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yellowhordeDisclaimer: I don't own Petshop of Horrors and I make no money from this or any other fanfic I write.
Pairing: Leon Orcot + Cound D
Category: General/Humor
Rating: G
Warning: None
Title: Rage of the Picky
Author: yellowhorde
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psohdrabble. Challenge #84 – ‘an argument’
I totally forgot about the challenge, so I asked my Mom for a stupid thing couples fight about. Now forgive me while I hide my face in shame.
“I can’t believe you did it again,” D seethed, slamming another plate onto the table. Leon was amazed it hadn’t cracked.
“Wait a minute. What the Hell did I do this time?”
Instead of answering, D continued on his little tirade. “You have the manners of a boar.”
“Whoa...what bug crawled up your ass?”
“You do this every time you spend the night!”
Leon grabbed D’s shoulders and gave him a frustrated shake. “Just tell me what I did already.”
“You forgot to put the lid on the toothpaste again,” D snarled. “I hate it when you do that!”
THE END
Pairing: Leon Orcot + Cound D
Category: General/Humor
Rating: G
Warning: None
Title: Rage of the Picky
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the LiveJournal community,
psohdrabble. Challenge #84 – ‘an argument’I totally forgot about the challenge, so I asked my Mom for a stupid thing couples fight about. Now forgive me while I hide my face in shame.
“I can’t believe you did it again,” D seethed, slamming another plate onto the table. Leon was amazed it hadn’t cracked.
“Wait a minute. What the Hell did I do this time?”
Instead of answering, D continued on his little tirade. “You have the manners of a boar.”
“Whoa...what bug crawled up your ass?”
“You do this every time you spend the night!”
Leon grabbed D’s shoulders and gave him a frustrated shake. “Just tell me what I did already.”
“You forgot to put the lid on the toothpaste again,” D snarled. “I hate it when you do that!”
THE END
