Interlude
A/N: We know who you are, clickers. Yes, clickers. The people who click and do nothing! Cursed you! Oh, and beware. We're both high. And low. (Fruits Basket off-vocals induced) and filled with white chocolate and fluffy stick thingy goodness! See how high we are? (Or at least… see how high that fool of a SilverWolf-Ryuki is? explodes... gushes... too much Elfen Lied…) with the head… and the horns… and the "I murdered my daughter, and my wife saw it and committed suicide" LMFAO! I swear; we're not on drugs. We're high… on life!
(NOTE: These authors are genuinely not on drugs.)
And as a tribute to our high/low, we're going to do a spin-off, parody, something of what-not.
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"Vat are you dooooing?" Sesshoumaru whined lazily. "You 'ave to add les emooooooooooooootioooon! Idiot! Baaakaaaaa! Stupiiiide!"
Kagura stared with dotted eyes. "What are you? Japanese? English? French? Italian?"
"Eh, mate?" Sesshoumaru snorted. "Jolly good weathah t'day, eh?" He elbowed Kagura roughly.
"Uh," Kagura blinked. "I think I should leave now…"
"Oh, sweeeeeetie, good BYE!" Sesshoumaru puckered up and bumped cheeks with Kagura, while keeping 2 meter of distance under the waist.
"Tell me again," Sesshoumaru trailed off, batting his eyelashes, blushing and flicking his wrist. "Am I pretty?"
Kagura froze, her eye twitching madly.
"YES!" Yura burst through the door. "OH, YOU ARE PRETTY!"
"Why thank you!" Sesshoumaru wiped a tear off of his eye.
"Not you, baka." Yura slapped him. "Oh, precious hair… so beautiful…"
Kagura blinked and shriveled up into a corner, rocking herself. "I need a hug…"
In a blink of an eye, Sesshoumaru plastered himself on her.
The butler cleared his throat and whipped out a camera. He took a picture, and put it in a certain folder called "Blackmail Material", and sneaked out of the back door.
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NOTE: For understanding the last joke-ish thing, see The Dating Game for more info.
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A/N: Nice interlude, ne? We're back on our low now. So, we're pretty sane. And depressed… not really. (What are we doing here? Does it make a difference if we lived or died?) But just sane… we hope. cough.
But seriously, no… really, completely seriously, we're not on anything.