OOC: 5+1 meme

[areyoulovers]

Comment with a 5 + 1 list and I'll write a little drabble about it! Include the name of the characters, the ship (if applicable), and a general rating to go along with it.

Itsuki, Tamaki, Nena, Rise, Sheryl, Mileina! Feel free to... rerequest stuff I never got to the first couple times around, sob.

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"Kid, why don't you just marry him already?"

Mileina, having paused for breath in her list of Amazing Things Mr. Erde Did Today, stared at Michael across the mess hall table, eyes wide. "Mr. Trinity, his heart is already spoken for!" she said in a stern voice. He rolled his eyes and dug into his tray of food as she continued. "Besides, Mr. Erde is like... an uncle, or a big brother! And..."

"Let me guess," he interrupted. "You're going to go off about one of those other brats you run around with and how you're gonna marry them and... hell if I know, wear a big princess dress full of frilly shi-- stuff or something."

Now she just looked confused. "I am?"

"Aren't you running around with what's-his-face? Dipshit junior?"

"Mr. Trinity, I see Papa coming!" Michael looked over his shoulder and then pretended he didn't as she continued. "Are you asking me if I have a crush on anyone?"

"Sure. Whatever." Frankly, he'd been joking from the start, but sure, she could go off about whatever pink sparkly shit hung around in her head. Might say something that he could really piss Ian off with.

She swung her legs, still too short to reach the floor, and sipped milk through a straw as she thought. "Well, people have romantic eph-- epiphanies when they realize they're in love with someone. Their stomach goes all funny and they can't breathe and they start writing poems! And I'm happy when I play with my friends but if I was in love with someone I would know straight away, it would be very dramatic! So I don't think so, Mr. Trinity. Oh, I hope you're not offended, though!"

"Takes more than that, kid." He rested his elbows on the table, sensing a golden opportunity. "Hey, you know, I think I saw what's-her-face, pink hair, writing something earlier. Looked like a poem to me. Had lines and shit. Go bug her about it for three or four hours, okay?"

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