A/N: WHY THE SUDDEN INFLUX OF STORY FAVES/ALERTS? WHY MUST YOU PEOPLE DO THIS TO ME WHEN I DON'T UPDATE? XD
Just to note, this ISN'T a dead-fic and nor have I been stuck in writers block. In fact, it's more serious than that. I've had to become an almost full-time carer for my Grandmother as she has been struck down with her third/fourth bought of breast cancer. Thankfully we now have a professional doing so and I'm able to get back to my (other) life.
Panda-Chan FFFFFFF ILU 3
Ameyca. Firstly, OMG HAI THAR. 3 Secondly, I don't see Sophie as chubby, I see her as the exact opposite, I see her like she's a spindly spider. Along with her odd height it leads for a slightly insecure body image. Have you ever seen those weird spiders that are all spindly almost-not-there legs and, like, a tiny dot for a body? THAT'S SOPHIE. Minus six legs of course. And plus one mad mess of insane corkscrew curls in dark red. Though her face is a little rounder than most and her lips are at an imbalance. XD And no, no-one's drawn her yet. I've thought about drawing her, but it seems so immodest to do so myself doesn't it? Also, also, Sophie is not exactly Scottish. Her bloodline is undoubtedly Scot, but she's grown up in London for the most part. Hence her accent.
This is going to be a VERY short chapter, but succeeded by another one later today, I just need to ease myself back into writing ^^
~Ava
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I hadn't followed up on my threat, resolving to leave the muffin in peace. Instead we sat in silence, both of us refusing to break first.
"Thank you for..." I paused, knowing what I was thankful for and not being able to actually say it, "...talking, " Another pause, "I think." I annexed, not leaving and catching the glance that he shot me and holding it for several seconds before he spoke.
"What do you want, Callaghan?" A sentence usually used as a prelude to a dismissal, yet I ignored that fact.
"Consistency." I answered so quickly that I didn't realise I had spoken for a minute or two, "I could have sworn I wanted to scream and hit you a moment ago. And now I just feel drained…" There was a barely smothered snicker from my right.
"I feel sorry for you, Callaghan." His tone suggested anything but, "Now go away. I don't think I can take another one of your…hissy-fits" I rose from my seat, eyebrow attempting to abandon my face as I glared at Kaiba.
"You're an infuriating bastard. You're lucky I'm tired…" I headed for the sliding door, seeing something on the side of the metal portal and smirking to myself. I reversed my eyesight, looking over at Kaiba's back to me, "I've become vaguely emotionally invested in you. This isn't over at all."
"I tolerate your presence, Callaghan." Was the answer I heard as I left with a smirk still on my face.
There was an intricate coded lock on the inside of the door.
Yet I could always get in.
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A/N: Like I said, VERY short chapter. But hey, there's another one next XD
This is a BRIDGE of a chapter XDDDD
~Ava