You touch it
Disclaimer: Nope don't own them, but darn it if I did, I'd share with everyone
Warnings: Stupidness and cursing, that's about it.
Rated: PG
Archive: Here, that's about it. If any one wants to, they can put my story up on their site, as long as you e-mail and tell me, so I can visit and check it out.
*NOTES* A small ficlet, more will follow
Feedback: Most definitely welcome, flames will be looked at, laughed at, and kept for those long cold winter nights with Farfie (Gets that far away look) *Giggles then screams*
Touch it, Nagi said.
No you touch it, Farfarello said, his golden eye never straying from the large object.
No you.
No, you.
No way, you do it.
You do it.
No way, Nagi said, his eyes growing larger.
I may be a chicken but this chicken isn't touching that.
Crawford shuffled through some papers as he entered the living room of their hideout. Looking up he spotted Farfarello and Nagi crouched next to a sleeping Schuldig. He watch Nagi pick up a pencil and slowly poke the man in the nose.
The German snorted in his sleep. Look out, the telekenetic yelled, It's coming right for us.
The Irishman and Japanese boy dove behind the couch as Crawford rubbed his temples. Why me.
Schuldig rolled over and continued snoring.
Rae: OMWOS is sleeping
Zzzzz...hmm Farfie...zzz...
Rae: (Shakes head)
Zzz... must kill... all who... zzzz... worship... brocoli...
Rae: o_O;