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pinzutimebomb) wrote2008-10-27 09:48 pm
pinzutimebomb) wrote2008-10-27 09:48 pm
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OOC Log: Ipin brings Lambo soup
Who: Lambo and Ipin
What: Lambo claims illness
When: October 25 (Saturday)
Where: Lambo's room (the one by the drier)
Rating: PG
Ipin kicked the door and yelled once more to be sure he'd heard. "OPEN UP!" She glanced down at her laptop, still on the floor as it pinged with a new e-mail. Oh good, he'd come to his senses. The bowl was only mildly steamy now. "The soup's getting cold!"
Lambo approached the door and knocked on it from the inside.
"I'll open the door when you are done standing out there."
Oh he did NOT just say that. Her patience had worn thin. "So help me Lambo if you don't open that door I WILL kick it down." Maybe she was exaggerating a little. All the doors on the boat were thick steel in case water entered when they were underwater. But she wanted him to open it and sometimes he didn't think straight when scared.
There are a few clicking noises as Lambo fiddles with the lock to hastily get it unlocked. He opened it up and peeked through.
"My my..."
"My my is right." She said in irritation, sliding a foot out to keep the door from closing back up. "Back up Lambo, I'm coming in." She pressed her hip against the door, careful not to slam it open into his face but being rather firm about the whole affair.
"I'm not afraid of catching it, so you might as well give in."
Lambo backed away from the door and let her in. He was still haunted (in a good way) by his sudden BURST OF COURAGE in the ballpit.
He smiled nervously at her and gestured for her to come into the room.
"Make yourself at home?"
The door swung inward as he backed away and she pushed it shut again with her foot, moving to set the tray with soup and juice on a desk nearby and then straighten putting her hands on her hips. "WHAT was all that about?" She had been worried he'd been avoiding her after the ball pit incident but making her stand outside holding hot soup after worrying her about him being sick... had driven it right out of her mind. She sighed and moved toward him, trying to decide how sick he actually looked. Because she still believed him after all.
Lambo raised his hands defensively and tried to wave her temper down.
"Ipin, Ipin, it's okay," he said, trying to smile despite all this. "I just didn't want to risk getting you sick."
"You worried me you idiot." Ipin frowned and reached for one of his wrists. "It's been over a week. I thought you were mad, then I find out you were sick... I don't care if I catch it."
He scratched the top of his head in a nervous reaction.
"I'm not mad," he said, relaxing his struggle as she grabbed his wrist. He smiled at her and stepped a little closer. Then he sighed and bit his lip. "I'm not sick either."
Her other hand paused halfway to his forehead. "You're not sick?" Her brows furrow and she tries to think of any reason for him to lie about something like that. She opened her mouth to ask, then shut it again looking at him quizzically.
He would have winked at her but having one eye closed is his default look so that wouldn't have worked out.
"Maybe a little sick."
It might have been better that he couldn't wink because she couldn't decide right now if she was mad at him for worrying her or happy that he wasn't sick. Her hand finished it's travel to his face, and she rested the back of her hand against his cheek and pursed her lips. "You are going to be the death of me." She settled on.
"So this means you've been avoiding me." Ipin sighed and moved to drop her hand back to her side.
Lambo shrugged but still held his fake smile. "No?"
"You're asking." She pointed out. "I don't understand why you're avoiding me. Talk to me Lambo." She slid her hand from his wrist to his hand, squeezing.
He squeezed her hand back but didn't say anything for a second. He's kind of a retard when it comes to wording things in a way that won't involve him crying.
"It might have something to do with what happened on the Young Vongola's birthday."
She blushed but looked rather determined. "Look, maybe you felt pressured into it. You don't have to like me just because I like you. But it hurts my feelings when you hide." Well there was no taking that back. She'd just said it right out loud. The urge to run rose in her for a moment but she beat it back down with a mental bat. If he'd been hiding this much he must have really regretted it. So she braced herself for rejection, determined to at least make him admit it. And hopefully he'd still be ok with friends?
"You like me?" he asked awkwardly. She was much better at hiding it than he was!
"That's what I said." Ipin shrugged but didn't look away. When she put her mind to something she saw it through at the very least.
"Oh." he said. "Oh rea--"
His face turned bright red and his nose erupted in a fountain of blood.
