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They had been drinking for god-knows how long when Vergil finally sputtered, coughed, and promptly threw up all over the table. "Jesus!" the tipsy half-demon roared, standing up, sensitive nose scrunched up in disgust. "What the fuck, man!" "I feel ill," Vergil informed Dante soberly, and tumbled to the floor. A groan emerged from the ground. "Verge," Dante peered down at his elder. "You're shitfaced." "Kill me," the fallen man pronounced morosely. "P-puh-please." His eyes closed in resignation. Stuttering, his drowsy mind muttered. You're stuttering. "We're not even on the thirtieth shot yet," Dante slurred, vaguely waving at the bar wh

Belarus leaned against the door, blue eyes wide, his breathing harsh and raggid. "GOD DAMMIT!" He screamed, slamming his fist against the wall, the sound echoing through the hall. He'd never really considered himself human; after all, humans could be remorsefull and happy, right? Such emotions had always seemed somewhat foolish to him. All he seemed to know was hatred and desire, and he'd always been fine with that. So then, why did he now have this tight, almost sufficating feeling in his heart? Sliding down the wood door, the Belarussian hit the floor with a dull thud, silent tears welling up in his eyes. His heart was acheing because, d

Pairing: Hiccup/Ruffnut Rating:T A Boy, a Bra and a Bet. "C'mon Hiccup, you got to do it! It's a dare!" "Jeez guys, I don't know. It looks very risky!" Poor Hiccup was once again caught between a wall and the high school's most fearful bullies, Snotlout and Tuffnut, who had cornered him outside the girls' locker room. "Do it Hiccup, don't be a wuss. There's no point in living if you don't get into a little trouble," said the   blond adrenaline junkie. "Yeah, getting yelled at by my father on a daily basis isn't enough for me, oh no, I have to get yelled at in his office too," said the red haired boy sarcastically Yes that's right, Hi