Fanfic insanity
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eirenicalOh dear Lord, it's finally happened. I've started a Power Rangers Dino Thunder slash fic. O_O I have only two things to say:
1) How the hell did Ethan end up my narrator? I mean, not that I don't like the guy, but really... he's my least favorite of all the lead characters in the series. *sweatdrop*
2) I'm sorry, Conner!!!! ;_; O_O
Still pondering if I can make this fit into the FMN universe or not. It's a pretty complete fic in and of itself, but... I like the FMN universe. O_o;;; Must ponder some more. *nodnod*
*wanders off to gorge on more PRDT for writing inspiration* Damned White Thunder Part 3 episode... this is all your fault!
"Shall I finish him, Master?" --Zeltrax, re: Connor (the Red Ranger)
"No, our new friend seems to have a fascination with the Red one." --Mesagog's response (the new friend would be the, then evil, White Ranger)
I'm sure you all see where this is going... *sweatdrop*
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Ethan cursed as yet another Tyranno-drone jumped in front of his Raptor Cycle. He was losing precious time here. Though I'm sure that's the whole point, he thought. Firing his lasers, he took down the three barring his way and revved the engine to get past the others. Finally, he was going to get through! Urgency beat a throbbing staccato pulse just under his breastbone. He had to get past these goons and he had to do it quickly. Intuition was screaming at him that if he didn't get to the gorge fast enough, something would go horribly wrong.
As another five Tyranno-drones converged on the Cycle, Ethan vainly wished for Kira's Ptera-Scream. He didn't have time for this! When Dr. O had contacted Conner, the Red Ranger had already been in dire straits, his voice laced with panic as he asked for help. And as fast as a Raptor Cycle could travel, with this sudden interruption, it had already been almost 15 minutes. How much damage could the White Ranger do to his friend in that amount of time? Plenty.
With a feral roar, Ethan fired another barrage of lasers and ran the Cycle right over the top of the remaining drones. His heart continued beating that panicked rhythm: Hurry, hurry, hurry!
The remaining five minutes it took him to get to the site of Conner's communication seemed to take hours. Reaching it, however, was a dramatic anticlimax. He roared the Cycle right down into the gorge and dismounted near his fallen friend. There was no one else in sight -- no White Ranger, no Tyranno-drones... nothing. Crouching down by Conner's side, he put a worried hand on the other boy's shoulder, "Conner?"
For just a moment, when Conner didn't respond, he feared that the Red Ranger had been severely injured. He lay supine on the ground, breath coming in heaving gasps. Just when Ethan was ready to run back to the Cycle and call an ambulance, Conner weakly held out a hand for assistance to get up. The Blue Ranger slipped a hand under his friend's arm and slowly helped him up. The Red Ranger wavered for a moment once he had his feet back under him, but with a shaking hand gripping Ethan's shoulder, managed to stay upright. When he was a little more steady, he had only this to say, "Just so you know... good guys do not wear white."
Before he could think of any kind of response to that, they were both nearly knocked off their feet when the ground began shaking under them, subject to the force of a giant monster and a Megazord facing off just in front of them. Ethan caught Conner as he nearly fell, warning bells sounding in his head at his friend's continued unsteadiness. He must have taken a worse beating than I thought. Once again cursing the hordes of Tyranno-drones that had delayed his arrival, Ethan kept a supportive arm around the Red Ranger until the shaking stopped. Conner stepped away from him, eyes riveted on the fight, not even answering his friend's queries if he was all right. He didn't respond to anything, in fact, until Kira and Dr. O finally arrived.
Kira all but ran Conner down as she skidded to a stop, hands gripping the Red Ranger's arm to halt her forward momentum. Ethan braced himself to catch them both if they should fall, but Conner seemed to have regained his equilibrium and easily supported the Yellow Ranger's weight until she stepped away. Dr. O leaned around Ethan and said, in a light tone, "Sorry we're late."
Having been watching his friend closely for the last several minutes, Ethan might have been the only one that caught Conner's almost bitterly mumbled, "Day late and a dollar short." Before he could call attention to it, however, the ground shook again and they were all distracted by the extremely one-sided fight going on over their heads. When the White Ranger used the Stego-laser to obliterate the monster, Conner flinched back and commented, "Now that's gotta hurt." By the time they all got finished making similar comments, the moment had passed and the Red Ranger seemed to be back to normal. Uneasily, Ethan concluded that he must have imagined that bitter note in his friend's voice. Tucking that worry away, Ethan turned his eyes back to the site of the battleground. One thing was for certain, throwing the White Ranger into this mix was bound to make for a far more volatile situation.
