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[littlemiki.livejournal.com]

Somewhere, there is a road. It is by a field. In that field, there is a leather tent.

In that field, also, there are some raptors. You've seen Jurassic Park? Those raptors.

Except that they're dead. Obviously dead. The word 'zombie' might be applied without being too insane.

And also in that field, in that tent, is Miki, who is sleeping peacefully and unaware of the zombie raptor doom about to wake him sharply.

UT-OHS.

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[blueisboring.livejournal.com]

The thing about Ai-Ling being so tiny and Miki being so big - she has to climb half way up him to kiss him properly, wrapping her legs around his waist comfortably.

But when she stops, she grins at him through tears of her own, then wipes his away.

All the sarcasm she needs is in her eyeroll.

[littlemiki.livejournal.com]

Miki tries to bite her nose, leaning back to counterbalance her weight on his hips.

"Hi, you."

[blueisboring.livejournal.com]

He nose is perfectly biteable, when she lets him, just before sinking her head against his shoulder.

"Missed you."

If she doesn't look at him it doesn't count as admitting weakness.

"Wanna go in the tent?"

[littlemiki.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Miki says, wrapping both arms around her and crushing her tight against him. "You, too. Don't know why, though."

He's already pushing through the long grass towards the tent, with no intention of putting her down.

Their voices fade into the rustling of the grass.

It's a perfect day.