Ryo/Koyama 1/1
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snoozing_kittenTitle: (Don’t) Fear the Reaper
Pairing: Ryo/Koyama
Rating: R
Warning: Death and violence
Summary: The reaper and his pet ghost go to the bank. Koyama learns more about how to live as the walking dead. Set after It’s nights like this and What it feels like to be a ghost
Notes: Requested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
myxstorie
-- Death comes sweeping through the hallway,
Like a lady’s dress
Death comes driving down the highway
In its Sunday best. -- Blue Oyster Cult - Fire of Unknown Origin
“Why are we here? Do you really have a bank account?” Koyama shifted his weight from foot to foot. He peered up at his own image on the CCTV and wondered how the hell that worked; it wasn’t like he was really there or anything. As usual he was full of questions about his own meta-physical state but Ryo usually got tetchy when he was hungry and was more prone to snap at him then play 20-questions. They had not stopped to hunt anything recently just holing up in what looked like an abandoned apartment complex together like playing house. Ryo wanted to find a couch and maybe a television to go with the old mattress but the whole ‘squatting’ thing? Totally not Koyama’s cup of tea. But he was getting used to it, this new body didn’t feel heat and cold the same way his old one did so he didn’t worry too much about the lack of proper heating.
He pulled his scarf closer to his neck, the summer weather bothered him because he didn’t have the long sleeves to hide behind and having his wrists exposed felt like being naked in a crowd. ‘Stop being such a damn diva and give me your fucking coat.’ Koyama had died once and if that had not been enough to cure him of his old ways he wasn’t sure what would.
Then Koyama died again and all that gave him was a healthy appreciation for how much being shot really hurt.
Now? Now it seemed like Ryo needed to make a transaction, which made some sense since he seemed to have a credit card and a debit and all the fixings of a normal person. Eyes, ears a nose and lips that sucked the breath from Koyama’s chest when they kissed and fingers that could make his extraneous heart pound. For all intents and purposes he seemed human and sometimes Koyama forgot that he wasn’t.
Still in the last two months he’d never actually seen Ryo step foot in a bank and they usually stuck together like they were trussed up like that. After that unfortunate shooting incident Ryo had actually seemed a little shaken and took to standing so close to him that he could feel the searing heat of the reaper’s skin against his own. It was nice to know that Ryo could feel something other than contempt. So here they were and he wasn’t really sure why.
“I’m here to withdraw.”
“Oh.” Well that made sense. It was late and even this far into the summer up north it got chilly when the sun went down. The bank was just about to close; the teller’s make-up was smudged like she’d gone to move her hair or scratch and forgot she was wearing it. There was another man in the back, middle-aged and pudgy with thinning hair and a pronounced widow’s peak, he was scowling at some sort of machine. A hand-full of last-minute patrons and an old man with a mop ready to start and looking incredibly board with his life made up the nine souls in the bank counting the two of them.
Scratch that, eight souls. A loud bang pierced through the night and amongst the screams mop-man fell to the ground, chest wound spewing blood as he choked on it for a few seconds, throat working to get air into rapidly collapsing lungs and died mercifully quickly.
“Get on the ground or I will shoot every last motherfucking one of you.” A high-female voice followed the sound.
Koyama hit the ground so fast his knees cracked, hands going automatically over his head. Ryo was right next to him, kneeling on the floor like a dark shadow in his over-sized black hoodie.
“Face down; hands were I can see him. You stay.” He snarled at the people behind the counter and Koyama couldn’t see too much but the cold stone of the marble too close to his face and squishing his nose. Just over the panicked thundering of his heart he could hear that calm almost rational part of his mind going ‘Really? Really?’. Then over all of that was the sensation Ryo’s fingers sliding against his grounding his thoughts, and their hands were in plain sight but he was there curling his hand around Koyama’s in a way that shouldn’t be comforting but was in ways he couldn’t even express. Koyama twisted a little so he could look at the other man’s eyes hoping for reassurance, which he shouldn’t have even tried Ryo was too busy eyeing the carnage with an almost gleeful expression on his sharp face.
