they were both good. Thank you for taking the time to read this fic.
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Picking At Tsukasa
Chapter 2-B.T.
"This is not my day," B.T. mumbled. "The staff coffee machine is down and there's no one to torment. What now?"
As the float that D.O.T. put up saying not to talk to yourself flew by the night skies in Carmina Gadelica, the idea came to her: Tsukasa! He can't log out, right?
B.T. walked over to Tsukasa, who was beating Macha up. Macha disappeared.
Tsukasa looked up. "What do you want?"
"Now Tsukasa," She teased. "You sound like you're sniffing out a conspiracy. I just wanted to ask if you had some coffee. If you don't, I can always use my virtual torture devices to. . ."
"To do what?!"
"Well let's see. . . I have knife fingernails, clothes hangers, rope, and toilet paper. You do the math!"
Crim, Subaru, Mimiru, Bear, Silver Knight, and A-20 were watching from a bush. "Yeah! Get him good!" Subaru cried softly.
"You're gonna blow our cover! Shut up!" Silver Knight said.
"Yeah!" Everyone else agreed.
. . .5 minutes later, they were all ('cept Subaru) laying in puddles of blood. Subaru watched from over a bush with a bowl of Mandragora.
B.T. had Tsukasa tied down with clothes hangers on his arms, toilet paper wrapped around his eyes so he couldn't see, and B.T. was poking him in the stomach with her nails. She liked the way he made the same noise as the Pilsbury Dough Boy.
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Authoress: Once again, we proclaim Tsukasa as our own personal beating bag. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Feel free to say whatever you want.
Domo Arigato! Sayonara!
Authoress's note: I only got two reviews last chapter, but they were both good. Thank you for taking the time to read this fic.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Picking At Tsukasa
Chapter 2-B.T.
"This is not my day," B.T. mumbled. "The staff coffee machine is down and there's no one to torment. What now?"
As the float that D.O.T. put up saying not to talk to yourself flew by the night skies in Carmina Gadelica, the idea came to her: Tsukasa! He can't log out, right?
B.T. walked over to Tsukasa, who was beating Macha up. Macha disappeared.
Tsukasa looked up. "What do you want?"
"Now Tsukasa," She teased. "You sound like you're sniffing out a conspiracy. I just wanted to ask if you had some coffee. If you don't, I can always use my virtual torture devices to. . ."
"To do what?!"
"Well let's see. . . I have knife fingernails, clothes hangers, rope, and toilet paper. You do the math!"
Crim, Subaru, Mimiru, Bear, Silver Knight, and A-20 were watching from a bush. "Yeah! Get him good!" Subaru cried softly.
"You're gonna blow our cover! Shut up!" Silver Knight said.
"Yeah!" Everyone else agreed.
. . .5 minutes later, they were all ('cept Subaru) laying in puddles of blood. Subaru watched from over a bush with a bowl of Mandragora.
B.T. had Tsukasa tied down with clothes hangers on his arms, toilet paper wrapped around his eyes so he couldn't see, and B.T. was poking him in the stomach with her nails. She liked the way he made the same noise as the Pilsbury Dough Boy.
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Authoress: Once again, we proclaim Tsukasa as our own personal beating bag. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Feel free to say whatever you want.
Domo Arigato! Sayonara!