A/N: Hundred-word drabble. Implied Sado/Karin, because I can.

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"Preferences For Dying"

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It is noon on a Sunday and sunny. Sado sits on a curb with the parakeet- it needed air, he felt- and waits for something to happen. Something does.

Karin pre-empts a play-date to crouch next to the parakeet and talk to it about death while Sado watches silently. The bird replies with a tittering noise that sounds like laughter and ruffles its feathers. When Karin looks at Sado, he almost thinks she got something out of the exchange.

"Have you decided how you want to die yet?" she asks.

"This way would be okay," he answers with a shrug.

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: ende :

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. : it sure would be great to have a clock with no hands : .