Kilroy was here lah
Mar. 11th, 2011 11:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yukieFor finch and wanderreriha, who asked for something about Kilroy. So it's a double drabble, since it's for two people XD
Reno nicknamed her for the no-he-no-he-mo-he-ji scrawled in lipstick on the walls so she'd remember where the damn hell she'd been in the maze that was the medical ward. (Damn if she knew how long she'd been drifting around so blur she made squid look with-it.) He knew what it meant (probably Tseng's fault) and so she got to be Kilroy-was-here for a week, then he got bored, and it dropped to Kilroy and then just Kil even after she recollected: Kui Shin-liu, SOLDIER class second, Wutain/Nibel (that was pretty normal from the trading past), Theta test group. The little squiggle of a letter, inked in black between her left thumb and index finger, brought chapters and volumes of her life rushing back after the bandage came off her hand.
Pieces were still missing and pieces still made no sense. Makou did funny things to the brains in big doses. She'd roll with it though. Smooth, like the 'ji' stroke, or something like that. No point in getting pissed over what was gone for good, but even so if she saw Doc Houjou again she was going to go one upside his head for his interns' fail-like-fuck with the IV.
finch and wanderreriha, who asked for something about Kilroy. So it's a double drabble, since it's for two people XDReno nicknamed her for the no-he-no-he-mo-he-ji scrawled in lipstick on the walls so she'd remember where the damn hell she'd been in the maze that was the medical ward. (Damn if she knew how long she'd been drifting around so blur she made squid look with-it.) He knew what it meant (probably Tseng's fault) and so she got to be Kilroy-was-here for a week, then he got bored, and it dropped to Kilroy and then just Kil even after she recollected: Kui Shin-liu, SOLDIER class second, Wutain/Nibel (that was pretty normal from the trading past), Theta test group. The little squiggle of a letter, inked in black between her left thumb and index finger, brought chapters and volumes of her life rushing back after the bandage came off her hand.
Pieces were still missing and pieces still made no sense. Makou did funny things to the brains in big doses. She'd roll with it though. Smooth, like the 'ji' stroke, or something like that. No point in getting pissed over what was gone for good, but even so if she saw Doc Houjou again she was going to go one upside his head for his interns' fail-like-fuck with the IV.