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redolentTitle: Black & Blue
Fandom: N/A
Pairing/Characters: "He" & "She"
Rating/Category: PG?
Word Count: 100
Prompt: #5
Spoilers: I don't know what this means.
Notes/Warnings: 100 words is.so.hard. I am spectacularly bad at this! How am I supposed to ramble on and on when I'm so limit--OHhhh! :)
If there was ever any proof that it takes two to argue, he has well and truly squashed it, several times over.
“It is not 12:30,” he spits at her, “It’s 12:27.”
“You’re right,” she complies.
“Why would you say it’s 12:30 when it’s 12:27? Don’t you see? Things like this are why I can’t trust you! Should I even bother asking you what color the sky is?
The barrage of questions ends, his speech halts. He is expectant.
She avoids the obvious answer, tracing her finger along the deep purples and blues of her wrist. Further evidence of his love.
Fandom: N/A
Pairing/Characters: "He" & "She"
Rating/Category: PG?
Word Count: 100
Prompt: #5
Spoilers: I don't know what this means.
Notes/Warnings: 100 words is.so.hard. I am spectacularly bad at this! How am I supposed to ramble on and on when I'm so limit--OHhhh! :)
If there was ever any proof that it takes two to argue, he has well and truly squashed it, several times over.
“It is not 12:30,” he spits at her, “It’s 12:27.”
“You’re right,” she complies.
“Why would you say it’s 12:30 when it’s 12:27? Don’t you see? Things like this are why I can’t trust you! Should I even bother asking you what color the sky is?
The barrage of questions ends, his speech halts. He is expectant.
She avoids the obvious answer, tracing her finger along the deep purples and blues of her wrist. Further evidence of his love.
