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[Fic] KH/Katamari Damacy, "The Rolling Heart"
I AM GOING TO FANDOM HELL
but I am dragging![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nekokoban along because she encouraged me
... yeah. Somehow, horribly, beyond all decent sense, it turns out you can actually get these two cosmologies to play nice together for a little while. XD
Title: The Rolling Heart
Words: 142
Rating: G
Summary: He's not used to making worlds.
Sora had some doubts about all this.
For one thing, while it was true that he'd never given too much thought to what a world's heart would look like, he'd always sort of assumed it would look more or less the same as a person's, if a great deal larger; this thing looked like giant's candy, or like a demented cousin of Wakka's sports ball. And he was really skeptical about this whole idea of making worlds from scratch like this, and the notion that you even could come up with a world from scraps and layabouts.
But the night sky was looking a little fuller as they went, and the little palm-sized prince seemed almost pathetically grateful for his help, so Sora shrugged his shoulders and dubiously rolled along.
He just hoped he didn't roll up the gummi ship or something.
but I am dragging
nekokoban along because she encouraged me... yeah. Somehow, horribly, beyond all decent sense, it turns out you can actually get these two cosmologies to play nice together for a little while. XD
Title: The Rolling Heart
Words: 142
Rating: G
Summary: He's not used to making worlds.
Sora had some doubts about all this.
For one thing, while it was true that he'd never given too much thought to what a world's heart would look like, he'd always sort of assumed it would look more or less the same as a person's, if a great deal larger; this thing looked like giant's candy, or like a demented cousin of Wakka's sports ball. And he was really skeptical about this whole idea of making worlds from scratch like this, and the notion that you even could come up with a world from scraps and layabouts.
But the night sky was looking a little fuller as they went, and the little palm-sized prince seemed almost pathetically grateful for his help, so Sora shrugged his shoulders and dubiously rolled along.
He just hoped he didn't roll up the gummi ship or something.