Okay, this one is more or less a few short things me and my friend made up today. In other words, random. I'm on her team in baseball now...
XxTypoMasterxX: Oh, I do... :evil laughter:
Kiin Syarri::points: Yes, this is the 'friend' you keep hearing about. She is Krad, so if you ever see her, run.
DaRk'AlChEmIsT'aNgEl'-AKA-'ALCHEMIST ANGEL: Thank you! I'm really glad it's not getting worse or anything --;;
ugly yodeler: Yes, Krad is very honest, isn't he XD
hittocerebattosai: Thank you
Disclaimer: I do not not not not not not not not not not not own DNAngel. (Did that work?)
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Brain Damage
Krad felt sort of sorry for Dark. Everyone thought he was so stupid, but he didn't exactly do much to prove them wrong. He knew that Dark was actually very smart: he just never used his brain. It was probably gathering dust in a forgotten corner of his mind. After seeing Dark fall down an entire flight of stairs because he had been chasing something shiny (the sun), he decided something had to be done.
"Dark." Dark tensed when he heard Krad's voice. "It's time you started acting smarter."
Dark sighed with relief. "I guess I really do... Are you going to help me?"
Krad nodded in agreement. "Now, first you have to—"
"WALL!" Dark spotted a wall, charged at it, and began hitting his head on it repeatedly. Krad stared blankly at him. After ten minutes of this, Krad decided that this was a lost cause, and decided to jump on Dark instead. After all that hitting his head on the wall, he probably wouldn't notice anyways.
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That does sort of sound like something I would do...
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Talents
They were playing baseball again today. Dark ran out into the field happily.
Krad walked.
When he was up to bat, Dark smashed the ball way out into the outfield, scoring a home run.
Krad struck out.
Dark played first base, and he never missed a ball.
Krad was in right field.
Dark caught many fly balls, diving to catch ones close to the ground.
Krad got hit in the face.
Dark hit another ball way into the outfield, scoring a grand slam this time.
Krad got hit in the face.
Their team carried Dark off the field once the game was over, cheering.
Krad was left to pick up the bases.
Krad spotted Dark, and went over to 'congratulate' him.
Dark ran.
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That isn't what actually happened when we played (I'm nowhere near that good and my friend is nowhere near that bad), but we were joking about this happening.
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Okay, Krad is going to be VERY OOC in this one...
Friends
Dark ran into the locker room, partially happy about the game and partially running from Krad. He ripped open his locker, pulled out his clothes, and ran into a bathroom stall to change. Before long, he heard footsteps, and two people sitting down on the bench in front of his locker. One of them was, of course, Krad, and the other must have been his friend Jack. They were silent at first, but Dark began to hear them murmer.
"Hey, gimme back my sock..." Krad pleaded.
"No! I want the other one," Jack replied. "They're cool."
"No! They're MY striped socks!"
"Come on, give it to me!"
"I told you, no! Now give me back that one!"
"Fine." There was a thud.
"ACK!"
"Hey, you said you wanted it back."
"NOT DOWN MY SHIRT!"
"At least it was only down the back."
"IT WAS STILL DOWN MY SHIRT!"
"Would you have preferred it if it went down your pants instead?"
"...not really." There was another thud. "I SAID NO!"
"Really? Funny, I didn't hear you say that." More thuds, and faint yelping. Dark took this as his cue to emerge. He looked over at Jack and Krad, and both were looking at him innocently. Krad had a sock hanging out of his pants.
"What?"
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This really did happen, except for the pants part. It was quite an interesting thing to listen to while I had no idea what was going on. As you may have guessed, 'Jack' is another one of my friends. Well, that's it for now...
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