DRABBLE: KHR collection!
characters: Squalo. Hair conditioner. Lussuria.
requester: Viv. ♥
There was never a quiet day in the Varia headquarters. Sometimes, it was because Bel had placed wire traps in front of everyone’s bedroom door out of boredom (and in the worst case, over the entire room, making waking up a question of life and death), and sometimes it was because someone had dyed Lussuria’s white clothes pink (though that usually got the culprit many thanks and praise).
This morning, it was the swordsman the one to break the silence of the castle, a loud explosive “VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIII” being the only given warning, before a very wet Squalo emerged from the main bathroom, towel around his waist and sword in his hand, ready for bloody murder. “IF I FIND OUT WHO IT WAS--“ he shouted, and shouted, as long as his lungs could hold him, from door to door, until he barged in—kicked the door to the bathroom that Lussuria used normally—and found the culprit of his disgrace.
“Aha, Squalo~ Looking handsome as ever~”
The fucker. Was smiling at him. While holding his hair conditioner bottle. And washing his stupid peacock. With his fucking conditioner.
That was 50 euros a bottle.
“Oh hush now, Squalo. At least it’s finally being put to good use.”
He was so quitting this job.
title: comfort in the constant things
characters: I-pin, Lambo
Boys never grow up.
That was what Bianchi had told her; back when she was too young to realize how true those words were. Back when the dangerous woman had bestowed her wisdom upon her young disciples, only Haru and Kyoko had known that that phrase triggered a giggle and a knowing nod. Chrome had maintained a confused silence, while I-pin had thought—but what would we want boys to grow up? Back then, she was perfectly happy with boys being the age they were—namely, her age. Lambo, whilst the most irritating human being on Earth (past, future and present!), was her best friend. And who else would understand better than he did the joys of mud fights, of afternoon naps, of candy from the hand of Maman, and of building castles in the sand?
Back then, the last thing she had ever wanted, was for Lambo to change.
And here she was, fifteen years later, in full adolescent age, carrying a bag of candy (from Maman, no less!), to share it with her best friend. She knew he’d appreciate it, because well, Lambo always had. Though it was true that now, with their growth, he had started to mellow out, at least around all the older kids (now adults, really). He had that…wisdom to him, hidden behind a relaxed exterior. How differed, everyone would say.
But I know better…
“KYAHAHAHA, WATCH OUT FOR THE BROCCOLI MONSTER!” was the only warning she got, just in time to step out of the way of Lambo’s way. No, boys never grow up.
And she liked it just fine.