Author's Notes: Written as a birthday present to a loyal reviewer. Happy advanced birthday, Ash-Ash! I hope your birthday ends up pretty amazing.

This is partially crack-filled. Enjoy.

Love, Reona-chan

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x M I d n I g h t – S k y x:Fax is alright, but I still wish Max was single. Figgy's adorable, and Niggy makes me laugh. Seriously.

Well, this is my birthday present to you. Didn't expect that, didja? Hurrhurr.

Happy New Year to you too, even though it's totally late. Advanced valentines, in case I forget. Haha.

Nudge makes me have gigglefits.

They are most certainly all kinds of perfection. I'm such a sucker for fluff it isn't funny. I wonder why I always give you the longest review responses. You're just that special.

spidersfrommars: Yes, a hundred. Yes, they are short. I'm so sorry. I'll try making longer ones?

WHO DOESN'T LOVE IGGY? AHAHAHAH –shot-

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Outsides (Outsiders?)

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"Iggy!"

The blind boy turns his head as his name is mentioned, ears searching for the source of the sound as he scrambles towards the one whom has called him.

"Look what this person commented on my blog," Fang starts, crossing his arms slightly and frowning. Iggy, oblivious to his distaste due to his inability to read facial expressions through sight, grins sheepishly and rubs the back of his head.

"What's wrong? Obama commented on your blog and said you don't have the right to vote?"

Fang snorts, shakes his head.

"No, no. I'll read it aloud for you."

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'I know you must probably hate me for this, but seriously, you guys have to read this no matter what!

Fang, no, you cannot send me death threats, and NO, Iggy, you can't bomb my house!

This is a little slightly fluff-fic dedicated to you guys. I randomly thought of it during Chinese New Year!

Signed, x M i d n i g h t – S k y x'

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Clueless, Iggy shifts a little uncomfortably. 'She knew I was going to bomb her house if I read this?' he thinks to himself, though awaits the dark-haired winged-boy to read the rest.

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'"They said that loud noises drive evil spirits away for Chinese New Year, right, Fang?" Iggy says, walking into the room with a contraption in his arms, wires dangling.

Fang rubs his eyes, looks up and stares.

"No."

"But-"

"No, Iggy. Max is going to kill us."

"That's the whole point!"

"Ig-"

"I'm lighting it anyway!"

Fang rubs his temples in frustration. "You're acting like a kid, don't do it."

"I will!"

"Don't."

"No!"

"I sai-"

"Fang!"

"Sh-"

"Nooo!"

Fang grunts in resignation, pulls the boy by the collar and presses his lips against the other's firmly.

"Did that shut you up?" asks the older of the two, once the after-shock was given up.

Iggy mumbles something incoherent.

"Start it with a bang, not with a Fang."

The dark-haired one smirks.

"We'll have to change that saying."

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A silence follows as the two boys absorb what they have just read.

"I can't believe…"

Fang is cut off when Iggy pulls out a wired contraption from underneath the chair.

"This is why I told you not to accept comments from outsiders! Now my plan is totally ruined!"

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Author's Notes: I told you, didn't I? Crack.

A real fluffy one will follow suit, I PROMISE.

Feel free to whack me with pillows.