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[fic] Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi – SJM – Anyone can cook soup – probably even Kyuhyun – Oneshot
Title: Anyone can cook soup – probably even Kyuhyun
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fonulyn
Rating: PG13 (bad language?)
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kyuhyun does not cook. Except for a very, very good reason. He supposes that Zhou Mi counts as one. Also, Heechul is being a pain.
Comments:
I BLAMEapplesnapple412 (aka @kyukyumilktea) and that she tweeted this. I was sitting here completely prepared to do some schoolwork or work on one of the other seven fics I have unfinished but then suddenly all I could see in my mind was Kyuhyun in that stupid apron and omg ;___; no. Also Zhou Mi needs love and Kyuhyun gives him some, hur hur hur. Aka 1438 words of nonsense 8D Just… enjoy?
“No. I do not cook.”
Kyuhyun sounds stern and he definitely means it. He does not cook, not after he nearly burned down the whole kitchen and only Heechul’s quick reflexes and a fire extinguisher saved them all from a horrible death (“What the hell is that godawful smell, Kyuhyun? WHY IS THE PAN ON FIRE!?”). All except for the frying pan. Kyuhyun hadn’t even known that metal could bend into such interesting shapes and form modern art with some rice and vegetables. Or whatever he had put into that mix that ended up being The Most Horribly Failed Attempt to Cook. He could’ve made it to the Guinness book of world records with that, he is certain.
After that he hadn’t cooked. And no one had even asked him to. Unless one counts the time when he successfully opened the plastic wrapping from around a frozen pizza and shoved it into the oven. Though arguably it doesn’t really count. He would’ve burned the pizza even then had it not been for Henry, who coincidentally happened to notice the soon-to-be-burned food in the oven and salvaged it before it was too late.
Long story short, Kyuhyun does not cook. Not even when there is the world’s most brilliant puppy-dog look directed straight at him, sweet lips pursed to a pout and big clear eyes blinking, begging for him to say ‘yes’. Not even when a theatrical “aw buuut Kui Xian I’m sick!” is thrown at him – goddamn it! It should be illegal for a grown man to be so friggin’ adorable.
“That was a low blow!” Kyuhyun rolls his eyes and puffs out an irritated grunt. “Fine. What do you want.”
It also should be illegal for a single “Soup!” to sound so happy and cheery. Especially when Zhou Mi really is sick and sounds like he can’t really even breathe, much less properly eat.
Resigned to his fate, Kyuhyun wraps Zhou Mi into a thick blanket and orders him to stay on the couch, before vanishing into the kitchen.
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“What is going on here?” Heechul looks suspicious as he walks in, eyeing the human spring roll on the couch. “Who is making all that noise in the kitchen?” No one should even be here right now to his knowledge, well except for him and Zhou Mi and neither of them is doing the cooking, obviously.
“I’m sick,” Zhou Mi announces theatrically, like it’s big news considering how his nose is fiery red and his whole face is flushed, not to mention his voice sounding like a mixture between a creaking door and someone pretending to be sick in a bad romantic comedy. “I didn’t want to be alone so Kui Xian told me to come over and – ”
“No shit, Sherlock. I can see you’re sick and okay Kyuhyun asked you over, but – ”
“Oh he didn’t really ask me over. It was more like ‘Zhou Mi if you show your gangly limbs here and try to make me sick too I’m going to throw you out of the window’ but he took some time off and I knew he meant it as ‘please come over I want to take care of you’ so I – ”
“Fine.” Heechul rolls his eyes and cuts off the feverish babbling with a hand gesture (it was getting quite headache-inducing to try and decipher that gibberish anyway), although it is getting increasingly more difficult to hold back his grin. Oh he has such a good taste in friends. Plus he’s trained his Seasoning well. “So you came here to be pampered. But what is Kyuhyun doing? Getting you ice cream?” That would be the only logical reason why he’d be in the kitchen.
“Oh he is making me soup!” Zhou Mi’s eyes look a bit clearer at that, and for a second he doesn’t look sick at all, only happy. Until he has to blow his nose (with such a big nose it’s a wonder one tissue is enough) and that completely ruins the picture.
