Disclaimer: YST ain’ta mine. This is so short I’m not even sure it needs a disclaimer . . .

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“Tch. Honestly, Ryo . . .”

“Please? Please?”

“Why don’t you do it yourself?”

“Because you’re so much better at it! Please, Shin?”

“As if I could resist when you beg. All right. Don’t move.”

“I’ll try . . .”

“Why, Ryo! You’re not wearing any underwear!”

“uh . . . yeah . . .”

“Oh, don’t squirm. I guess it’s for the best. One less layer.”

“OW!”

“Well, I told you to stand still!”

“You pri-”

“Hush, I’m nearly done.”

“That hurt . . .”

“Please. You’ve taken harder blows from Shu in practice. There. All done.”

“Thanks!”

“Ooof! Really, Ryo, I don’t see why you wanted me to mend those shorts. They’re about ready to fall apart as it is . . .”

“So I can show you how much I appreciate it . . .”

“Ooooh. Very nice.”

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June 26, 2003

Author’s notes: Written in about 5 minutes, based on the thought that I needed to sew some patches on my jacket. Then Shin started prodding me. *grin*

© randi (K. Shepard), 2003