Tuesday, December 27, 2005

   Sweepy me, a short lil' blurb, and stuffus
I'm tired. Bleh! *flumps over* But ahhhhhhh, tomorrow I may get to do a bit of shopping. Dudes...I got 75$ for Hot Topic, and 60$ for GameStop. Can we all say: major splurging?

FF GAMES, HERE I COME!!!

And *drool* all over this pair of jeans I just got. They are the best fucking pair of jeans I've EEEEEEEEEEEEEVER slipped on. They're EXACTLY like guy pants, but with a girly brand name. And they're a dark denim, baggy, and desireable. OBEY THE POWER OF TEH JEANS! *rawr*

Oh, and a tiny teaser for "Secret Santa" (I tend to abbreviant fic names, so sue me) that I haven't been able to pick from my brain:

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"So, who'd you get?"

"I'm not telling you. It's /your/ rules, remember?"

"So? That doesn't mean you can't tell me."

Seto glanced at Megumi, eyes narrowed. She shrugged, lounging back on the couch across from the brunette's recliner chair, tossing her hands behind her head. "It's inevitable, Seto. Someone's bound to break the rules." Yawning, she picked up the television remote and began flipping through channels.

"That person won't be me," Seto mumbled, eyes darting back to his laptop. After a few moments of silence, he began to type, working out the year-end figured for Kaiba Corp.

"Hey, Megumi...what's for dinner?"

Seto's younger brother, Mokuba, appeared in the doorway to the den, brushing long stands of ebony hair from his eyes. "I'm starting to get hungry."

The girl patted the area of couch next to her, and the small boy came over to lay beside her. "I dunno, what do you want me to cook?"

"..." Mokuba thought for a moment, before shrugging. "I dunno..." He expertly stole the remote from the lounging girl, flipping through the channels faster than she'd been previously. "I'm not having a craving for anything..."

"Sammiches it is then!"

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Gomen, it's boring, I know. D= The original thought was for me to be asking Seto while teaching Mokuba how to embroider, and Seto was supposed to be more hostile and irritated. Here, lookie:

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"Come on Set, just tell me!"

"No!"

"God, fine, spolied-spot." The girl snorted lightly, before picking up the piece of cloth she'd left on the table. She pulled it tightly between the two wooden rings holding it together, before stabbing a large needle down into it. "How're you doing there Mokie?"

The raven-haired boy next to her on the couch shrugged. "This good?" He held up his own piece of cloth, where a small picture of sakura blossoms was starting to take shape.

"Gorgeous. Keep going, it takes plenty of practice."

Seto grunted from his chair, rolling his eyes at the pair. "Why are you teaching him that anyway?"

Megumi pulled a strand of hair out of her eyes, looking up at Seto over the rim of her glasses. "He said he wanted to learn. 'Sides, it's really relaxing, and good stress relief. You might want to try it sometime; then we wouldn't be putting up with Mr. Dragon-'No-get-laid' Pants."

"... ..." Seto's reply was a icy glare, before he stood up, closing his laptop and sliding it under his arm. "I'm getting food," he barked, sending the pair below him into another round of giggles. "What do you two want?"

Mokuba shrugged, going back to his embroidery, but Megumi held Seto's gaze for a moment. "I wanna sammich."

"Go get one then."

"No. Go get me a sammich, Seto. You're already up."

"No."

The long-haired girl picked up a spare piece of emboridery cloth from next to her, twirling it into a long rope. She snapped it at Seto, barking back, "YA! Go get me my sammich, woman! Now!"

Seto rolled his eyes.

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See? I kinda like 'em both...but the embroidery one seems better, neh?

Well, i'm off to bed. 'Night luvs!

-Megumi
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