Don't own them
In my dreams
So wish I could own them
Could die happy if I ever did
Longest disclaimer ever seen
About to start this fic
I was kidding
Might keep going just to irritate you
Even I have my limits
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Word By: Bookhater95; Ninja Poker
Leo was working quietly in the kitchen, determined to make dinner without a hitch, for once, when a sharp prod in his side made him twist around wielding his weapon.
The wooden spoon in his hand flecked the walls and sprayed the whole room with oregano, totally ruining dinner.
Quite laughter could be heard from the shadow's around him and he only slackened his stance slightly as he recognized it. "Mikey what are you doing?"
"I'm playing Ninja Poker."
I imagine those boys came up with some fun games when they were little. R&R