http://whitedeviljack.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] whitedeviljack.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] smash_logs 2010-11-19 08:44 am (UTC)

POOR RAIDEN INDEED

For all he knew, his date could have been something unexpected and wonderful. Maybe even Nabooru.

"..."

This was not the sound of a lady of the desert. This was her king. Raiden felt himself pale at the simple sound of his voice and dared to lower the menu, slowly. This was terrible. Horrible. Some kind of awful fate reserved for him and the rest of his life. His blue eyes widened with complete dread.

"...You!" The blonde abruptly stood from his seat, his thighs banging into the table and clinking the silverware, while his chair unceremoniously flopped backwards with a clatter.

"Is this is some kind of sick joke!?" What the hell was he even wearing?!

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