“You do know that is kind of disgusting, you could warn me beforehand,” Heechul starts, pulling a face as he theatrically covers his eyes with his hand. Only to snap his attention right back at Zhou Mi the next second. “He is doing what? Don’t tell me you let him in the kitchen!”
The sheepish smile Zhou Mi gives him is plenty enough of an answer.
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Eventually Heechul decides that as long as he keeps the fire extinguisher close enough at hand there won’t be any real danger. Besides it’s way too much fun to force Kyuhyun into a frilly, flowery apron and watch him grumble and bitch and moan about it. Zhou Mi is surprised – but not any less thrilled – that it even works out but Heechul just waves him off with a smug grin and a “I have my ways, Seasoning, I can blackmail anyone to anything.”
Heechul also insists that Zhou Mi shouldn’t miss the show and makes Kyuhyun help him so they can drag a comfortable armchair into the small kitchen. Finally everything is set, Zhou Mi smiling happily from his armchair, still wrapped in the blankets so that one can only see his face from the cocoon. Heechul is sitting on the counter, swaying his legs as he enjoys taking stabs at their ChefKyu, ruthlessly mocking him for every little mistake he makes.
“You know, Chul, you could actually help me instead of watching me screw this up,” Kyuhyun bursts out at one point, a large wooden spoon in one hand and the other placed on his hip as he does his best impression of a frustrated housewife. The soup is nearly boiling over and he notices it with a loud yelp, spinning around to quickly try to stir it, salvage it, anything to keep it edible.
“Oh, that wouldn’t be even half as much fun!” Heechul explains, raising his phone to snap a picture.
Zhou Mi giggles. “You should blog that.”
Kyuhyun rolls his eyes.
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It takes hours for the food to be done and by the time Kyuhyun finally lifts the pot on the table they’ve had half a dozen curious watchers stop by in the kitchen. The reactions varied from Ryeowook’s worried “Make sure he won’t ruin the kitchen. Or kill himself.” (“Oh geez thank you for being more concerned about the kitchen than me.” “Shut up Kyuhyun.”) to Donghae’s excited “Can I taste it too?” (“You’re out of your mind.” “Shut up Heechul.”) to Siwon’s “I can’t watch this.” (“Get on your knees and pray it all goes well.” “Shut up Heechul.”)
Heechul tries to get to taste it first but Kyuhyun elbows him away, more or less elegantly stepping on his way to stand protectively between the soup and his friend. Or once-a-friend anyway, he’s not quite sure if he will ever forgive him the apron. Not in this life.
“Zhou Mi is the one who’s sick.” Kyuhyun looks at Heechul pointedly. “Being sick in the head doesn’t count.”
“Ha ha. Very funny.” Heechul rolls his eyes but steps back anyway, heaving himself on the kitchen counter on his new favourite spot.
Kyuhyun pointedly avoids looking at Zhou Mi as he fills a bowl with some soup and hands it to him. Or tries to, until he realizes that Zhou Mi’s arms and hands are effectively wrapped into the blankets as well and he can’t move an inch.
“Fine,” he sighs. The eyeroll is clear for everyone, but Kyuhyun manages to hide the smile that stubbornly appears on his lips. He is thankful that no one can see the little flip his heart does in his chest. “I’ll help.” He lifts the spoon, carefully blowing on it before bringing it to Zhou Mi’s still smiling lips.
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It tastes like charcoal mixed with all kinds of gross. Zhou Mi loves it anyway.
He says that out loud when Kyuhyun tucks him into bed – Kyuhyun’s bed; he stubbornly insisted that Zhou Mi was too sick to go home anyway and it wasn’t the first time he’d have to sleep in the same bed with all those gangly legs. (Zhou Mi thinks that makes him sound like an octopus, although he doesn’t have more legs than any human being. Kyuhyun tells him his legs are long enough to count double.)
Kyuhyun tells him to shut up. But he gets in bed right next to his human spring roll anyway, wordlessly sneaking an arm around him.
When Zhou Mi asks him to make more soup tomorrow, he grunts.
It’s a definite yes.
Zhou Mi smiles.