Koyama closed his eyes and held his breath. There was another loud shot and some lady started to sob, it made all the hair on the back of Koyama’s neck rise, he could almost feel it pointed at him and his shoulder’s tightened in anticipation of the pain that never came.
“All the money in the till in the bag.”
“I can’t-“
“You will or you will die.”
Koyama lifted his face just enough to watch, his rapid breathing condensing on the cold marble tile and making his cheek slide against it. The robbers were barely wearing hats, enough to keep the cameras out of their line of sight but not enough to hide their faces. His eyes widened and his heart went thump thump thump, Ryo turned to look at him and he didn’t really look too concerned.
“They are going to kill everyone.” Koyama breathed, voice cracking as he whispered, the corner of Ryo’s mouth twitched absently.
“Probably will try.”
He let his head rest against the marble again and closed his eyes, it was black behind his eyelids but the face of the young girl there flickered behind his eyelids, thin lips pulled into a smirk. Her eyes had looked like Ryo’s black and glittering and full of dark glee, he hadn’t seen the man’s face and for that he was glad. He had enough nightmares about men and guns. At least the girl would switch things up.
The two continued on with their little Bonnie and Clyde routine while Koyama tried really hard to control his breathing. In through the mouth, the smell of blood was metallic in the air, the care-taker long having bled out and the lady next to him in the process, and out through his nose. Count of five, one, two, three, four and bang Koyama flinched, a whimper lodging itself in his throat.
Another one for the ceiling and the sheer amount of the panic from the remaining people in the air almost felt like a caress against his skin.
Sirens started up in the distance like a muted cry, long and despairing. “Do you think that was a silent alarm?”
“No.” The man squealed, his voice squeaking and cutting out completely as the gun came up to his chest. “It wasn’t me.”
“I think it was.” Which was all the warning there was, another shot like a whip-crack in the air but this one was wet, a loud cry almost covered by squeals and screams. Koyama wanted to cover his ears, chaos everywhere. Two more rapid shot and something wet sounding too close to where he was lying. An older lady, she’d had curly almost blond hair and it was all wet and dark now. He shrunk back a little against Ryo’s side, breath in, breath out. Please let this all end soon.
“Shut up, do you want to die too?” Koyama watcher her lean over the counter into the face of the terrified bank employee, if her make-up was bad before the tears streaming down her face turned the whole thing into black streaks down her cheeks with thick eyelashes clumping. “I said shut up you whore.” The woman made a horrible gurgling noise and Koyama flinched watching the hand raise. The click of the empty clip was lost to her squeals. “Whoops.” Bonnie giggled. “Looks like I’m done.”
“Then let’s go.” Clyde took off towards the door and she chased after him at a run, her heavy treaded boots landing with loud slaps against the floor. As she passed Koyama noticed that she wasn’t wearing socks.
“Ah!” She slid in the blood, feet sliding but managed to right herself and with a small sound was running again through the doors leaving slick dark red prints behind. In the stunned silence that followed, the clerk made a low whining noise and vanished behind the counter followed by violent retching. The rest of the patrons of the bank remained on the floor. The police sirens seemed so close, one moment then lights flashed and reflected off the front glass brining a riot of sound and the next everything just froze.
Koyama blinked a few times but nothing moved and there wasn’t even a breeze. It was as though time had just decided this was a good time as any to quite.
Ryo got to his feet gracefully and dusted off the front of his pants. That or Ryo.
“Time to get to work.”
Koyama pushed himself on his knees, shoulders and rib cage aching from being pressed into the floor, and heart still hammering too fast, the bitter taste of adrenaline and fear on his tongue. “You knew this was going to happen.” He said, and it wasn’t a question. Ryo made a noncommittal humming sound that he took for confirmation. “You could have warned me.”
“That wouldn’t have been half as fun.”
Koyama pressed his palm to his chest where his heart felt like it was beating right through his breastbone and scowled. Ryo was a bitch.
The smaller man walked over to the corpse of the janitor and took a leisurely circuit around the body, and then he kneeled next to him without care for the knees of his ratty jeans. They soaked through quickly and Ryo leaned down over the body, speaking near his ear. “It’s okay, get up now.”
