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writetomyheart2015-08-10 11:36 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-08-10 11:36 pm
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[team sonic] my dear
First words from here.
The title is from Dear Death by Anthony Neely.
Note: I am using Chinese names here.
"Afternoon snack!" Canlie exclaims, jumping up and down and almost bowling Boxian over in his excitement. Boxian attempts to retaliate by sticking out a leg but he ends up tripping Zhongda instead, who immediately cuffs him on the head except he does this as he's slowly over balancing and ends up hitting Jingxiu.
The rooms falls ominously silent, as everyone freezes, Jingxiu blinking as he looks carefully around the frightened faces—except for Yixing who isn't paying attention as usual.
Canlie picks just that minute to turn around, blinking at the kindergarten carnage.
"What happened?" he asks, turning innocently before he's caught in Jingxiu's gaze, frightened eyes like a deer stuck in the headlights.
"We have an after school appointment in the art room," Jingxiu says quietly, eyes never leaving Canlie's face, before leaving the room.
There's a collective sigh of relief, and much patting of Canlie's back and shoulders as he leaves the room, lamb to the slaughter.
The title is from Dear Death by Anthony Neely.
Note: I am using Chinese names here.
"Afternoon snack!" Canlie exclaims, jumping up and down and almost bowling Boxian over in his excitement. Boxian attempts to retaliate by sticking out a leg but he ends up tripping Zhongda instead, who immediately cuffs him on the head except he does this as he's slowly over balancing and ends up hitting Jingxiu.
The rooms falls ominously silent, as everyone freezes, Jingxiu blinking as he looks carefully around the frightened faces—except for Yixing who isn't paying attention as usual.
Canlie picks just that minute to turn around, blinking at the kindergarten carnage.
"What happened?" he asks, turning innocently before he's caught in Jingxiu's gaze, frightened eyes like a deer stuck in the headlights.
"We have an after school appointment in the art room," Jingxiu says quietly, eyes never leaving Canlie's face, before leaving the room.
There's a collective sigh of relief, and much patting of Canlie's back and shoulders as he leaves the room, lamb to the slaughter.