Light in the eyes of the animal, her dark warm body curled around Kuukaku's ankle, and then a moment later, her dark warm arm curled over her shoulders: "...no, not bad."
A memo, written in a suspicious red substance on the wall: suprvisor komUi iS no LoNger allwed to organize stff paRties aband on all ho pe ye who enter also kil ler pony on level five...
"So, Kira," Captain Hitsugaya drawled out, a twitch in his eyelid, and his jaw, and his fingers too, "Do you mind explaining why the office is expecting kittens."
"They're not meant for that," said the shinigami, dangerously.
Komui put his hat over his chest, despairingly. His voice held no greater pain in a man: "Then it's going to be straight and uncute in a day."
Rukia taught her son to read French very simply: she plopped him in her lap, trapped between herself and a copy of Le Petit Prince. Within days the boy was correcting her pronounciation and pages ahead--reading the whole thing to her, instead.
"Fuck off," said Sasuke, fixing the patch over the gash. Next time a Stone Nin failed to put out an eye by an inch, he would just have to kill Naruto in advance.
"I believe God approves of more things than you'd think," said Allen, leaning over the fire with interest, "Like love, a great deal of love, I mean my Master-well, all right that's more like rampant debauchery which I suppose is okay too if you-- like marshmallows. Marshmallows. Would you like...?"
The Crimson Alchemist woke up on his back in a chapel with the roof gone, the floor creaking dangerously, the walls blasted to a perfect crumbling black--
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