“What happened?” The man sat up gingerly like he might have lived the last few years with back pain. “I don’t remember anything...”
“That’s pretty usual, you just died.”
“I’m... what?” On closer look the man was gaunter then Koyama had originally thought sunken cheek bones to match the shotgun blast to his back. Bonnie had killed with a revolver. “You’re lying.”
“Nope, you’re dead. It’s not so bad so is he.” Ryo jerked a thumb over his shoulder to indicate Koyama. “But you’re not an earth bound spirit yet and I’m here to help.” His expression was anything but reassuring but the man seemed to find something there because he smiled thinly.
“Am I going to heaven?”
“How should I know?” Ryo grinned absently and pressed his forefinger and ring finger to the man’s forehead and breathed in steadily. For a moment nothing happened, and Koyama watched over his shoulder this wasn’t the usual killing spree, and the man lay down again eyes closed and Ryo breathed out steadily. It actually looked kind of peaceful.
“What did you do?”
“I took his soul.”
“So you were lying.” Koyama frowned and Ryo shrugged.
“He moved somewhere.” Ryo let the body drop and stood stretching. “He was quite agreeable.”
Koyama watched feeling sick to his stomach as Ryo ‘woke’ the teller, the man was still in hysterics and Ryo had to hold his flailing limbs down as he sucked his soul out. He did the whole thing carefully to avoid stepping where the lady had vomited all over herself, curled half under the desk. At least it wasn’t as gory as his usual methods; the blood splatter was contained to the already present slick red. Koyama was getting really sick of the smell of blood and the tacky spray against the whiteness of the wall behind him.
“Let’s go.” Ryo whipped at his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing a little bit of the teller against his cheek. He’d just finished up the old lady, she didn’t even fully wake up and then she was gone.
“The police are here, shouldn’t we stay?”
“You still don’t get it do you?” Koyama blinked at him, where they were standing Ryo’s face was bathed in the blue light from the sirens and the red was reflecting crazily off the glass looking like a pair of 3-D glasses.
“What?”
“We were never here.” Ryo looked deep into his eyes, and instead of the soullessness that always distressed him before he could see amusement and genuine affection there. They raked up his body in a blatantly sexual way and Koyama felt it like a caress the whole way.
“You scared me for-“ Ryo cut him off with a harsh kiss. He smiled into the kiss and Koyama was helpless to smile back, biting down on Ryo’s lip when small hands grabbed his ass. Maybe he could learn to live like this. Or not live like this, semantics really.
“Come on, eating always makes me horny.” Ryo tugged his hand and all around them time sprang back to life, the lights whirling, people were yelling. Ryo’s hand tugged his forward and Koyama followed him.
Pairing: Ryo/Koyama
Rating: R
Warning: Death and violence
Summary: The reaper and his pet ghost go to the bank. Koyama learns more about how to live as the walking dead. Set after It’s nights like this and What it feels like to be a ghost
Notes: Requested by
myxstorie -- Death comes sweeping through the hallway,
Like a lady’s dress
Death comes driving down the highway
In its Sunday best. -- Blue Oyster Cult - Fire of Unknown Origin
“Why are we here? Do you really have a bank account?” Koyama shifted his weight from foot to foot. He peered up at his own image on the CCTV and wondered how the hell that worked; it wasn’t like he was really there or anything. As usual he was full of questions about his own meta-physical state but Ryo usually got tetchy when he was hungry and was more prone to snap at him then play 20-questions. They had not stopped to hunt anything recently just holing up in what looked like an abandoned apartment complex together like playing house. Ryo wanted to find a couch and maybe a television to go with the old mattress but the whole ‘squatting’ thing? Totally not Koyama’s cup of tea. But he was getting used to it, this new body didn’t feel heat and cold the same way his old one did so he didn’t worry too much about the lack of proper heating.
He pulled his scarf closer to his neck, the summer weather bothered him because he didn’t have the long sleeves to hide behind and having his wrists exposed felt like being naked in a crowd. ‘Stop being such a damn diva and give me your fucking coat.’ Koyama had died once and if that had not been enough to cure him of his old ways he wasn’t sure what would.
