Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me. Gods, I hate disclaimers.
Dedicated to yoyo-illuser. She deserves this.
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"What are these?" the child questioned as he ran an uncertain unnaturally coloured hand over said things.
"Nipple rings," said the hawk-eyed dude without the least ounce of shame; rather it was smug and supercilious.
The boy raised a fine brow. "Where did you get these... 'nipple' rings?"
The man, bored with conversation, nibbled on a the teeny tiny ear. "About a year ago..." he cogitated quite idly.
Again, the uncertain very green hand ghosted over the metal studs. Fascinating. They are so small! And they cling to flesh! And there wasn't any pain! "Why?"
"It was all the rage...I did not want to feel old," said the hardly human man with a mocking melancholy lisp in his voice.
The child frowned. "Old?" His curious nosy little fingers still poked and prodded at the shiny silver nubs with a quickening demand for answers. "You're not old..."
He hissed. Stimulation. "Older then you..." he said and grabbed the small boy.
The child giggled as he was brusquely grasped and kissed. Conversation terminated.
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Yoyo, you should really stop giving me ideas. -mulls- Better yet, marry me, become my bride and I shall keep you and you shall give me more ideas! -nods- Yes, that is my plan.
Side note, when I said that Omi's hand was green, I mean it was very innocent. When one says one is green, it mean one is naive.