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My First Yami Drabble.
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fuda_100. I blame this entirely on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ranalore.
Title: Blue Moon
Author: Rune
Words: 100
Summary: The classics apply on many levels.
Tsuzuki used to hum under his breath. Standing under the awning of the shop that sold sweetbread shaped like seashells, he hummed again. A hit long after he died, it had a happy ending; he only hummed the first verse.
Behind him a bell jangled, then stopped.
“Are you singing?” Hisoka regarded him, eyebrow raised in amusement.
“Humming.”
Hisoka held out a small box, “So you don’t bug me about it later.”
Hisoka told him not to sing with his mouth full because no one could understand him. It was just as well, he only remembered the ending now anyway.
fuda_100. I blame this entirely on ranalore. Title: Blue Moon
Author: Rune
Words: 100
Summary: The classics apply on many levels.
Tsuzuki used to hum under his breath. Standing under the awning of the shop that sold sweetbread shaped like seashells, he hummed again. A hit long after he died, it had a happy ending; he only hummed the first verse.
Behind him a bell jangled, then stopped.
“Are you singing?” Hisoka regarded him, eyebrow raised in amusement.
“Humming.”
Hisoka held out a small box, “So you don’t bug me about it later.”
Hisoka told him not to sing with his mouth full because no one could understand him. It was just as well, he only remembered the ending now anyway.
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...But, uh, by sweetbread you mean sweet bread, right, not sweetbread? Because ewww...