Then Koyama died again and all that gave him was a healthy appreciation for how much being shot really hurt.
Now? Now it seemed like Ryo needed to make a transaction, which made some sense since he seemed to have a credit card and a debit and all the fixings of a normal person. Eyes, ears a nose and lips that sucked the breath from Koyama’s chest when they kissed and fingers that could make his extraneous heart pound. For all intents and purposes he seemed human and sometimes Koyama forgot that he wasn’t.
Still in the last two months he’d never actually seen Ryo step foot in a bank and they usually stuck together like they were trussed up like that. After that unfortunate shooting incident Ryo had actually seemed a little shaken and took to standing so close to him that he could feel the searing heat of the reaper’s skin against his own. It was nice to know that Ryo could feel something other than contempt. So here they were and he wasn’t really sure why.
“I’m here to withdraw.”
“Oh.” Well that made sense. It was late and even this far into the summer up north it got chilly when the sun went down. The bank was just about to close; the teller’s make-up was smudged like she’d gone to move her hair or scratch and forgot she was wearing it. There was another man in the back, middle-aged and pudgy with thinning hair and a pronounced widow’s peak, he was scowling at some sort of machine. A hand-full of last-minute patrons and an old man with a mop ready to start and looking incredibly board with his life made up the nine souls in the bank counting the two of them.
Scratch that, eight souls. A loud bang pierced through the night and amongst the screams mop-man fell to the ground, chest wound spewing blood as he choked on it for a few seconds, throat working to get air into rapidly collapsing lungs and died mercifully quickly.
“Get on the ground or I will shoot every last motherfucking one of you.” A high-female voice followed the sound.
Koyama hit the ground so fast his knees cracked, hands going automatically over his head. Ryo was right next to him, kneeling on the floor like a dark shadow in his over-sized black hoodie.
“Face down; hands were I can see him. You stay.” He snarled at the people behind the counter and Koyama couldn’t see too much but the cold stone of the marble too close to his face and squishing his nose. Just over the panicked thundering of his heart he could hear that calm almost rational part of his mind going ‘Really? Really?’. Then over all of that was the sensation Ryo’s fingers sliding against his grounding his thoughts, and their hands were in plain sight but he was there curling his hand around Koyama’s in a way that shouldn’t be comforting but was in ways he couldn’t even express. Koyama twisted a little so he could look at the other man’s eyes hoping for reassurance, which he shouldn’t have even tried Ryo was too busy eyeing the carnage with an almost gleeful expression on his sharp face.
Koyama closed his eyes and held his breath. There was another loud shot and some lady started to sob, it made all the hair on the back of Koyama’s neck rise, he could almost feel it pointed at him and his shoulder’s tightened in anticipation of the pain that never came.
“All the money in the till in the bag.”
“I can’t-“
“You will or you will die.”
Koyama lifted his face just enough to watch, his rapid breathing condensing on the cold marble tile and making his cheek slide against it. The robbers were barely wearing hats, enough to keep the cameras out of their line of sight but not enough to hide their faces. His eyes widened and his heart went thump thump thump, Ryo turned to look at him and he didn’t really look too concerned.
“They are going to kill everyone.” Koyama breathed, voice cracking as he whispered, the corner of Ryo’s mouth twitched absently.
“Probably will try.”
He let his head rest against the marble again and closed his eyes, it was black behind his eyelids but the face of the young girl there flickered behind his eyelids, thin lips pulled into a smirk. Her eyes had looked like Ryo’s black and glittering and full of dark glee, he hadn’t seen the man’s face and for that he was glad. He had enough nightmares about men and guns. At least the girl would switch things up.
The two continued on with their little Bonnie and Clyde routine while Koyama tried really hard to control his breathing. In through the mouth, the smell of blood was metallic in the air, the care-taker long having bled out and the lady next to him in the process, and out through his nose. Count of five, one, two, three, four and bang Koyama flinched, a whimper lodging itself in his throat.