When they reached the Dino Lair, Ethan's worrying kicked back into gear. Truthfully, he was a little shocked that Dr. O and Kira weren't showing more concern. Conner had battled the White Ranger on his own. Even with the new power upgrade, he could have been badly hurt -- still might be badly hurt. He watched closely as the Red Ranger demorphed. He was surprised to see that there wasn't a single bruise, not even a scratch, marring his skin. One thing he did notice, though... Conner was moving like an old man. That was when he understood. Oh... there were bruises, all right. They just weren't where anyone could see them.
As Hayley and Dr. O started picking apart the battle, Ethan couldn't help but notice that Conner had pulled away from them to hover in the corner of the lab. That just wasn't like him. Usually after a battle he was in what Kira and Ethan usually jokingly called "Super Red Mode" -- hyped up, completely energized and ready to take on a field of Tyranno-drones all by himself. Dr. O had laughed when he'd caught them using the phrase once, then verified that most Red Rangers he knew got that way after a battle, even the most serious-minded ones. So this hunched in silence was blatantly wrong. Why didn't anyone else notice?
Just when he was about to say something about it, Conner was suddenly right in between he and Kira, pelting Dr. O with questions about the new "Super Dino Mode" -- Kira snorted at the choice of phrasing. As they all agreed that new enhancements would be sincerely welcome, Conner's attitude again seemed to normalize. He practically bounced in place as he offered to go back to the warehouse district to get the Fossil Finder. When Dr. O declined the offer, Conner gave him one of his most dazzling smiles and said, "Thanks!" Ethan found himself wondering, again, if he was reading too much into it. Maybe his friend had just been caught off guard by the fact that he'd finally met his match in the White Ranger. Maybe the reality that they could really get hurt in these battles had finally sunk in. Whatever the case, he seemed to be back to normal.
As they left the Dino Lair, though, his face again took on a more serious cast than they were used to seeing. He muttered, "I still don't know if Trent's all right... I left a message..."
Kira smiled, "I'm sure he's fine."
As they headed out of the Dr. O's house, Kira offered them a jaunty wave as she hopped into her car and sped off. Ethan couldn't help but notice Conner's face falling at that. Of course, he'd come here straight from the battlefield -- he didn't have his car. Clapping a hand to his friend's shoulder, Ethan smiled, "Need a lift?"
With a sheepish grin, Conner laughed, "Yeah, I guess so. You don't mind?"
"Of course, I don't mind," he answered. He unlocked the car doors, then his eyes narrowed as he again noticed how stiffly Conner was moving as he maneuvered himself into the passenger seat, And maybe I'll be able to get some answers out of you on the drive back. For once, Ethan was glad Dr. O lived so far outside of town.
After they'd been on the road for a couple of minutes with Conner having nothing to contribute to the conversation, Ethan had had enough. He plunged in with, "Are you OK, man?" At Conner's startled look, he added, "You just seem like you're in some pain. Maybe we should take you to a doctor...?" As the Red Ranger's eyes shuttered, Ethan cursed, OK... wrong approach.
Hunching in on himself, Conner grumped, "I'm fine, Ethan. It's nothing a hot shower and some Tiger Balm won't fix."
The next few minutes passed in silence and Ethan started to sweat. He never realized how much they depended on Conner to be the talkative one of the group. It was so easy to take him for granted, to poke fun at his dumb jock attitude and to pretend he had nothing positive to contribute to the group other than his never-ending supply of energy and enthusiasm. To be fair... he and Kira never really gave him the opportunity to show anyone what else he could offer. He put up the "dumb jock womanizer" front like a shield against the world and that's all that most people saw when they looked at him. But of everyone, his best friends should know that wasn't the case. After all, as much as he professed his unintelligence, Ethan knew the other boy wasn't stupid. He was clever and insightful as a Ranger and he was at least a 'B' student. He couldn't have remained on the varsity soccer team if he wasn't -- school policy. And for all his supposed shallowness... who was the one who'd gone after Trent? Who was the one who'd continued to be worried hours after the fact? And he took their Rangering more seriously than any of the rest of them, except maybe Dr. O. No, there was far more to the Red Ranger than met the eye. And it shamed Ethan to realize that it was only now, when something was wrong, that he noticed that.