"Oh for the love of...LAMBO!" She reached up to pinch his nose. But it still poured through between her fingers. Sometimes she wondered if he was anemic but then he wouldn't have so much blood to lose. She unstrapped the apron from around her waist, already spotted with blood and held it up for him. "Here, will this help?"
"I think it's working." Lambo said, holding the apron up to his face. He was thankful that his face was being covered during this time because he kind of wanted to die.
"Crisis..." he started. "Averted."
They looked a little like assault victims. Very appropriate for halloween. "You should sit down, you lost a lot of blood." She started to push him back toward the bed. "Lean your head back."
He leaned back just a little. "Will you catch me?"
"Are you going to fall?" She reached over to hold his arm. "I've got you, here sit."
Lambo continued leaning back very very VERRRRRRRRRRY slowly. "No. But I can't see and I'm leaning back."
Ipin gave him a funny look. "Bend your knees. Come on the bed is right here just sit like you normally would. Hold on to me."
He was busy holding the apron to his face with one hand as he waved his hand around for Ipin. He smacked her shoulder accidentally and then grabbed it.
"There you are."
Ipin watched him flail for a moment and smiled a little to herself. Then got hit. "Yep, right here. Now sit down." She braced herself to hold him in case he really did fall. But she'd backed him up to the bed, she really should be fine.
He held the apron tightly to his face and spoke through a muffled voice. "How's this?"
Finally he was seated and she didn't have to worry about him falling and cracking his head open. "Better. Are you still bleeding?" She pulled at the corner of the completely screwed up apron trying to see if she could tell.
"I don't know." he said, clinging to the apron on his face. He was smiling BUT you couldn't see it.
"Here lean your head back." She pushed back on his forehead and wiped at some of the blood on his cheek. "I can grab something to clean you off..." She glanced at the door. "The laundry room is right next door."
Leaning back, he lifted the apron off his face and looked at her.
"How does it look, Ipin?"
She looked at him and grinned a little. "Like I tried to kill you." She took the apron and wiped at his face, cleaning away some of the wet blood to see if he was still bleeding. "I think it's stopped. You've really got to get a handle on that, it scares me every time."
"I apologize," he said, though his voice sounded sincere, he was distracted. He quickly changed the subject. "Do you really like me?"
"Thank you." she replied still wiping. "Yes I really like you, are you going to make me say it five or six more times?" She blushed and then tried to stop blushing. "So I'm sorry if I made you so uncomfortable you had to hide."
He paused.
"So."
He wasn't even trying to stop blushing.
"You like my hair? And my eyes? And my nose?"
"Ah." Good lord he was really dragging it out. "Yes. All of that..." she bit her lip and paused her hand, where she'd almost gotten his face clean. "You don't have to rub it in you know."
"Me too."
He paused and his eyes widened a bit. "I don't mean I like my eyes..."
Lambo blinked a few times.
"I mean...you know. Your eyes and nose..."
He slapped his forehead.
She really had thought he was complimenting his own features when he began. It wasn't unheard of from him some days. "M... you like..." she smiled a little shyly, at him slapping his forehead. "You aren't just saying that because I said it, are you?"
"I kissed you, didn't I?" he asked, peeking his eye through his fingers.
"Well, but then you didn't talk to me for a week and a half." She said sourly, she looked at him a little sadly. "What was I supposed to think?"
"Ah..." he started, not really knowing how to respond to that. "I promise I won't do it again."
She looked at him for a moment, without responding like she was trying to figure out if it was the truth. Finally she sucked in a breath. "Promise?"
He nodded once and then smiled. "I promise that if I kiss you again, I won't hide."
She slowly smiled back. Then threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. "Thank you."
Suddenly she remembered she'd brough him soup. "Uh.. there's still soup if you want it. I can heat it back up."
He allowed himself to be hugged and then mentally kicked himself.
Do it again, crybaby Lambo-san.
"Soup," he started, his voice slightly high. "--would be good!"
She straightened back up and grinned. It's a trip back to the kitchen, but I can clean your face better with water anyway. You want to change shirts?" She tugged on the bloody collar of the one he was wearing. "Do you even have a change here? Now that I think about it..."
Lambo leaned slightly to the side and reached onto the floor, picking up a small pair of cow-print pajamas with the little tail on the rear.
"Technically I do..."
