Playful Incubi are Hell to Deal With: Aftermath

by Volenis

Playful incubi can be hell to deal with... or sometimes, funny as hell. Set in the universe of Playful Incubi are Hell to Deal With, they're a bunch of short, humorous drabbles with the occasional fluffy one tossed in. Watch yourselves- here there be crack... LightxL.

72. Diet

Disclaimer: The Maiden of Autumn owns nothing.

Man, you guys. Been a few days. Fucking busy, I am- you have no idea, seriously. Dunno if I'll have time to update my other stories like I thought I would. I leave in like... *counts fingers* ...What... what...the hell is this shit?!

HOLY SHIT 15 FUCKING DAYS. A little over two weeks, and I'm gone... Shit. But yeah. Enjoy this. I'll try to be a bit more faithful...

Sorry.

Diet

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It was there. Just… just fucking staring at him. Like it was taunting him.

...Bitch.

L stared back at the dessert that was staring him down from its glass case on the counter of the café, waiting for Light to get back from the restroom so they could order.

Cue internal debate from sugar-starved incubus.

You're on a diet, L.

You're on a diet.

Don't you even think about it.

Light would be disappointed.

He'd be really, really fucking disappointed.

He put you on that diet for a reason.

You're on a diet.

Yes.

I'm on a diet.

I'm on a diet.

I'm on a diet.

I'm on a diet.

I'm on a diet.

OH MY GOD IT'S FUCKING CHOCOLATE CAKE AND I WANT IT.

Yum.