Mxne: ok, but only if you stop talking like that, it sounds like you're flirting with the readers.
If there are any - oof!
mxne: -has just elbowed the narrator in his stomach.- yeah, stop that, no one is gonna give you their numbers, narrator man. They aren't interested, and chances are, you're like twice their age. Some people wouldn't be happy about that, now would they?
No, I guess not. Sorry, but my number is five, five, five,-augh!
mxne: -has just kicked him quite aimlessly.- I TOLD you no one's interested. I'll ... set you up on some dating service.
fic begins with a numberless narrator, who likes long walks on heavily rainy days, moonlit nights, candle light dinners, I'll shut up now. It's not a good thing when authoress looks at one evilly.
mxne: Hmm, looks like a TUNA Sandwich! and WEEHEE Pepsi Blue, man I wish Surge was made. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm surge. and ooh, "1,2 step"'s on. weehee! I LURVE lunch time -1,2, steps to the song, does the chikenhead 'cuz she can, and matrixes like madwoah!-
Yugi: she can get pretty low.
Mai: AND she can do the chiken head.
Isis: Yeah, so?
Yugi: She can do the Chikenhead. I can't.
Mai: me, either.
Isis: maybe I should try. - tries. falls. tries again. falls. tries again. doesn't fall.- -unimpressedly- Wow, I can do it, too.
Yugi: So you can, maybe you two should have a dancing compe-what?
Mai: What is she doing?
Isis: It looks like she's eating.
Yugi: Why's she eating?
Mai: Yugi, you of all people should know, well, no, that's joey's job. anyway, a girl's gotta eat, and I'm gonna.
Isis: me, too. maybe another time, another place. sighs
Yugi: Well, I'm hungry, too, so I'll eat, too.
Mai: yeah, food's good.
Isis: later. -goes off to see Kaiba- Seto, what do YOU think of people doing the chikenhead?
Kaiba: WHAT ON EARTH?!?!!?!?!? Oh, the dance, well, I don't know. Speaking of not knowing things, I'm gonna talk to Mxne. I haven't done that in a while.
Mxne: -eating happily- mmm, good tuna. even made with the celery pieces. mmm, a nice song that has to do with rain would be good.
Kaiba: -singing- You took your coat off and stood in the rain, you were always crazy like that.
mxne: I love that song.
Kaiba: I'd gladly sing it in it's entirety for you.
Mxne: aww, thanks, I'd love -
Kaiba: -sings away- that was kinda fun. I'll do that again some time.
lunchtime is over, and mxne is headed home.
g3: I see you're not with Tim or Ce.
mxne: yeah, so? We don't go everywhere together.
g3: Walk with me, I need a lollipop.
mxne: ... depends on where you're going. I prefer to walk alone.
g3: ... hmm, I 'll go wherever you go.
mxne: I'm going home.
g3: I'll tag along with you. It's good to get away from the other guys for a bit.
mxne: I see you don't stick together all the time, either. where're the other two?
g3: Prolly at some arcade. we'll meet for Dinner around 6, as usual, have some fun, go home.
mxne: how often do you usually see eachother?
g3: often as we want, unless we can't stand to look at eachother for a bit.
mxne: I wonder what would make that happen.
g3: Oh, depends on how angry we get at eachother.
mxne: ... have you always had a high voice?
g3: Yeah, I'm not really a guy. So?
mxne: you're not a guy?
g3: well, no.
mxne: So, everyone thinks you are?
g3: not Ce, she knows.
mxne: K.
g3: Yeah, now I need a lollipop. A giant Whirlypop of disturbing colors would be nice.
mxne: I agree. Let us go find Whirlypops of disturbing colors. And eat them.
Max: -out of nowhere- Not before dinner, you don't, and WHO are YOU?
g3: I'm one of Ce's friends. That should be enough for you.
Max: Are you out to spoil a semi-good apple?
mxne: huh?
Max: Well, ... should I say good apple?
mxne: huh?
Max: ... I see you aren't getting it.
mxne: I can't have a disturbingly colored lollipop before dinner? What time's Dinner gonna start? WHY can't I have a disturbingly colored lollipop before dinner?
Max: Because we're having company.
mxne: who?
Max: It's a nice little surprise, and since "Ce" is grounded, she won't be having any company.
-limo rolls up-
Max: Off to your home with you, child. Maxine, you come with me.
Mxne: k. Late!
g3: Late!
Chapter ends here, eight, one, eight, Ouch!
Mxne: -has yet again kicked the author, puts him on a dating show, and hires one with a less-smooth/announcer type voice, who actually sounds human.- Kk, that's all for now, Let's see who shows up for dinner.