Another one for the ceiling and the sheer amount of the panic from the remaining people in the air almost felt like a caress against his skin.
Sirens started up in the distance like a muted cry, long and despairing. “Do you think that was a silent alarm?”
“No.” The man squealed, his voice squeaking and cutting out completely as the gun came up to his chest. “It wasn’t me.”
“I think it was.” Which was all the warning there was, another shot like a whip-crack in the air but this one was wet, a loud cry almost covered by squeals and screams. Koyama wanted to cover his ears, chaos everywhere. Two more rapid shot and something wet sounding too close to where he was lying. An older lady, she’d had curly almost blond hair and it was all wet and dark now. He shrunk back a little against Ryo’s side, breath in, breath out. Please let this all end soon.
“Shut up, do you want to die too?” Koyama watcher her lean over the counter into the face of the terrified bank employee, if her make-up was bad before the tears streaming down her face turned the whole thing into black streaks down her cheeks with thick eyelashes clumping. “I said shut up you whore.” The woman made a horrible gurgling noise and Koyama flinched watching the hand raise. The click of the empty clip was lost to her squeals. “Whoops.” Bonnie giggled. “Looks like I’m done.”
“Then let’s go.” Clyde took off towards the door and she chased after him at a run, her heavy treaded boots landing with loud slaps against the floor. As she passed Koyama noticed that she wasn’t wearing socks.
“Ah!” She slid in the blood, feet sliding but managed to right herself and with a small sound was running again through the doors leaving slick dark red prints behind. In the stunned silence that followed, the clerk made a low whining noise and vanished behind the counter followed by violent retching. The rest of the patrons of the bank remained on the floor. The police sirens seemed so close, one moment then lights flashed and reflected off the front glass brining a riot of sound and the next everything just froze.
Koyama blinked a few times but nothing moved and there wasn’t even a breeze. It was as though time had just decided this was a good time as any to quite.
Ryo got to his feet gracefully and dusted off the front of his pants. That or Ryo.
“Time to get to work.”
Koyama pushed himself on his knees, shoulders and rib cage aching from being pressed into the floor, and heart still hammering too fast, the bitter taste of adrenaline and fear on his tongue. “You knew this was going to happen.” He said, and it wasn’t a question. Ryo made a noncommittal humming sound that he took for confirmation. “You could have warned me.”
“That wouldn’t have been half as fun.”
Koyama pressed his palm to his chest where his heart felt like it was beating right through his breastbone and scowled. Ryo was a bitch.
The smaller man walked over to the corpse of the janitor and took a leisurely circuit around the body, and then he kneeled next to him without care for the knees of his ratty jeans. They soaked through quickly and Ryo leaned down over the body, speaking near his ear. “It’s okay, get up now.”
“What happened?” The man sat up gingerly like he might have lived the last few years with back pain. “I don’t remember anything...”
“That’s pretty usual, you just died.”
“I’m... what?” On closer look the man was gaunter then Koyama had originally thought sunken cheek bones to match the shotgun blast to his back. Bonnie had killed with a revolver. “You’re lying.”
“Nope, you’re dead. It’s not so bad so is he.” Ryo jerked a thumb over his shoulder to indicate Koyama. “But you’re not an earth bound spirit yet and I’m here to help.” His expression was anything but reassuring but the man seemed to find something there because he smiled thinly.
“Am I going to heaven?”
“How should I know?” Ryo grinned absently and pressed his forefinger and ring finger to the man’s forehead and breathed in steadily. For a moment nothing happened, and Koyama watched over his shoulder this wasn’t the usual killing spree, and the man lay down again eyes closed and Ryo breathed out steadily. It actually looked kind of peaceful.
“What did you do?”
“I took his soul.”
“So you were lying.” Koyama frowned and Ryo shrugged.
“He moved somewhere.” Ryo let the body drop and stood stretching. “He was quite agreeable.”
Koyama watched feeling sick to his stomach as Ryo ‘woke’ the teller, the man was still in hysterics and Ryo had to hold his flailing limbs down as he sucked his soul out. He did the whole thing carefully to avoid stepping where the lady had vomited all over herself, curled half under the desk. At least it wasn’t as gory as his usual methods; the blood splatter was contained to the already present slick red. Koyama was getting really sick of the smell of blood and the tacky spray against the whiteness of the wall behind him.
