You're a sour bottle baby girl WHO: Yako and Walter WHAT: A 100-word drabble. I, uh, felt like bandwagon-ing? :D I might try my hand at the big challenge too, though. WHERE: Walter's place WHEN: Anytime; possibly, this happens quite often. RATINGS: G
"Please?"
Walter looked into those huge, pleading globes and scowled. "I said no Dying Puppy Eyes."
"Please?"
A dying puppy would be easier to deal with, he decided. You just had to kick it enough times and, at some point, it would stop bothering you.
Nieces, however...
"I never ask you for anything!" Yako pouted and sat back on her heels.
Walter sighed in exasperation and stubbed out his cigarette. "You seriously want to that badly?"
Rosy lips curled as the girl scented blood in the water.
Five minutes later, his hair was being expertly twisted into a French braid.