Naive Goth: Hello everyone!
Everyone: (yawn)
Naive Goth: Erm, yes, well... I have decided to dedicate a chapter to my Dad! For Father's Day!
Dad: I knew you could write something bizzarre enough to meet my strange tastes. Oh, and I love romance stories of course.
Naive Goth: Don't we all! In fact, that's practically all I write! But regardless, do you have any notes for our fanfiction-reading audience?
Dad: (thinks, at length) Get a Real hobby.
Naive Goth: (sweat drop) Uh, well, before I get myself mobbed- (eyes forming mob warily) let us start this ever so short ficlet.
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"No, she loves ME!" Yami yelled. Bakura crossed his arms over his oh-so-sexy bare chest and frowned.
"Nonsense. Why would she love an idiot like you? I mean, seriously, LOOK AT YOUR HAIR! I'm much better, in all ways and fashions," Bakura replied smoothly. Yami literally growled.
"You. Are. Not," he hissed with gritted teeth. Yami Bakura laughed.
"Of course I am? How could I not be? I have gorgeous snow white hair, beautifully toned muscles-" as Yami Bakura ranted about how gorgeous he was and Yami Yugi stuck his fingers in his ears and started chanting 'La', Yami Marik poked his head into the room.
After about twenty minutes of beauty-rant he cleared his throat, loudly. They both stopped and looked at him. The maniac mimicked pulling his fingers out of his ears and Yami copied.
"What are you guys arguing about?" he asked. They looked at each other, then at him. "Oh, Tea again. Well, she doesn't love either of you. We just got invites to her wedding, with Joey."
"WHAT!
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Naive Goth: So what do you think?
Audience: (stares at her stupidity for posting this)
Naive Goth: Er, Dad?
Dad: Excellent! Not Goth, but still Excellent! (Hey, I'm her Dad, okay?)