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I apologize for the fail D8 I just wrote it in one go and I don’t have enough brain activity to judge if it’s decent anymore.
...I have nothing more to say ;_____; ChefKyu ♥
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EDITED TO ADD; OMG I JUST BURNED TWO SLICES OF TOAST IN THE KITCHEN AND NOW THE WHOLE KITCHEN IS FULL OF BLACK SMOKE AND THE FIREALARM IS GOING BEEPBEEPBEEP MADLY AND WOKE UP MY FATHER AND I'M TRYING TO GET RID OF THE SMOKE.
I think this is a punishment for making fun of Kyuhyun's cooking D: I'M SORRY KYUBB. I AM!
Author:
fonulynRating: PG13 (bad language?)
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Kyuhyun does not cook. Except for a very, very good reason. He supposes that Zhou Mi counts as one. Also, Heechul is being a pain.
Comments:
I BLAME
applesnapple412 (aka @kyukyumilktea) and that she tweeted this. I was sitting here completely prepared to do some schoolwork or work on one of the other seven fics I have unfinished but then suddenly all I could see in my mind was Kyuhyun in that stupid apron and omg ;___; no. Also Zhou Mi needs love and Kyuhyun gives him some, hur hur hur. Aka 1438 words of nonsense 8D Just… enjoy?“No. I do not cook.”
Kyuhyun sounds stern and he definitely means it. He does not cook, not after he nearly burned down the whole kitchen and only Heechul’s quick reflexes and a fire extinguisher saved them all from a horrible death (“What the hell is that godawful smell, Kyuhyun? WHY IS THE PAN ON FIRE!?”). All except for the frying pan. Kyuhyun hadn’t even known that metal could bend into such interesting shapes and form modern art with some rice and vegetables. Or whatever he had put into that mix that ended up being The Most Horribly Failed Attempt to Cook. He could’ve made it to the Guinness book of world records with that, he is certain.
After that he hadn’t cooked. And no one had even asked him to. Unless one counts the time when he successfully opened the plastic wrapping from around a frozen pizza and shoved it into the oven. Though arguably it doesn’t really count. He would’ve burned the pizza even then had it not been for Henry, who coincidentally happened to notice the soon-to-be-burned food in the oven and salvaged it before it was too late.
Long story short, Kyuhyun does not cook. Not even when there is the world’s most brilliant puppy-dog look directed straight at him, sweet lips pursed to a pout and big clear eyes blinking, begging for him to say ‘yes’. Not even when a theatrical “aw buuut Kui Xian I’m sick!” is thrown at him – goddamn it! It should be illegal for a grown man to be so friggin’ adorable.
“That was a low blow!” Kyuhyun rolls his eyes and puffs out an irritated grunt. “Fine. What do you want.”
It also should be illegal for a single “Soup!” to sound so happy and cheery. Especially when Zhou Mi really is sick and sounds like he can’t really even breathe, much less properly eat.
Resigned to his fate, Kyuhyun wraps Zhou Mi into a thick blanket and orders him to stay on the couch, before vanishing into the kitchen.
“What is going on here?” Heechul looks suspicious as he walks in, eyeing the human spring roll on the couch. “Who is making all that noise in the kitchen?” No one should even be here right now to his knowledge, well except for him and Zhou Mi and neither of them is doing the cooking, obviously.
“I’m sick,” Zhou Mi announces theatrically, like it’s big news considering how his nose is fiery red and his whole face is flushed, not to mention his voice sounding like a mixture between a creaking door and someone pretending to be sick in a bad romantic comedy. “I didn’t want to be alone so Kui Xian told me to come over and – ”
“No shit, Sherlock. I can see you’re sick and okay Kyuhyun asked you over, but – ”
“Oh he didn’t really ask me over. It was more like ‘Zhou Mi if you show your gangly limbs here and try to make me sick too I’m going to throw you out of the window’ but he took some time off and I knew he meant it as ‘please come over I want to take care of you’ so I – ”
“Fine.” Heechul rolls his eyes and cuts off the feverish babbling with a hand gesture (it was getting quite headache-inducing to try and decipher that gibberish anyway), although it is getting increasingly more difficult to hold back his grin. Oh he has such a good taste in friends. Plus he’s trained his Seasoning well. “So you came here to be pampered. But what is Kyuhyun doing? Getting you ice cream?” That would be the only logical reason why he’d be in the kitchen.