Ipin looked at the pajamas, then looked at Lambo, then burst into laughter. "I don't think it'll fit, Lambo. Please tell me your younger self has clothes on wherever you were last."
"I was..." he started, trying to remember what he was doing before he was switched to the past. "What was I do--"
Lambo's jaw dropped suddenly.
"I was in the Museum of Mafia Weapons."
He frowned, thinking about what kind of naked hijinx his younger self was getting into.
"Oh dear." She covered her mouth for a moment at the idea of Lambo running between tommy guns stark naked while Tsuna or whichever of their comrades happened to be with him, tried to keep him from killing himself or pissing off the museum. She was still chuckling though and trying to hold it in wasn't working. "Oh I'm sorry Lambo, you really would have run through the entire museum though, wouldn't you have?" She settled a hand on his hair for a moment as though to say she wasn't really trying to hurt his feelings. Although he hadn't seemed upset at her laughing at the pajamas either so maybe it would be ok.
"You can either take the shirt off and I can toss it in the washer on our way out or I can try to spot clean it in the kitchen. What do you think?"
...
He looked at Ipin.
Slowly.
Casually...
He reached for his top button, without a word.
Ipin totally wasn't interested in seeing Lambo without a shirt. She saw him without it all the time. Really she wasn't glancing at him out of the corner of her eye or anything. Not a bit.
Ipin thought it might be best if she at least turned away maybe and busied herself with his soup which she really had nothing at all she could do with it for now. But she clinked away at the tray making a big display of nonchalantly picking it up and adjusting the contents and nearly spilling the whole thing. Luckily she had quick natural reflexes and nothing ended up on the floor. Whoo, go Ipin, caught it in time!
Of course, Lambo went to dive for the soup and ended up knocking into Ipin.
Ipin felt Lambo's weight hit her first, knocking the tray in her direction and knocking her into the desk a little painfully. She managed to catch the soup full on luckily lukewarm against her bodice, wincing and holding it there. She drooped a little and felt a noodle slide down inside her bodice. Briefly she wondered how much more stuff would end up on this costume and if it was a good enough excuse to change. "Lambo? Are you ok?" She asked, leaning over and trying to get whatever was left of the soup to fall back into the bowl.
Lambo lied on top of her pathetically. He put his hand to his forehead dramatically.
"It's too late for me, Ipin," he said. "I'm going to die."
She'd been so concerned with the soup she hadn't realized Lambo was still pretty much on top of her. "I'm pretty sure I cushioned your fall." She said in amusement even with a harsh blush flaming against her cheeks. She wondered if maybe she was a pervert. Gokudera was always going on about pervert this and that. This would be a lot better if she didn't have a noodle down her dress. It was kinda slimey.
He rolled off of her and lied there with his eyes closed.
"There isn't much time for me now."
The minute he was off of her she stuffed her hand down her front and yanked the darn noodle out. OK that was a little better, aside from soggy chicken noodle dress. She sat up from where they'd ended up on the floor and brushed her hand up along his forehead and back through his hair, pushing it off his face. "If you die I'll bring you back you know." She said, trying to make it sound threatening, but it kind of came out a little too gently.
"Did you get hurt?" She asked a little more seriously. "I don't see any blood."
He coughed once, covering his mouth. He lifted his hand up, weakly shaking it.
"I...already said I don't have much time..."
Ipin leaned over him and studied his face, almost intensely. "Hmmm, you are looking a little pale." She noted, "And smelling strongly of chicken noodle soup... no wait that's me." She smiled. "I think you'll survive but I might be convinced to give you some motivation." She looked angelically at him.
Lambo opened one eye. He was going to ask if he could hold her close in his final moments but now he was curious about her convincing.
"...oh?"
She caught the flash of green as he opened one eye, her teeth glinted a little as she smiled. "Well I'd do my best anyway." She said, leaning closer to him, so the end of her pigtail settled against his partially unbuttoned shirt, setting her left hand on the other side of his head. "If you could bring yourself to keep living anyway."
His other eye cracked open as well.
"...I think I feel the feeling in my legs coming back."
"Just your legs hmm?" She asked, leaning down so her breath warmed his lips, "I don't think you're trying very hard." She really didn't know what she was doing. She was already feeling kind of silly. But she trekked on with it.
Lambo let out an inward squeak and bit his lip.
