20 May 2002
Let's try this, shall we? I don' got much time left . . .
Wufei replied, "He's never been fun. And I concur. Time is a wasting."Treize nodded his head. "That's true. Let's get our gear and ... DAMMIT ZECHS! LEGOLAS! Am I going to HAVE to doing that spell again?"
"I could always glomp Legolas. I mean, he's hot, he's an ELF and---"
Treize dropped-kicked Zoisite out of the fic. The warning, however, did not go unheard and due to time restrictions (and the need for Zoisite not to be late for Ceramics) Legolas and Zechs disentangled themselves, re-arranged their clothing (or lack thereof) and followed the rest of the group.
"Nyeh," Zechs remarked, "what are we doing, exactly?"
"You forgot?"
"Of course *I* didn't; Zoisite did."
"Silly author."
Zoisite reappeared and bitch-smacked everyone for talking smack about her, then went away again.
Wufei sighed. "I believe we're rescuing Trowa from being sacrificed. Right?"
"Good enough," Treize said, dragging Zechs to the front of the group by the ear and kicking at Legolas when he tried to follow. "Down. Stay."
Legolas pouted, his ears drooping---
"CUTENESS!!!!!"
This time everyone turned and smacked Zoisite as she flew at Legolas. The ill-treated author went flying and disappeared in a tiny flash like Happosai---
"Not a bad analogy," Heero muttered.
---and wasn't heard from for quite some time.
And on they walked.
End of Part 33
That sucked ass. I forgot what they were doing, exactly. Myeh-heh-heh . . . ^.~
(:./babaca/rr33)