“Oh he is making me soup!” Zhou Mi’s eyes look a bit clearer at that, and for a second he doesn’t look sick at all, only happy. Until he has to blow his nose (with such a big nose it’s a wonder one tissue is enough) and that completely ruins the picture.
“You do know that is kind of disgusting, you could warn me beforehand,” Heechul starts, pulling a face as he theatrically covers his eyes with his hand. Only to snap his attention right back at Zhou Mi the next second. “He is doing what? Don’t tell me you let him in the kitchen!”
The sheepish smile Zhou Mi gives him is plenty enough of an answer.
Eventually Heechul decides that as long as he keeps the fire extinguisher close enough at hand there won’t be any real danger. Besides it’s way too much fun to force Kyuhyun into a frilly, flowery apron and watch him grumble and bitch and moan about it. Zhou Mi is surprised – but not any less thrilled – that it even works out but Heechul just waves him off with a smug grin and a “I have my ways, Seasoning, I can blackmail anyone to anything.”
Heechul also insists that Zhou Mi shouldn’t miss the show and makes Kyuhyun help him so they can drag a comfortable armchair into the small kitchen. Finally everything is set, Zhou Mi smiling happily from his armchair, still wrapped in the blankets so that one can only see his face from the cocoon. Heechul is sitting on the counter, swaying his legs as he enjoys taking stabs at their ChefKyu, ruthlessly mocking him for every little mistake he makes.
“You know, Chul, you could actually help me instead of watching me screw this up,” Kyuhyun bursts out at one point, a large wooden spoon in one hand and the other placed on his hip as he does his best impression of a frustrated housewife. The soup is nearly boiling over and he notices it with a loud yelp, spinning around to quickly try to stir it, salvage it, anything to keep it edible.
“Oh, that wouldn’t be even half as much fun!” Heechul explains, raising his phone to snap a picture.
Zhou Mi giggles. “You should blog that.”
Kyuhyun rolls his eyes.
It takes hours for the food to be done and by the time Kyuhyun finally lifts the pot on the table they’ve had half a dozen curious watchers stop by in the kitchen. The reactions varied from Ryeowook’s worried “Make sure he won’t ruin the kitchen. Or kill himself.” (“Oh geez thank you for being more concerned about the kitchen than me.” “Shut up Kyuhyun.”) to Donghae’s excited “Can I taste it too?” (“You’re out of your mind.” “Shut up Heechul.”) to Siwon’s “I can’t watch this.” (“Get on your knees and pray it all goes well.” “Shut up Heechul.”)
Heechul tries to get to taste it first but Kyuhyun elbows him away, more or less elegantly stepping on his way to stand protectively between the soup and his friend. Or once-a-friend anyway, he’s not quite sure if he will ever forgive him the apron. Not in this life.
“Zhou Mi is the one who’s sick.” Kyuhyun looks at Heechul pointedly. “Being sick in the head doesn’t count.”
“Ha ha. Very funny.” Heechul rolls his eyes but steps back anyway, heaving himself on the kitchen counter on his new favourite spot.
Kyuhyun pointedly avoids looking at Zhou Mi as he fills a bowl with some soup and hands it to him. Or tries to, until he realizes that Zhou Mi’s arms and hands are effectively wrapped into the blankets as well and he can’t move an inch.
“Fine,” he sighs. The eyeroll is clear for everyone, but Kyuhyun manages to hide the smile that stubbornly appears on his lips. He is thankful that no one can see the little flip his heart does in his chest. “I’ll help.” He lifts the spoon, carefully blowing on it before bringing it to Zhou Mi’s still smiling lips.
It tastes like charcoal mixed with all kinds of gross. Zhou Mi loves it anyway.
He says that out loud when Kyuhyun tucks him into bed – Kyuhyun’s bed; he stubbornly insisted that Zhou Mi was too sick to go home anyway and it wasn’t the first time he’d have to sleep in the same bed with all those gangly legs. (Zhou Mi thinks that makes him sound like an octopus, although he doesn’t have more legs than any human being. Kyuhyun tells him his legs are long enough to count double.)
