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Title: Wasted Youth
Pairings/Character: Amber, Luigi
Rating: PG
Word Count: 190
Summary: I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday....
Warnings: Silliness.
"Did you do it?" Amber asked, perking up as soon as he walked through the door.
"I told you I fucking would, didn't I?"
"And?"
He shrugged. "Stabbing is more effective. It's good for sheer letting out of rage, though, I have to admit."
"So what did you use?"
He looked at her like she'd gone stupid. "An electric guitar."
"I know that. What kind?"
"How should I know? It was a fucking guitar. A Fender, I think."
"But was it a Telecaster or a Stratocaster?"
"I don't fucking remember! For Christ's sake."
"How can you not remember? Luigi, you killed a man with a Fender guitar and you don't remember whether it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster? What the fuck is your problem?" She was nearly shrieking, tendrils of hair dropping into her face with the force of her fury.
"What the hell, Am?"
"It's a fucking question of the ages, Luigi! Like the fucking tree in the forest or the one hand clapping! Was it a Telecaster or a Stratocaster?"
"Fuck if I know."
She sighed, slumping back onto the couch. "You're so useless."
Pairings/Character: Amber, Luigi
Rating: PG
Word Count: 190
Summary: I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday....
Warnings: Silliness.
"Did you do it?" Amber asked, perking up as soon as he walked through the door.
"I told you I fucking would, didn't I?"
"And?"
He shrugged. "Stabbing is more effective. It's good for sheer letting out of rage, though, I have to admit."
"So what did you use?"
He looked at her like she'd gone stupid. "An electric guitar."
"I know that. What kind?"
"How should I know? It was a fucking guitar. A Fender, I think."
"But was it a Telecaster or a Stratocaster?"
"I don't fucking remember! For Christ's sake."
"How can you not remember? Luigi, you killed a man with a Fender guitar and you don't remember whether it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster? What the fuck is your problem?" She was nearly shrieking, tendrils of hair dropping into her face with the force of her fury.
"What the hell, Am?"
"It's a fucking question of the ages, Luigi! Like the fucking tree in the forest or the one hand clapping! Was it a Telecaster or a Stratocaster?"
"Fuck if I know."
She sighed, slumping back onto the couch. "You're so useless."