Clearing his throat, he tried again, "So, how'd you beat the White Ranger?" At Conner's confused and even more closed look, he again cursed his apparent inability to say anything right today, "I mean, he was gone by the time I got there, so I figured..."
Conner folded his arms across his chest and hunched down in his seat, "I didn't." At Ethan's confused, "Huh?", he repeated himself with a sharp bite to the end of each word, "I didn't." He sighed, "Mesagog and Zeltrax showed up and tried to make a deal with him. He wasn't interested, so he took off."
Smiling, Ethan freed up a hand to sock his friend in the shoulder, "So you fought off Mesagog and Zeltrax, instead?"
The Red Ranger hunched down even further in his seat as a blush raced up his neck and touched his cheeks, "Not exactly." Then he shut down, seeming to have nothing more to say.
Ethan started to panic. How the hell did Conner make this look so easy? If their positions had been reversed, Conner would have smiled that charming smile, said something clever -- or infernally stupid, if the situation called for it -- and the tension would have been broken. Or he'd have dropped an arm around his friend's shoulders, and turned that empathetic, "I care more about your well being than anything else in the world" look down at him and Ethan would have spilled the beans and been happy to do it. But it wasn't that easy. Everything Ethan tried to get the same result seemed to be backfiring in a tremendous way.
Ethan had about reached the point where he was ready to try telling knock-knock jokes to break the tension, when Conner seemed to snap out of it on his own. What he threw out was a lame attempt compared to what he was usually capable of, but Ethan was willing to forgive it under the circumstances. What he said was, "So did you do your homework, yet?"
Shaking his head, Ethan forced a smile onto his face, "You kidding me? When it came straight from our teacher's mouth that we should go out and have fun today? Hell, no."
Relieved beyond measure by Connor's answering chuckle, Ethan risked a glance out of the corner of his eye. The other boy had sat back up and was gazing out the window, "Yeah... me neither." He paused, then quietly added, "Doesn't seem fair, does it? I mean, we risk our lives, day in and day out to protect the Earth... we should at least be excused from homework once in a while."
Ethan snorted, "Yeah, that'd be the day. At least Dr. O cuts us some slack in that department."
"Yeah... and if Principal Randall ever found that out, he'd be out of a job before you could say 'Dino Thunder'," was Conner's answer.
As Ethan pulled up at Conner's house, he couldn't help but feel like a chance was slipping away. Reaching out a hand, he grabbed his friend's elbow. Conner froze, half-in and half-out of the car, to turn back and face him. Once he had the Red Ranger's attention, Ethan said, "If you need anything, just call me, OK? Even if it's just for someone to run to the store and get more Tiger Balm, OK?"
Conner's brown eyes locked with his far a moment before dropping, "OK, dude. I'll call if I need anything."
Feeling desperate at the sudden downturn of a conversation he'd only barely managed to fix, Ethan released Conner's elbow to sock him in the arm again, "Hey, man... nobody says 'Dude' anymore."
Conner tossed him a bone of a smile, but compared to the "stop traffic to stare at its brilliance" variety that he usually handed out like candy it was a pathetic effort at best. Without another word, Conner got out of the car and disappeared into his house. Watching as the Red Ranger limped stiffly up the walkway, Ethan vowed to watch his friend like a hawk -- whether he wanted him to or not.
Chibi... Silliness?
Conner: *whimper* I can see where this is going already...
Ethan: *twitch* You wanna clue me in? I'm having a hell of a time here.
Conner: *wince* Not really, no.
Eric: *hovers protectively over his twin* *glares down the fic author*
R-chan: *speculative glint as she starts looking for an icon that says, "My fandom has twins"*
Conner: *clutches at Eric's arm* Don't... don't do that. Just... really, don't do that.
Eric: *baffled* Why?
Conner: -.-;;; Just don't.
Zhane: *puts a hand on Eric's shoulder* You should listen to your brother. He's been paying attention... and I'm afraid he knows what he's talking about.
R-chan: *chuckling evilly to herself in the corner*
Jason: *wanders over to Zhane* What the hell is with her lately, anyway?
Zhane: *shudders* I have to confess... I don't care. I'm just glad I'm out of the line of fire.
