OhmFluke A Day II

12 October 2021

A Drabble Dump

Drabble 1

Ohm smiled as he held the bright heart-shaped balloon by the string in his hand. Kao and Boun stared at him, "What are you doing Ohm?"

He let go of the string and watched the balloon fly higher and higher with a smile, "I'm sending my love to Fluke. No matter how far apart we are, my love will surely reach him, right?"

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Drabble 2

One day, while Fluke was checking his mail, he found a letter from Ohm from America. He opened it only to find that it was empty. That night, he decided to call the other to find out if the letter had fallen out or if he'd forgotten to put it in before sending it. "Hello?"

"Noo! Did you get my letter?"

"Yes—"

"Do you like it? Did you feel happy when you opened it? Did it overflow?"

His brows furled, "What?"

"Crap! Don't tell me it leaked out!"

"Huh? What was it filled with?"

"It was filled with my love!"

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Drabble 3

Ohm looked around as he backed up with his gun. Suddenly, he bumped into someone and turned, ready to fire. "P'Ohm!"

The other blinked, "Noo?"

"...you shouldn't be here, I'm supposed to shoot you, right?"

He nodded, "I'm supposed to shoot you too."

Ohm frowned, "...I'll pretend I didn't see you alright? Go already."

"Thanks P'Ohm." Fluke smiled and nodded before getting up and stalking away, not before leaving a soft kiss on Ohm's cheeks.

In the end, they were both shot by Boun who went crazy with his paintball gun.

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Drabble 4

Ohm couldn't help but wonder how he was called explosive. He wasn't explosive; Boun was explosive, but not him. He looked over at the random staff member hugging Fluke and frowned, "Hey! You! Yeah you! Get away from him! He's mine!"

But then again, maybe he was a little explosive when it came to certain things.

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Drabble 5

"...what is this?"

Fluke looked down at his picture, it couldn't be that bad...could it? He looked over at Ohm, "What do you think it is?"

"It looks like a blob with a heart around it and...a face? And pants, really tight pants...are those fingers?"

Glaring at the taller man, he threw the book at him and stormed off with a scowl, "It was supposed to be you!"

—End—