He rested his hand behind her head and leaned toward her, pulling back for a moment before slowly...moving closer again.
"I'm not going to tell you about any other places." he replied awkwardly.
She smiled a little and raised an eyebrow. "The important question is, are you going to live?" There was barely a hairstbreadth between their lips now that he'd moved up. She could actually taste his breath from there. She flushed a little but waited patiently for the answer.
It was at that moment that puberty hit and LAMBO BECAME A MAN.
He spoke in his deep voice (which is no different than normal).
"Why..." he said, pausing, closing his eyes and smiling. "Why yes. I'm going to live, Ipin."
She smiled. "Well that's good." She felt self conscious but closed the distance and pressed her lips to his in one of those chaste closed lip kinda kisses because she's still just a kid and she doesn't know how to do anything else thankyouverymuch. Please don't take us back yeeeet. She almost absently prayed to the bazooka god even though she was pretty sure it was going to happen soon. And it didn't seem like the bazooka god liked her too much.
*LKDGJLGKJSDLGKSJGLSJGSDLKG*
Lambo's feelings could only be conveyed by a keysmash within asterisks. Throughout this log, his player wished that the ONE Older Lambo icon she had was not one of "UGH". For all of a second, he did not move, allowing her to kiss him.
He tightly shut his eyes and returned her kiss, just as chaste as it was given. Lambo wasn't about to waste his time occupying thoughts of bazookas returning them when he had Ipin kissing him.
She pulled back after a moment, looking at Lambo nervously, just checking to make sure he wouldn't run away again. He seemed happy enough. She smiled shyly and waited for him to open his eyes. "Better?"
Lambo was JUST about to respond when the horrible pink smoke overcame him and replaced him with his younger self.
It's okay though, Older Lambo will probably go looking for Older Ipin when she gets back.
"GUPYA!!" Lambo yelled. "NOT AGAIN!!"
Little Ipin sat in a puddle on the ground and her eyes widened like saucers. She didn't remember wetting her pants!! She hadn't wet her pants in at least a year!! A more careful eye might have noticed pieces of chicken and assorted vegetables and noodles but Ipin was so upset she didn't even give little Lambo a backward glance and went running to find Tohru.
What: Lambo claims illness
When: October 25 (Saturday)
Where: Lambo's room (the one by the drier)
Rating: PG
Ipin kicked the door and yelled once more to be sure he'd heard. "OPEN UP!" She glanced down at her laptop, still on the floor as it pinged with a new e-mail. Oh good, he'd come to his senses. The bowl was only mildly steamy now. "The soup's getting cold!"
Lambo approached the door and knocked on it from the inside.
"I'll open the door when you are done standing out there."
Oh he did NOT just say that. Her patience had worn thin. "So help me Lambo if you don't open that door I WILL kick it down." Maybe she was exaggerating a little. All the doors on the boat were thick steel in case water entered when they were underwater. But she wanted him to open it and sometimes he didn't think straight when scared.
There are a few clicking noises as Lambo fiddles with the lock to hastily get it unlocked. He opened it up and peeked through.
"My my..."
"My my is right." She said in irritation, sliding a foot out to keep the door from closing back up. "Back up Lambo, I'm coming in." She pressed her hip against the door, careful not to slam it open into his face but being rather firm about the whole affair.
"I'm not afraid of catching it, so you might as well give in."
Lambo backed away from the door and let her in. He was still haunted (in a good way) by his sudden BURST OF COURAGE in the ballpit.
He smiled nervously at her and gestured for her to come into the room.
"Make yourself at home?"
The door swung inward as he backed away and she pushed it shut again with her foot, moving to set the tray with soup and juice on a desk nearby and then straighten putting her hands on her hips. "WHAT was all that about?" She had been worried he'd been avoiding her after the ball pit incident but making her stand outside holding hot soup after worrying her about him being sick... had driven it right out of her mind. She sighed and moved toward him, trying to decide how sick he actually looked. Because she still believed him after all.
Lambo raised his hands defensively and tried to wave her temper down.
"Ipin, Ipin, it's okay," he said, trying to smile despite all this. "I just didn't want to risk getting you sick."
"You worried me you idiot." Ipin frowned and reached for one of his wrists. "It's been over a week. I thought you were mad, then I find out you were sick... I don't care if I catch it."
He scratched the top of his head in a nervous reaction.