Jason: O_O Amen to that, bro. Amen to that.
Eh-heh... Right... Moving on, now!
1) How the hell did Ethan end up my narrator? I mean, not that I don't like the guy, but really... he's my least favorite of all the lead characters in the series. *sweatdrop*
2) I'm sorry, Conner!!!! ;_; O_O
Still pondering if I can make this fit into the FMN universe or not. It's a pretty complete fic in and of itself, but... I like the FMN universe. O_o;;; Must ponder some more. *nodnod*
*wanders off to gorge on more PRDT for writing inspiration* Damned White Thunder Part 3 episode... this is all your fault!
"Shall I finish him, Master?" --Zeltrax, re: Connor (the Red Ranger)
"No, our new friend seems to have a fascination with the Red one." --Mesagog's response (the new friend would be the, then evil, White Ranger)
I'm sure you all see where this is going... *sweatdrop*
Ethan cursed as yet another Tyranno-drone jumped in front of his Raptor Cycle. He was losing precious time here. Though I'm sure that's the whole point, he thought. Firing his lasers, he took down the three barring his way and revved the engine to get past the others. Finally, he was going to get through! Urgency beat a throbbing staccato pulse just under his breastbone. He had to get past these goons and he had to do it quickly. Intuition was screaming at him that if he didn't get to the gorge fast enough, something would go horribly wrong.
As another five Tyranno-drones converged on the Cycle, Ethan vainly wished for Kira's Ptera-Scream. He didn't have time for this! When Dr. O had contacted Conner, the Red Ranger had already been in dire straits, his voice laced with panic as he asked for help. And as fast as a Raptor Cycle could travel, with this sudden interruption, it had already been almost 15 minutes. How much damage could the White Ranger do to his friend in that amount of time? Plenty.
With a feral roar, Ethan fired another barrage of lasers and ran the Cycle right over the top of the remaining drones. His heart continued beating that panicked rhythm: Hurry, hurry, hurry!
The remaining five minutes it took him to get to the site of Conner's communication seemed to take hours. Reaching it, however, was a dramatic anticlimax. He roared the Cycle right down into the gorge and dismounted near his fallen friend. There was no one else in sight -- no White Ranger, no Tyranno-drones... nothing. Crouching down by Conner's side, he put a worried hand on the other boy's shoulder, "Conner?"
For just a moment, when Conner didn't respond, he feared that the Red Ranger had been severely injured. He lay supine on the ground, breath coming in heaving gasps. Just when Ethan was ready to run back to the Cycle and call an ambulance, Conner weakly held out a hand for assistance to get up. The Blue Ranger slipped a hand under his friend's arm and slowly helped him up. The Red Ranger wavered for a moment once he had his feet back under him, but with a shaking hand gripping Ethan's shoulder, managed to stay upright. When he was a little more steady, he had only this to say, "Just so you know... good guys do not wear white."
Before he could think of any kind of response to that, they were both nearly knocked off their feet when the ground began shaking under them, subject to the force of a giant monster and a Megazord facing off just in front of them. Ethan caught Conner as he nearly fell, warning bells sounding in his head at his friend's continued unsteadiness. He must have taken a worse beating than I thought. Once again cursing the hordes of Tyranno-drones that had delayed his arrival, Ethan kept a supportive arm around the Red Ranger until the shaking stopped. Conner stepped away from him, eyes riveted on the fight, not even answering his friend's queries if he was all right. He didn't respond to anything, in fact, until Kira and Dr. O finally arrived.
Kira all but ran Conner down as she skidded to a stop, hands gripping the Red Ranger's arm to halt her forward momentum. Ethan braced himself to catch them both if they should fall, but Conner seemed to have regained his equilibrium and easily supported the Yellow Ranger's weight until she stepped away. Dr. O leaned around Ethan and said, in a light tone, "Sorry we're late."
Having been watching his friend closely for the last several minutes, Ethan might have been the only one that caught Conner's almost bitterly mumbled, "Day late and a dollar short." Before he could call attention to it, however, the ground shook again and they were all distracted by the extremely one-sided fight going on over their heads. When the White Ranger used the Stego-laser to obliterate the monster, Conner flinched back and commented, "Now that's gotta hurt." By the time they all got finished making similar comments, the moment had passed and the Red Ranger seemed to be back to normal. Uneasily, Ethan concluded that he must have imagined that bitter note in his friend's voice. Tucking that worry away, Ethan turned his eyes back to the site of the battleground. One thing was for certain, throwing the White Ranger into this mix was bound to make for a far more volatile situation.
