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It wasn't that Yuusuke had anything against zombies. He'd fought dozens and aside from a pretty gross tendency to squish when he punched them, they weren't any worse than any other monster. Well, the smell was pretty bad. But after fighting real zombies the ones in the movies just weren't as much fun as they had been. Yuusuke used to love watching people get their heads chewed off by the walking dead; nowadays he mostly watched zombie flicks for a laugh. Nothing that inaccurate could be scary. It'd be like watching a horror movie about killer goldfish. Who could seriously be scared by something like that?

On screen, someone was desperately trying to outrun a horde of ravening, screeching zombies, only to trip and fall. Yuusuke rolled his eyes as the horde descended upon her and began to feed. Zombies lurched. Hell, the mostly just swayed with some vague forward momentum. A man with two broken legs could outrun a real zombie.

He was bored, he decided as he took a sip of the beer sitting at his elbow. It had been sitting out too long, warm and flat and unpalatable, but he drank it anyway because he was pretty sure it was the last one in the house. He was bored and out of beer and the movie wasn't even bad enough to really be funny.

Maybe that's why, the next time Kuwabara tipped his head back to make a scathing comment about how stupid the motely band of heroes was, Yuusuke grabbed him by the hair, pulled his head back against the couch and shoved his tongue halfway down Kuwabara's throat.

He got decked for that one, but not, he noted smugly, for almost a full minute.