“Let’s go.” Ryo whipped at his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing a little bit of the teller against his cheek. He’d just finished up the old lady, she didn’t even fully wake up and then she was gone.
“The police are here, shouldn’t we stay?”
“You still don’t get it do you?” Koyama blinked at him, where they were standing Ryo’s face was bathed in the blue light from the sirens and the red was reflecting crazily off the glass looking like a pair of 3-D glasses.
“What?”
“We were never here.” Ryo looked deep into his eyes, and instead of the soullessness that always distressed him before he could see amusement and genuine affection there. They raked up his body in a blatantly sexual way and Koyama felt it like a caress the whole way.
“You scared me for-“ Ryo cut him off with a harsh kiss. He smiled into the kiss and Koyama was helpless to smile back, biting down on Ryo’s lip when small hands grabbed his ass. Maybe he could learn to live like this. Or not live like this, semantics really.
“Come on, eating always makes me horny.” Ryo tugged his hand and all around them time sprang back to life, the lights whirling, people were yelling. Ryo’s hand tugged his forward and Koyama followed him.
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Date: 2010-03-20 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-03-20 09:50 pm (UTC)THANK YOU, alkslkad THIS IS SO AMAZING AND IT IS ALL MIIIIIIINE :DDDD I LOVE THAT RYO KNEW WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN ALL ALONG AND FUCK, HE ATE THEM ALL!! I LOVE THAT KOYAMA PANICKED AND THAT RYO TOTALLY
LIEDTWISTED THE TRUTH WITH THAT GUY AND THAT THEY WEREN'T REALLY THERE, NOT REALLY. OMG. THIS. IS WONDERFUL. THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH <3333333333333333no subject
Date: 2010-03-21 01:10 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it! It was challenging since I had not played here for awhile, but I'd forgotten how much fun it is~~ Thank you for the awesome request and I am really really really glad that it wasn't crap!!!
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Date: 2010-03-20 10:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-21 01:13 am (UTC)Thank you for the comment!
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Date: 2010-03-21 02:00 am (UTC)i read this last night, then read the other two again, i've lost track of how many times i've read them. then i read this one again and i can't tell you how much I love all three fics! i wanted to comment last night but i don't like commenting before the person the fic was for. :P
but ahhhhh, i love this fic so much, you are amazing! <3
*off to read all three again before going to bed*
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Date: 2010-03-21 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-03-21 06:03 am (UTC)This AU is amazing and interesting- I totally wouldn't have thought that such a dark idea like this would work so well; but somehow it does and even has moments of sweetness in it.
I love the dynamic between Koyama and Ryo- it's unexpected and somewhat sweet even though at the core he still is a Reaper and he still is a "zombie".
I really liked it- I wouldn't mind reading more of this 'verse.
Oh and loved the random Jin cameo :)
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Date: 2010-03-21 06:01 pm (UTC)I like to think that there is a little romance even post-mortem and Ryo's odd about it, but that's just him. Lol if I wrote more it wouldn't be a trilogy it would be a ... quadulogy, series? I'm actually not sure.
Jin actually has his own story (I just never wrote it), I think he'd make a pretty awesome reaper himself.
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Date: 2010-03-22 09:37 am (UTC)Great, fantastic work as always!
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Date: 2010-04-04 10:23 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like it! They do seem to get along well despite their circumstances, that is what I like about writing this so much, they are unexpectedly cute.
Thank you very much
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Date: 2010-04-04 09:47 pm (UTC)I love your characterization of Ryo; he's so gruff, yet he shows affection in odd ways. One of my favorite lines from this was "I came to withdraw."
I loved the dual meaning in that! :D
I also wonder how Ryo got the job XD
Thank you for this; just excellent work ♥
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Date: 2010-04-04 10:31 pm (UTC)Ryo likes to think he's witty, and now he's got himself a captive audiance so to speak xD
Thank you again for the comment.
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