When they reached the Dino Lair, Ethan's worrying kicked back into gear. Truthfully, he was a little shocked that Dr. O and Kira weren't showing more concern. Conner had battled the White Ranger on his own. Even with the new power upgrade, he could have been badly hurt -- still might be badly hurt. He watched closely as the Red Ranger demorphed. He was surprised to see that there wasn't a single bruise, not even a scratch, marring his skin. One thing he did notice, though... Conner was moving like an old man. That was when he understood. Oh... there were bruises, all right. They just weren't where anyone could see them.
As Hayley and Dr. O started picking apart the battle, Ethan couldn't help but notice that Conner had pulled away from them to hover in the corner of the lab. That just wasn't like him. Usually after a battle he was in what Kira and Ethan usually jokingly called "Super Red Mode" -- hyped up, completely energized and ready to take on a field of Tyranno-drones all by himself. Dr. O had laughed when he'd caught them using the phrase once, then verified that most Red Rangers he knew got that way after a battle, even the most serious-minded ones. So this hunched in silence was blatantly wrong. Why didn't anyone else notice?
Just when he was about to say something about it, Conner was suddenly right in between he and Kira, pelting Dr. O with questions about the new "Super Dino Mode" -- Kira snorted at the choice of phrasing. As they all agreed that new enhancements would be sincerely welcome, Conner's attitude again seemed to normalize. He practically bounced in place as he offered to go back to the warehouse district to get the Fossil Finder. When Dr. O declined the offer, Conner gave him one of his most dazzling smiles and said, "Thanks!" Ethan found himself wondering, again, if he was reading too much into it. Maybe his friend had just been caught off guard by the fact that he'd finally met his match in the White Ranger. Maybe the reality that they could really get hurt in these battles had finally sunk in. Whatever the case, he seemed to be back to normal.
As they left the Dino Lair, though, his face again took on a more serious cast than they were used to seeing. He muttered, "I still don't know if Trent's all right... I left a message..."
Kira smiled, "I'm sure he's fine."
As they headed out of the Dr. O's house, Kira offered them a jaunty wave as she hopped into her car and sped off. Ethan couldn't help but notice Conner's face falling at that. Of course, he'd come here straight from the battlefield -- he didn't have his car. Clapping a hand to his friend's shoulder, Ethan smiled, "Need a lift?"
With a sheepish grin, Conner laughed, "Yeah, I guess so. You don't mind?"
"Of course, I don't mind," he answered. He unlocked the car doors, then his eyes narrowed as he again noticed how stiffly Conner was moving as he maneuvered himself into the passenger seat, And maybe I'll be able to get some answers out of you on the drive back. For once, Ethan was glad Dr. O lived so far outside of town.
After they'd been on the road for a couple of minutes with Conner having nothing to contribute to the conversation, Ethan had had enough. He plunged in with, "Are you OK, man?" At Conner's startled look, he added, "You just seem like you're in some pain. Maybe we should take you to a doctor...?" As the Red Ranger's eyes shuttered, Ethan cursed, OK... wrong approach.
Hunching in on himself, Conner grumped, "I'm fine, Ethan. It's nothing a hot shower and some Tiger Balm won't fix."
The next few minutes passed in silence and Ethan started to sweat. He never realized how much they depended on Conner to be the talkative one of the group. It was so easy to take him for granted, to poke fun at his dumb jock attitude and to pretend he had nothing positive to contribute to the group other than his never-ending supply of energy and enthusiasm. To be fair... he and Kira never really gave him the opportunity to show anyone what else he could offer. He put up the "dumb jock womanizer" front like a shield against the world and that's all that most people saw when they looked at him. But of everyone, his best friends should know that wasn't the case. After all, as much as he professed his unintelligence, Ethan knew the other boy wasn't stupid. He was clever and insightful as a Ranger and he was at least a 'B' student. He couldn't have remained on the varsity soccer team if he wasn't -- school policy. And for all his supposed shallowness... who was the one who'd gone after Trent? Who was the one who'd continued to be worried hours after the fact? And he took their Rangering more seriously than any of the rest of them, except maybe Dr. O. No, there was far more to the Red Ranger than met the eye. And it shamed Ethan to realize that it was only now, when something was wrong, that he noticed that.
