Tia-chan

Toni raised an eyebrow, "What?" She knew better than to ask, but Veser's lecherous grin intrigued her. Never mind that he was currently straddling her and their faces were inches apart. No, that wasn't important right now. Veser ran a hand through his hair as he repeated the line, "Were you raised on a farm?" It was a pick up line. She knew that much. He used and abused bad pick up lines like it was his job. But for once she couldn't figure out the rest of it and it was...intriguing. Slightly irritating, yes, but intriguing. Toni sighed and smirked up at him, "Alright, I'll bite. Why do you ask?" She wasn't aware that his grin could grow an

 She looked under her bed. Frantically throwing various articles to the other side of the bedroom, she called out his name. She sat on her knees in the middle of the slightly disheveled room with a pout as her search proved to be fruitless. Being a sweet girl at the tender age of nine, she promised her parents she would take good care of him. “Feed him.” “Clean up after him.” “Make sure he doesn’t eat the wrong things.” “Make sure he doesn’t get eaten.” The thing was, she had been taking care of him. She did all of the things she was supposed to. Which was why she couldn’t figur

The painfully obvious surly expression on her face easily revealed her feelings at the moment. She really just didn’t understand him. He was almost always happy, no matter the situation. If he wasn’t wearing that Cheshire grin it was an irresistibly cute pout accompanied by a confused frown. The one time she asked him why he was so friggin’ happy he claimed that sometimes the only way to keep from crying is to smile. That only succeeded in confusing her even more. So he wasn’t in high spirits twenty four seven because he was ridiculously simple but because he was amazingly complex? ‘Well that can’t be right’

Larxene flipped a page in her newest book while sprawled out on the sofa. As she snuggled deeper into the cushions, the sound of approaching footsteps and clinking silverware floated from the hallway. She mentally sighed, 'Oh great, another distraction…' It had taken her all afternoon to force everyone to leave her alone. Who could that possibly be? For some reason, the Savage Nymph wasn't the least bit surprised when the bubbly water user came around the corner. With a bowl of cereal in one hand and pudding in the other, he sat down on the floor in front of the couch--her couch--and began eating. Although she glared at him from behind the p

"Face it. You lose. Again. Give up already." Luxord lazily leaned back and gazed amusedly at Marluxia. The Graceful Assassin was focused intently on the board. "I don't get it. How do you manage to beat me in every game we play? It can't merely be luck." He angrily pushed his white queen over, "Zexion nearly beat you once before. All of the older members last more than ten minutes with you, so, dammit, why cant I?" Number ten sighed and sat the fallen queen back up, "Does it really matter? Be it cards, checkers, chess, or even skipping rope, I'll smoke you." Marluxia pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. "Lucky fool..." He muttered c