"I'm not mad," he said, relaxing his struggle as she grabbed his wrist. He smiled at her and stepped a little closer. Then he sighed and bit his lip. "I'm not sick either."
Her other hand paused halfway to his forehead. "You're not sick?" Her brows furrow and she tries to think of any reason for him to lie about something like that. She opened her mouth to ask, then shut it again looking at him quizzically.
He would have winked at her but having one eye closed is his default look so that wouldn't have worked out.
"Maybe a little sick."
It might have been better that he couldn't wink because she couldn't decide right now if she was mad at him for worrying her or happy that he wasn't sick. Her hand finished it's travel to his face, and she rested the back of her hand against his cheek and pursed her lips. "You are going to be the death of me." She settled on.
"So this means you've been avoiding me." Ipin sighed and moved to drop her hand back to her side.
Lambo shrugged but still held his fake smile. "No?"
"You're asking." She pointed out. "I don't understand why you're avoiding me. Talk to me Lambo." She slid her hand from his wrist to his hand, squeezing.
He squeezed her hand back but didn't say anything for a second. He's kind of a retard when it comes to wording things in a way that won't involve him crying.
"It might have something to do with what happened on the Young Vongola's birthday."
She blushed but looked rather determined. "Look, maybe you felt pressured into it. You don't have to like me just because I like you. But it hurts my feelings when you hide." Well there was no taking that back. She'd just said it right out loud. The urge to run rose in her for a moment but she beat it back down with a mental bat. If he'd been hiding this much he must have really regretted it. So she braced herself for rejection, determined to at least make him admit it. And hopefully he'd still be ok with friends?
"You like me?" he asked awkwardly. She was much better at hiding it than he was!
"That's what I said." Ipin shrugged but didn't look away. When she put her mind to something she saw it through at the very least.
"Oh." he said. "Oh rea--"
His face turned bright red and his nose erupted in a fountain of blood.
"Oh for the love of...LAMBO!" She reached up to pinch his nose. But it still poured through between her fingers. Sometimes she wondered if he was anemic but then he wouldn't have so much blood to lose. She unstrapped the apron from around her waist, already spotted with blood and held it up for him. "Here, will this help?"
"I think it's working." Lambo said, holding the apron up to his face. He was thankful that his face was being covered during this time because he kind of wanted to die.
"Crisis..." he started. "Averted."
They looked a little like assault victims. Very appropriate for halloween. "You should sit down, you lost a lot of blood." She started to push him back toward the bed. "Lean your head back."
He leaned back just a little. "Will you catch me?"
"Are you going to fall?" She reached over to hold his arm. "I've got you, here sit."
Lambo continued leaning back very very VERRRRRRRRRRY slowly. "No. But I can't see and I'm leaning back."
Ipin gave him a funny look. "Bend your knees. Come on the bed is right here just sit like you normally would. Hold on to me."
He was busy holding the apron to his face with one hand as he waved his hand around for Ipin. He smacked her shoulder accidentally and then grabbed it.
"There you are."
Ipin watched him flail for a moment and smiled a little to herself. Then got hit. "Yep, right here. Now sit down." She braced herself to hold him in case he really did fall. But she'd backed him up to the bed, she really should be fine.
He held the apron tightly to his face and spoke through a muffled voice. "How's this?"
Finally he was seated and she didn't have to worry about him falling and cracking his head open. "Better. Are you still bleeding?" She pulled at the corner of the completely screwed up apron trying to see if she could tell.
"I don't know." he said, clinging to the apron on his face. He was smiling BUT you couldn't see it.
"Here lean your head back." She pushed back on his forehead and wiped at some of the blood on his cheek. "I can grab something to clean you off..." She glanced at the door. "The laundry room is right next door."
Leaning back, he lifted the apron off his face and looked at her.
"How does it look, Ipin?"
She looked at him and grinned a little. "Like I tried to kill you." She took the apron and wiped at his face, cleaning away some of the wet blood to see if he was still bleeding. "I think it's stopped. You've really got to get a handle on that, it scares me every time."
"I apologize," he said, though his voice sounded sincere, he was distracted. He quickly changed the subject. "Do you really like me?"
"Thank you." she replied still wiping. "Yes I really like you, are you going to make me say it five or six more times?" She blushed and then tried to stop blushing. "So I'm sorry if I made you so uncomfortable you had to hide."
