P.I.X.A.L. huffed and stroked the Lightning Chicken while moodily slumping against the remains of her original Prototype 1, the first car she had helped Nya build. As she stewed in her favorite hiding spot, she wondered WHY the Ninja couldn't just READ THE INSTRUCTION MANUAL before rushing off! It would save so much time and effort on repairs and re-FREAKING BUILDS, and--- but before she could complete her furious train of thought, Zane sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulders.
"What is wrong P.I.X.A.L.?" he asked, his blue eyes full of concern.
P.I.X.A.L. blew her top and began a rant, exploding about her creations and how no one listened to her and how NO ONE TOOK CARE OF THEM and it is Monday and life is not fair but WHY CAN IT NEVER BE UNFAIR IN HER FAVOR and---
The Lightning Chicken fled, leaving Zane alone for the tirade.
Zane recognized this type of rant, and he had a hypothesis, so (possibly unwisely) taking his fuming girlfriend's hands, he asked a simple question, "P.I.X.A.L., is it that week?"
Bursting into tears, P.I.X.A.L. nodded as she cried into his shoulder, "I am so sorry, I did not mean to yell at you and, and...""I understand, and I have an idea- perhaps we could go see if the kitchen is free, and make cookies... does chocolate have any appeal to you this week?" Zane said as he dried her tears and hugged her.
P.I.X.A.L. managed a smile, "I would enjoy that, Zane... any time with you appeals to me."
Written for a prompt with a 10 sentence limit!! So...HAHA 10 SENTENCES!!! I had to condense it a LOT. Compound-complex sentences RULE!!!
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Ninjago Ships
FanfictionLoads of cotton candy-sweetness, tooth-rotting fluff, and some general angst. Requests are open! I don't do lemons or cursing, but I accept challenges, prompts, etc. Tag me in a comment for a request!