Kyuhyun tells him to shut up. But he gets in bed right next to his human spring roll anyway, wordlessly sneaking an arm around him.
When Zhou Mi asks him to make more soup tomorrow, he grunts.
It’s a definite yes.
Zhou Mi smiles.
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I apologize for the fail D8 I just wrote it in one go and I don’t have enough brain activity to judge if it’s decent anymore.
...I have nothing more to say ;_____; ChefKyu ♥
Feel free to add our journal if you like the stories! Plus, the archive.
EDITED TO ADD; OMG I JUST BURNED TWO SLICES OF TOAST IN THE KITCHEN AND NOW THE WHOLE KITCHEN IS FULL OF BLACK SMOKE AND THE FIREALARM IS GOING BEEPBEEPBEEP MADLY AND WOKE UP MY FATHER AND I'M TRYING TO GET RID OF THE SMOKE.
I think this is a punishment for making fun of Kyuhyun's cooking D: I'M SORRY KYUBB. I AM!
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CHEESY ENDINGS ARE THE BEST! ♥ Sometimes at least! But my gosh that'd be such a cute story1 ;___; YES RAINBOWS AND SPARKLES AND UNICORNS AND GLITTER AND HELLO KITTY AND OMG THOSE TWO ;___; ♥
Oh no worries! :D Just in case you're curious ;)
Exactly! But I'm so bad at deleting things too XD I have unfinished fics from ... 2007? LONG AGO ANYWAY. But I'm getting better with it at least, nowadays I don't have THAT MANY unfinished ones in the end XD It just might take me a decade to write them *rofl*
University sucks >:/ BLAH. We should go on strike or something.
I SHALL BE PATIENT. But it's still an order!
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THEY ARE. SAP ALWAYS WORKS FOR MOST PEOPLE SO ♥♥ it'll be quite a believable story since mimi's truly a shopaholic and kyu well, he's perfect for the role of a savior, i guess. orz JFKSJFKLS I JUST HAD TO LAUGH WHEN YOU MENTIONED HELLO KITTY! XDD I REALLY WASN'T EXPECTING YOU'LL MENTION THAT, UNNIE. hahaha.
i haven't watched the links yet hdashfk sorry. ;~; i've been busy these days, but i'll be sure to check them out once exams are over. promise! ^^
FROM 2007? WOW. @.@ we're kind of opposites then. i...have the slightest tendency to delete my unfinished fics once it already took a month and i haven't finished them yet. lol. i'll be cheering you on so you can finish them one by one! fighting~! =))))
lol SHALL WE GO ON STRIKE TOGETHER THEN? XDDDD;;;
/laughs IF YOU SAY SO! JUST BE SURE TO HAVE LOTS AND LOTS OF PATIENCE THOUGH. XD
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Oh don't worry about it, really! :) It's no problem.
*laughs* I usually re-write the old stuff but I don't delete it since there might be a good idea I don't want to see wasted so I keep them just in case x) AND I JUST FINISHED ONE! 8D And posted, too.
WE SHOULD. But I don't know if anyone would care XDDD
I am so patient you wouldn't believe! XD ♥
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lol i wish i could do the same thing but i hdfkahfka WHY YOU TEMPT ME SO MUCH SHIFT + DELETE. >:/
orz they'd probably throw tomatoes at us or something XDD
haha. i'd just like to see how patient you really are unnieeee~
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*waves fist at shift+delete* YOU SHOULDN'T >:/ I'm sure your writing is way better than you try to make it sound anyway.
haha probably they would XD
I have a little brother. I can be VERY PATIENT XDDD Just watch! ;D
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lol he's too lovely to be a knight in shining armor, so there's nothing more suitable for him than the role of a damsel in distress. XDD
and i'm pretty sure kyu wouldn't mind saving mimi anyway /brickedorz i really wouldn't put it like that unnie. my writing's crappy and just basically horrible. otl i don't even like reading my own fics at times. XDD
haha they would, no doubt! we should prepare our makeshift shields just in case. XD
lol i think i finally believed you when you mentioned your younger brother. haha brothers
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*laughs* That's true XD And I'm sure Kyuhyun would love to be the knight XD I can even see them play-fight over it, you know x)
Mimi: I want to be the knight! 8DDD
Kyu: NO WAY. You're the princess, I AM THE KNIGHT.