He paused.
"So."
He wasn't even trying to stop blushing.
"You like my hair? And my eyes? And my nose?"
"Ah." Good lord he was really dragging it out. "Yes. All of that..." she bit her lip and paused her hand, where she'd almost gotten his face clean. "You don't have to rub it in you know."
"Me too."
He paused and his eyes widened a bit. "I don't mean I like my eyes..."
Lambo blinked a few times.
"I mean...you know. Your eyes and nose..."
He slapped his forehead.
She really had thought he was complimenting his own features when he began. It wasn't unheard of from him some days. "M... you like..." she smiled a little shyly, at him slapping his forehead. "You aren't just saying that because I said it, are you?"
"I kissed you, didn't I?" he asked, peeking his eye through his fingers.
"Well, but then you didn't talk to me for a week and a half." She said sourly, she looked at him a little sadly. "What was I supposed to think?"
"Ah..." he started, not really knowing how to respond to that. "I promise I won't do it again."
She looked at him for a moment, without responding like she was trying to figure out if it was the truth. Finally she sucked in a breath. "Promise?"
He nodded once and then smiled. "I promise that if I kiss you again, I won't hide."
She slowly smiled back. Then threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. "Thank you."
Suddenly she remembered she'd brough him soup. "Uh.. there's still soup if you want it. I can heat it back up."
He allowed himself to be hugged and then mentally kicked himself.
Do it again, crybaby Lambo-san.
"Soup," he started, his voice slightly high. "--would be good!"
She straightened back up and grinned. It's a trip back to the kitchen, but I can clean your face better with water anyway. You want to change shirts?" She tugged on the bloody collar of the one he was wearing. "Do you even have a change here? Now that I think about it..."
Lambo leaned slightly to the side and reached onto the floor, picking up a small pair of cow-print pajamas with the little tail on the rear.
"Technically I do..."
Ipin looked at the pajamas, then looked at Lambo, then burst into laughter. "I don't think it'll fit, Lambo. Please tell me your younger self has clothes on wherever you were last."
"I was..." he started, trying to remember what he was doing before he was switched to the past. "What was I do--"
Lambo's jaw dropped suddenly.
"I was in the Museum of Mafia Weapons."
He frowned, thinking about what kind of naked hijinx his younger self was getting into.
"Oh dear." She covered her mouth for a moment at the idea of Lambo running between tommy guns stark naked while Tsuna or whichever of their comrades happened to be with him, tried to keep him from killing himself or pissing off the museum. She was still chuckling though and trying to hold it in wasn't working. "Oh I'm sorry Lambo, you really would have run through the entire museum though, wouldn't you have?" She settled a hand on his hair for a moment as though to say she wasn't really trying to hurt his feelings. Although he hadn't seemed upset at her laughing at the pajamas either so maybe it would be ok.
"You can either take the shirt off and I can toss it in the washer on our way out or I can try to spot clean it in the kitchen. What do you think?"
...
He looked at Ipin.
Slowly.
Casually...
He reached for his top button, without a word.
Ipin totally wasn't interested in seeing Lambo without a shirt. She saw him without it all the time. Really she wasn't glancing at him out of the corner of her eye or anything. Not a bit.
Ipin thought it might be best if she at least turned away maybe and busied herself with his soup which she really had nothing at all she could do with it for now. But she clinked away at the tray making a big display of nonchalantly picking it up and adjusting the contents and nearly spilling the whole thing. Luckily she had quick natural reflexes and nothing ended up on the floor. Whoo, go Ipin, caught it in time!
Of course, Lambo went to dive for the soup and ended up knocking into Ipin.
Ipin felt Lambo's weight hit her first, knocking the tray in her direction and knocking her into the desk a little painfully. She managed to catch the soup full on luckily lukewarm against her bodice, wincing and holding it there. She drooped a little and felt a noodle slide down inside her bodice. Briefly she wondered how much more stuff would end up on this costume and if it was a good enough excuse to change. "Lambo? Are you ok?" She asked, leaning over and trying to get whatever was left of the soup to fall back into the bowl.
Lambo lied on top of her pathetically. He put his hand to his forehead dramatically.
"It's too late for me, Ipin," he said. "I'm going to die."
