If You Were KiraI You Were Kira
A Parody of If You Were Gay by Avenue Q
Light: Aah, an afternoon alone with
My favorite book, the Deathnote
No L to bother me.
How could it get any better than this?
L : *sits next to him* Oh,hi Light-kun!
Light: Hi Nicky.
L: Hey Light-kun, you'll never
Guess what happened to
Me on the subway this morning.
This guy was staring at me and talking to me about Kira...
Light: That's very interesting.
L: He was being real nasty,
And I think he was sending mean looks to me.
I think he might've thought I was Kira!
Light: Ahem, so, uh, why are you telling me this?
Why should I care?
I don't care.
What sweets did you get today?
L: Oh, you don't have to get
All defensive about it, Light-kun...
Light: I'm NOT getting defensive!
What do I care about some suspicious guy you met, okay?
I'm trying to write
L: Oh, I didn't mean anything by it, Light-kun
I just think it's something we should be able to talk about.
Light: I don't want to talk about it,
L! This conversation is over!!!
Little Bit Rascist - OC StyleEveryone's A Little Bit Rascist-Kandy's OC Style
Original song from Avenue Q
Xaryn: Say, Mikomi, can I ask you a question?
Xaryn: Well, you know Kimiku Wolf-Claw upstairs?
Mikomi: Uh huh.
Xaryn: Well, he's Kimiku Wolf-Claw, and you're Mikomi Wolf-Claw.
Xaryn: You're both Wolf-Claws.
Xaryn: Are you two related?
Mikomi: What?! Xaryn-kun, Mikomi surprised at you! Mikomi find that racist!
Xaryn: Oh, well, I'm sorry! I was just asking!
Mikomi: Well, it's a touchy subject.
No, not all Wolf-Claws and furries are related.
What are you trying say, huh?
That we all look the same to you?
Huh, huh, huh?
Xaryn: No, no, no, not at all. I'm sorry,
I guess that was a little racist.
Mikomi: Mikomi should say so. Xaryn-kun should be much more
careful when you're talking about the
sensitive subject of race.
Xaryn: Well, look who's talking!
Mikomi: What does Xaryn-kun mean?
Xaryn: What about that special Furry Club you told me about?
Mikomi: What about it?
Teenager In LoveIt was a busy night, a really busy night at Club Rouge. Young kids dancing and drinking, perhaps both, on this late night of fun and frolic. Some couples were kissing, or leading each other to a more private space, but the main point was atleast everyone had someone there. Except for one guy who sat at the bar himself, ears feld back from the loud music and laughing couples.
This person was a purple weasel, with a rather noticable fang edging out from his mouth. He held the alcoholic drink in his gloved hand, thinking about the girl he loved, but sadly would never have-she was with someone else. Someone who didn't deserve he no doubt but what could he do?
Fang sighed and downed the drink in one gulp, swiftly ordering another with the dizzy head he was getting but somehow over the loud rave like music, he could a slight argument. His keen ears led him to the source as he saw what it was. The girl of his dreams, arguing with her current love associate. Fang strained to hear what the purp