Clearing his throat, he tried again, "So, how'd you beat the White Ranger?" At Conner's confused and even more closed look, he again cursed his apparent inability to say anything right today, "I mean, he was gone by the time I got there, so I figured..."
Conner folded his arms across his chest and hunched down in his seat, "I didn't." At Ethan's confused, "Huh?", he repeated himself with a sharp bite to the end of each word, "I didn't." He sighed, "Mesagog and Zeltrax showed up and tried to make a deal with him. He wasn't interested, so he took off."
Smiling, Ethan freed up a hand to sock his friend in the shoulder, "So you fought off Mesagog and Zeltrax, instead?"
The Red Ranger hunched down even further in his seat as a blush raced up his neck and touched his cheeks, "Not exactly." Then he shut down, seeming to have nothing more to say.
Ethan started to panic. How the hell did Conner make this look so easy? If their positions had been reversed, Conner would have smiled that charming smile, said something clever -- or infernally stupid, if the situation called for it -- and the tension would have been broken. Or he'd have dropped an arm around his friend's shoulders, and turned that empathetic, "I care more about your well being than anything else in the world" look down at him and Ethan would have spilled the beans and been happy to do it. But it wasn't that easy. Everything Ethan tried to get the same result seemed to be backfiring in a tremendous way.
Ethan had about reached the point where he was ready to try telling knock-knock jokes to break the tension, when Conner seemed to snap out of it on his own. What he threw out was a lame attempt compared to what he was usually capable of, but Ethan was willing to forgive it under the circumstances. What he said was, "So did you do your homework, yet?"
Shaking his head, Ethan forced a smile onto his face, "You kidding me? When it came straight from our teacher's mouth that we should go out and have fun today? Hell, no."
Relieved beyond measure by Connor's answering chuckle, Ethan risked a glance out of the corner of his eye. The other boy had sat back up and was gazing out the window, "Yeah... me neither." He paused, then quietly added, "Doesn't seem fair, does it? I mean, we risk our lives, day in and day out to protect the Earth... we should at least be excused from homework once in a while."
Ethan snorted, "Yeah, that'd be the day. At least Dr. O cuts us some slack in that department."
"Yeah... and if Principal Randall ever found that out, he'd be out of a job before you could say 'Dino Thunder'," was Conner's answer.
As Ethan pulled up at Conner's house, he couldn't help but feel like a chance was slipping away. Reaching out a hand, he grabbed his friend's elbow. Conner froze, half-in and half-out of the car, to turn back and face him. Once he had the Red Ranger's attention, Ethan said, "If you need anything, just call me, OK? Even if it's just for someone to run to the store and get more Tiger Balm, OK?"
Conner's brown eyes locked with his far a moment before dropping, "OK, dude. I'll call if I need anything."
Feeling desperate at the sudden downturn of a conversation he'd only barely managed to fix, Ethan released Conner's elbow to sock him in the arm again, "Hey, man... nobody says 'Dude' anymore."
Conner tossed him a bone of a smile, but compared to the "stop traffic to stare at its brilliance" variety that he usually handed out like candy it was a pathetic effort at best. Without another word, Conner got out of the car and disappeared into his house. Watching as the Red Ranger limped stiffly up the walkway, Ethan vowed to watch his friend like a hawk -- whether he wanted him to or not.
Chibi... Silliness?
Conner: *whimper* I can see where this is going already...
Ethan: *twitch* You wanna clue me in? I'm having a hell of a time here.
Conner: *wince* Not really, no.
Eric: *hovers protectively over his twin* *glares down the fic author*
R-chan: *speculative glint as she starts looking for an icon that says, "My fandom has twins"*
Conner: *clutches at Eric's arm* Don't... don't do that. Just... really, don't do that.
Eric: *baffled* Why?
Conner: -.-;;; Just don't.
Zhane: *puts a hand on Eric's shoulder* You should listen to your brother. He's been paying attention... and I'm afraid he knows what he's talking about.
R-chan: *chuckling evilly to herself in the corner*
Jason: *wanders over to Zhane* What the hell is with her lately, anyway?
Zhane: *shudders* I have to confess... I don't care. I'm just glad I'm out of the line of fire.
Jason: O_O Amen to that, bro. Amen to that.
Eh-heh... Right... Moving on, now!