She'd been so concerned with the soup she hadn't realized Lambo was still pretty much on top of her. "I'm pretty sure I cushioned your fall." She said in amusement even with a harsh blush flaming against her cheeks. She wondered if maybe she was a pervert. Gokudera was always going on about pervert this and that. This would be a lot better if she didn't have a noodle down her dress. It was kinda slimey.
He rolled off of her and lied there with his eyes closed.
"There isn't much time for me now."
The minute he was off of her she stuffed her hand down her front and yanked the darn noodle out. OK that was a little better, aside from soggy chicken noodle dress. She sat up from where they'd ended up on the floor and brushed her hand up along his forehead and back through his hair, pushing it off his face. "If you die I'll bring you back you know." She said, trying to make it sound threatening, but it kind of came out a little too gently.
"Did you get hurt?" She asked a little more seriously. "I don't see any blood."
He coughed once, covering his mouth. He lifted his hand up, weakly shaking it.
"I...already said I don't have much time..."
Ipin leaned over him and studied his face, almost intensely. "Hmmm, you are looking a little pale." She noted, "And smelling strongly of chicken noodle soup... no wait that's me." She smiled. "I think you'll survive but I might be convinced to give you some motivation." She looked angelically at him.
Lambo opened one eye. He was going to ask if he could hold her close in his final moments but now he was curious about her convincing.
"...oh?"
She caught the flash of green as he opened one eye, her teeth glinted a little as she smiled. "Well I'd do my best anyway." She said, leaning closer to him, so the end of her pigtail settled against his partially unbuttoned shirt, setting her left hand on the other side of his head. "If you could bring yourself to keep living anyway."
His other eye cracked open as well.
"...I think I feel the feeling in my legs coming back."
"Just your legs hmm?" She asked, leaning down so her breath warmed his lips, "I don't think you're trying very hard." She really didn't know what she was doing. She was already feeling kind of silly. But she trekked on with it.
Lambo let out an inward squeak and bit his lip.
He rested his hand behind her head and leaned toward her, pulling back for a moment before slowly...moving closer again.
"I'm not going to tell you about any other places." he replied awkwardly.
She smiled a little and raised an eyebrow. "The important question is, are you going to live?" There was barely a hairstbreadth between their lips now that he'd moved up. She could actually taste his breath from there. She flushed a little but waited patiently for the answer.
It was at that moment that puberty hit and LAMBO BECAME A MAN.
He spoke in his deep voice (which is no different than normal).
"Why..." he said, pausing, closing his eyes and smiling. "Why yes. I'm going to live, Ipin."
She smiled. "Well that's good." She felt self conscious but closed the distance and pressed her lips to his in one of those chaste closed lip kinda kisses because she's still just a kid and she doesn't know how to do anything else thankyouverymuch. Please don't take us back yeeeet. She almost absently prayed to the bazooka god even though she was pretty sure it was going to happen soon. And it didn't seem like the bazooka god liked her too much.
*LKDGJLGKJSDLGKSJGLSJGSDLKG*
Lambo's feelings could only be conveyed by a keysmash within asterisks. Throughout this log, his player wished that the ONE Older Lambo icon she had was not one of "UGH". For all of a second, he did not move, allowing her to kiss him.
He tightly shut his eyes and returned her kiss, just as chaste as it was given. Lambo wasn't about to waste his time occupying thoughts of bazookas returning them when he had Ipin kissing him.
She pulled back after a moment, looking at Lambo nervously, just checking to make sure he wouldn't run away again. He seemed happy enough. She smiled shyly and waited for him to open his eyes. "Better?"
Lambo was JUST about to respond when the horrible pink smoke overcame him and replaced him with his younger self.
It's okay though, Older Lambo will probably go looking for Older Ipin when she gets back.
"GUPYA!!" Lambo yelled. "NOT AGAIN!!"
Little Ipin sat in a puddle on the ground and her eyes widened like saucers. She didn't remember wetting her pants!! She hadn't wet her pants in at least a year!! A more careful eye might have noticed pieces of chicken and assorted vegetables and noodles but Ipin was so upset she didn't even give little Lambo a backward glance and went running to find Tohru.
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OMFG!!!! WHY SO CUTE?!?!?! *DED*
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*res*
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MYGOD
/DIES FROM CUTE
edited for appropriate ♥A♥ face icon
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That is an adorable icon.
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I adore your Lambo. In all forms.