Socks: IT'S DONE! Sorry for the late update... You see, I promised my beta-reader that I would send in a draft every Saturday. Whoops! Looks like I procrastinated .
Fuuta: *sighs* BlueSocks does not own KHR or any of its characters. Only her story.
Socks: Why the sigh? D:
Situation: Argument
"Gold."
"Silver."
"Gold."
"Silver."
"Gold."
"Silver."
Lambo sighed. This was going nowhere. Lambo and I-pin were currently discussing about what color they should use for the tablecloths during their wedding but obviously, the two could not come to an agreement.
"I want the gold to match with the room's curtains!"
"Don't be ridiculous! Nobody's going to care about how coordinated the curtain and tablecloths are!"
"They will!"
"They won't!"
"They will!"
Ding dong.
I-pin sighed and got up from her seat, walking towards the door. The couple wasn't expecting anybody, seeing as how everybody knew that they were busy preparing for the baby and wedding. I-pin opened the door, revealing Fuuta.
"Fuuta?" I-pin and Lambo said simultaneously, causing them to glare at each other.
Fuuta sighed, walking into the house and sat down. "Tsuna-nii told me to come here and make sure that you two didn't try to kill each other," Fuuta said, smiling.
I-pin and Lambo glanced at each other before looking back at the older man.
"I see you two have already come to a disagreement?" Fuuta said as I-pin took a seat. I-pin and Lambo glared at each other again.
"I wanted gold tablecloths to match the curtains for the wedding dinner but this stupid cow insists on having silver tablecloths."
"Silver would look better!"
"No it wouln't!"
"Yes it would!"
"Nuh-uh"
"Uh-huh"
"Nuh-uh"
"Stop!" Fuuta shouted, immediately making the other two grown ups shut up. Fuuta sighed. "We will handle this in a more adult way. Lambo. If you let I-pin have her way, you get to choose the cake," I-pin opened her mouth to protest but Fuuta interrupted, "Whereas. I-pin. If you let Lambohave his way, you get to choose three quarters of the menu."
There was a moment of silence as the two soon-to-be-weds contemplated on their decision.
"Fine," Lambo and I-pin said at the same time, causing them to glare at each other. Again.
"Fine what?" Fuuta asked, sweatdropping a little.
"I'll give in," they said in unison.
Heated glares were exchanged before the two young adults started quarreling again. Fuuta sighed, burying his face in his hands. Handling their arguments had been so much easier when they were younger.
Fuuta groaned, pulling his hair as Lambo and I-pin started quarreling again. The tablecloth issue had been settled and the two both agreed on having a golden tablecloth with silver lining. Though the decision as to what color the lining would be took quite a while and a few, if not, many arguments.
"I want salad for the appetizer!"
"Everybody hates salad!"
"No they don't!"
"You wanna bet? I don't want our guests puking on the floor before the main course even comes!"
"You're ridiculous!"
"You're RIDONCULOUS."
"… Wha?" Fuuta and I-pin said at the same time, staring at Lambo questioningly.
"… You're ridiculous too!"
"How about this!" Fuuta yelled, causing the other two young assassins to look at him. "Lambo, you wanted cheese right? Then why not we just have salad with melted cheese on top?"
Lambo and I-pin thought about the suggestion for a while. Fuuta thought that he was starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel before Lambo shattered his dreams.
"Wait."
Fuuta inwardly groaned.
"Why can't the appetizer be cheese with salad at the side? Melted cheese just isn't the same as solid cheese!"
"What's the difference?" Fuuta shouted, nearly hysterical.
I-pin and Lambo both stared at Fuuta in silence. Never before in their life had they seen Fuuta so… maniacal.
"Y-you know what? Your suggestion is fine! It's great! We'll go along with it!" I-pin said, laughing awkwardly.
Lambo nodded vigorously. "Yes! Best idea in the century!"
Fuuta glared at the two of them before pointing a finger at Lambo.
"You."
Lambo gulped.
"Y-yes?"
"Make sure the main co…urs…e is… lob…" Fuuta never finished his sentence as he fell asleep. Lambo and I-pin stared at him for a moment before looking at each other.
"Well our main course is settled."
"Yeah but our dessert is not!"
"… Let's just have ice-cream shall we?"
"With grapes."
"… Fine. Ice cream with grapes."
"Why not grape ice cream?"
"Is there even such a thing?"
"Even if there isn't, I don't think it'd be fair that my grapes sound so extra."
"What's the difference! There will still be grapes!"
"There is a difference! It won't taste as good!"
"But I don't want grape ice cream! I want vanilla ice cream!"
"But grape ice cream ta-"
"IT'S THE SAME THING!" Fuuta screamed.
A/N: Okaaay. Thank you Tainted Crayon (geez you should stop changing your name... It's really confusing) and Agent Rinuka for beta reading. Also, thanks to jrlrock for reviewing. REVIEWS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED :D *poofs*
