CHAOS THREAD

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"Rules!"

Put in a prompt!
Fill out other prompts / Can be with OCs, based on RP, etc.
Try to keep it drabblicious so 300 words or less (note: CC breaks this 24/7)
HAVE FUN!!

= Put a rating in the header if it's over PG13 for the squishy chibi moeblobs
- Mention what fandom/characters you're doing somewhere in advance too lol

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Prompt!

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Where have all the staplers gone? What happened to the paperclips? The ballpoint pens are gone again! The sticky pads have lost their stick...

Re: Prompt!

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Fandom: Lupin III
Rating: ? PG-13 ish?
Word Count: :T how does I bother putting it into a word count with my 50 tabs open oops I should get rid of some my bad.

Zenigata scowled at his desk. Who would steal office supplies from an officer's desk? It was beyond petty, it was beyond foolhardy, it was beyond--

"LUPIN!!!!!!!!!" he roared, slamming on the desk, and fervently looking around the thief.

Everyone else had gone home, since it was just a daytime office for InterPol only, rather than a normal police office. He was grateful to have his own office.... until now.

"Guess again, Koichi-kun~!" a voice purred, slinking out from behind the doorway snapping the stapler a couple of times in her hand.

"Fujiko..." his eyes flattened.

There were a few ways to play this. Throwing her out on her arse was the first one that jumped to mind, but she'd be back, if she was determined enough. She always was. He could just sit back in his chair and ignore her, hoping she'd go away if she didn't get what she wanted, but there were good odds she'd escalate if he did. He could also just ask but it was 50/50 whether she'd lie and obfuscate to distract him, or actually tell him.

He settled for leaning back in his chair, kicking his feet up, and checking to see if she'd disabled the cameras or not. Careful, not reckless. "There's easier ways to get my attention," he rumbled quietly, checking his service revolver in the desk.

Fujiko slinked up behind him, sliding deft fingers down the back of his ear and neck, over his chest, playing with the tie, hugging him, and nuzzling an ear.

The most dangerous of all.

"Are there?" she purred quietly in his ear, managing to get just the right amount of pout into his tone, that even as he closed his eyes, he couldn't shake the mental image of.

"You've been so hard to get a hold of lately!"