excel/ilpalazzo 30 kisses: Who Needs a Sincere Heart if You Want To Be a Bad Girl
Author: daringu
Rating: All PG-13 to R, as Excel says, for things that are "mmmfffmm"
Notes: these are manga based!
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Excel felt as if she had been spending long days, frantic evenings, racing centuries trying to pull his attention from whatever the hell it was he was doing, wherever the hell his mind always seemed to be, which was not on her. Really, really, he was in fact the supreme Lord Ilpalazzo and lord of her heart and soul, not to mention other unmentionable parts of her body, but when was the time when she would get a little attention? He had been speaking for over ten point five seven minutes now about some little power plant in the Fukuoka area and how important it was to the city. Excel was a patient and calm girl (if she tore the skin off the inside of her mouth from chewing it frantically that was only three times per day at maximum, okay, sometimes five, okay, do you have to push her? Sometimes, on very bad no good days for Excel being Patient, it was nineteen) and she knew how important the Conquest was but this speech was becoming a little much for her very very limited attention span. She started tapping her foot and stopped. She must be attentive to Lord Ilpalazzo. She must, must, must-
(a little idea, a seed really, planted itself into her head and it rooted into the pink mass of her brain quite quickly like these things normally do)
fly at him like a bird, lips puckered and ready to launch a surprise attack on the face of the figure who was not surprised at all, rather annoyed, and very rapidly reaching for a rope-
Only about two centimeters from her original position, she found herself surrounded by four very familiar concrete walls and the sensation of air gusting around her as she fell.
The Concentration Excel (it was a spawn of Angel Excel that carried a pencil and a pen and furiously scribbled down everything Lord Ilpalazzo said while sitting on Excel's shoulder) had lost for the fifth time this week.
(She had seen him three times this week which made out for on average a one and two thirds fall, that means attempted kiss or some other peccadillo, per ACROSS staff meeting.)
She hit the water, praying to her Supreme Lord with his marvellous hair and glasses and robes and plans for a quick trip back up to the sewers of Fukuoka.