Disclaimer: hum ti dum… Yukiru Sugisaki has a good imagination…
Warnings: Flames from reviewers?
Dementia:
Krad didn't seem to grasp the problem. He was probably behind it anyway…
When Dark had protest over the fact that Krad had brought it, the blond had just snapped, and then laughed. The blond was now sprawled in a chair, grinning and smugly watching the scene.
Dark stared at the thing that lay on his bed. He didn't like this…oh no. not at all.
At first he had tried to stroke it, but had almost been given a heart-attack in return. That thing… that rabbit…that bird-thingy had tried to nuzzle up into his lap when he did that. That was… spooky, no oddly.
A golden eyebrow rose in a silent question.
No way was he, Dark Mousy going to admit that he didn't recognize the rabbit-bird-whatever… He had never had a rabbit-thingy in all his life. It wouldn't suit with his attitude as a famous thief.
"It's With, surely you remember him?" Golden eyes looked at him and they knew he didn't.
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