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"This will never work," Isfet said in a muffled grumble, adjusting the weight on his shoulders with a grimace. "How did you talk me into this?" he said, then wobbled precariously. "Shut up," Layla hissed, wishing she had a mirror. At the sudden jostling, she reached to and grabbed Isfet's head, which was currently between her legs as she sat on his shoulders. "Just shut up and let me do the talking." Hopefully no one would notice the somewhat odd 'super mutant' sneaking around.
Fanfic: She wasn't sure what to expect. It was her birthday, she was leaving soon, and the last few times she'd gone to the ruined office building he hadn't been there so she'd been helping herself to some of his books. Why not do it again? Take some things as a 'happy birthday' to herself? But no, it seemed that the building was pretty much... well gone. Oh well, it wasn't like there was anyone there to bother anymore anyways.
Fanfic meme: They hadn't seen each other for ages, which was what brought the child out into the open that day. The hot Mojave sun beat down from above, and sweat pooled and poured down his flesh, but turning back seemed ridiculous now. The closer he drew, the more his heart sank--it was empty, with no sign of the Fiend. He was just about to give up when a glint of something in the dirt caught his eye. Gautier knelt, picking up the package of cakes that had clearly been left behind by someone.
