[fic] MK: He did it to himself
Feb. 11th, 2004 10:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpFound my pants. Legs are warm. Happy legs!!
*laughs*
Think we're kinda de-fragging from the amount of people we've been around since last Thursday. Too many. Either that, or we're punch drunk silly again. Neechan! I'm channeling your codine! And you'd better be in bed asleep by this time of night, dammit!
So! On with the induendo!!! (because really, that's as far as we'll go. lotsa induendo, but nothing ever happens. huh. someone else can write that)
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An exhausted looking Hakuba walked into the classroom with a slight limp. This wasn’t unusual, due to his self-appointed profession of chasing a certain bouncing Kaitou and the hazards that came with it.
Which usually involved much crashing into many hard objects, such as walls, floors, stairs, columns and other Task Force Members, seeing as they had a habit of landing on top of each other. Most likely to avoid hitting the walls, floors, stairs and columns.
What did catch the students attention was when he hissed when he sat down in his chair, much like his rear was sore.
Kuroba yawned, apparently oblivious to the detectives arrival, but obviously quite tired and worn out to the casual observer..
Hakuba glared at the magician. “This is all YOUR fault.” He hotly declared.
Kuroba froze, violet eyes wide in mild confusion.
Silence filled the room, then rippled back in like rings of water, crashing into each other and amplifying.
Hakuba paled as he realized just what he had implied. “No… wait… damn.”
Too late. His belated feeble protest broke the silence, which erupted into hushed whispers and much money changing hands.
The blond groaned and rested his forehead on the desk, muttering dark things under his breath about hormonally driven perverted Classmates and annoying Kaitous.
“Wow.” Kaito smiled brightly. “He did that to himself! I didn’t even have to say anything!”
-fin-
And an outake, which will prolly fall into PYP, cause we're working on that too.:
The stories behind the various injuries were usually interesting anyway. Such as the time someone thought it would be a good idea to unleash a pack of guard-Chihuahuas into the fray. The unfortunate Kaitou Kid Task Force hadn’t known whether to drop kick the annoying dogs or run for their lives, such as the Kid had done, using the confusion to his advantage to escape.
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Oh, yeah... did a fic update on mischif.net. just the big fics tho. @_@ G'night now.
*laughs*
Think we're kinda de-fragging from the amount of people we've been around since last Thursday. Too many. Either that, or we're punch drunk silly again. Neechan! I'm channeling your codine! And you'd better be in bed asleep by this time of night, dammit!
So! On with the induendo!!! (because really, that's as far as we'll go. lotsa induendo, but nothing ever happens. huh. someone else can write that)
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An exhausted looking Hakuba walked into the classroom with a slight limp. This wasn’t unusual, due to his self-appointed profession of chasing a certain bouncing Kaitou and the hazards that came with it.
Which usually involved much crashing into many hard objects, such as walls, floors, stairs, columns and other Task Force Members, seeing as they had a habit of landing on top of each other. Most likely to avoid hitting the walls, floors, stairs and columns.
What did catch the students attention was when he hissed when he sat down in his chair, much like his rear was sore.
Kuroba yawned, apparently oblivious to the detectives arrival, but obviously quite tired and worn out to the casual observer..
Hakuba glared at the magician. “This is all YOUR fault.” He hotly declared.
Kuroba froze, violet eyes wide in mild confusion.
Silence filled the room, then rippled back in like rings of water, crashing into each other and amplifying.
Hakuba paled as he realized just what he had implied. “No… wait… damn.”
Too late. His belated feeble protest broke the silence, which erupted into hushed whispers and much money changing hands.
The blond groaned and rested his forehead on the desk, muttering dark things under his breath about hormonally driven perverted Classmates and annoying Kaitous.
“Wow.” Kaito smiled brightly. “He did that to himself! I didn’t even have to say anything!”
-fin-
And an outake, which will prolly fall into PYP, cause we're working on that too.:
The stories behind the various injuries were usually interesting anyway. Such as the time someone thought it would be a good idea to unleash a pack of guard-Chihuahuas into the fray. The unfortunate Kaitou Kid Task Force hadn’t known whether to drop kick the annoying dogs or run for their lives, such as the Kid had done, using the confusion to his advantage to escape.
^____________^
Oh, yeah... did a fic update on mischif.net. just the big fics tho. @_@ G'night now.