Mimi: NOOO~ but why :(((
Kyu: Because.
Mimi: That did not explain anything >:/
Kyu: Just look into the mirror. Pink + glittery + adorable = you.
Mimi: ...I can be a pink, glittery and adorable knight!
Kyu: Knights are cool. I am cool. You are the princess.
Mimi: I refuse to be the princess! WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN!?
Kyu: Three words: You love Hello Kitty.
Mimi: ...I see your point.
Kyu: Right.
Mimi: AT LEAST PRINCESSES GET TO WEAR PRETTY STUFF! 8DDDDD
...I should stop XD
I refuse to believe you! We all have moments when we don't want to read our own works x) I hate half of mine usually XD
We should XD
Oh yes they can *laughs* no one can drive me insane like my brother can, he knows exactly how to piss me off XD But he's the best brother anyway x)
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OHMYGOD. UNNIE. WHY. YOU. SO. ADORABLE. <333 THAT WAS FULL OF WIN! ♥
That did not explain anything >:/ i just had to lol at this line! that phrase right there is so like mimi. i can already imagine that adorable pout and that whiny voice and fhkafhka mimi you're killing me waeeee. ;______;
lol you'll believe me once you read my fic! orz i've written quite a lot of stories before and whenever i reread them, i'll be like '...meh. >.< did i really write that omg so embarrassing' haha
orz it's usually the younger sister/brother that knows how to push our buttons. i should know, i have a younger sister and she knows exactly what pisses me off. despite our age gap (5 years), we're really close and, just like your brother, she can also tolerate my fangirling tendencies for SJ, so yeah. =)))))
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*laughs* THANK YOU! 8D It's exactly how the conversation played itself out in my head. I love Mimi all pouty and adorable and trying to be angry although the next second he's all smiles again ♥
I doubt that XD Have confidence! Trust yourself!
True XD My brother is only less than three years younger, so we always did everything together and he knows exactly how I function x) It's kinda fun too, when we can finish each other's sentences and all XD Awh but fangirling tolerating siblings are amazing!
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erm, do you have ym, unnie? it'll be easier if you could just talk and fangirl and squeal and just basically chat over nonsense things there. haha
and because i don't think your comment page appreciates our long conversations, seeing how long this train is already orzno subject
otl /fail
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ym? No? I have msn and that's it, pretty much XD Pfft and stupid commment page x) Long conversations are good XD
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d'aww. that's too bad. D: orz it looks like your comments page won't be able to handle our looooooong train of conversation soon. THIS IS THE RESULT OF YOU BEING CRAZY AND SPAZZTIC WITH ME
or is it vice versa? lolXDno subject
Shucks D: Would be lovely to chat with you in real time, too XD haha and I guess we have to try to take the conversation elsewhere when it's time XD
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go and finish one of your...seven unfinished fics so we could start another train there. orz
and please don't even try to remind me with mine. otl i'll take me years to finish this one. haha but i'll try really hard to finish it as soon as i can! ^^no subject
ahbjkhddd I guess I shoulddddd but I don't know which one and why am I so braindead? XD AND I WILL REMEMBER YOURS. You'd better finish it! ♥
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orz you're prolly tired already. you should go and rest, unnie! it's already 3AM here and i think i really should go to bed now. XDDD LOL KEEP POKING ME SO I WON'T FORGET TO FINISH IT OKAY. I NEED SOMEONE TO CONSTANTLY REMIND ME ABOUT IT SO I COULD AVOID SHIFT+DELETE-ING IT. ORZ. i'll finish it!
or i'll try to. /brickedno subject
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haha sounds like you really should sleep XD It's so late there! Sleep well and dream of
Mimi's legs around Kyu's hipsnice things! ;D AND I WILL POKE YOU. I try to remember to remind XD NO SHIFT+DELETE-ING!