Fic: Dolls
"Never. Again."
Querl practically ripped the bow as he yanked it from his hair and tossed it to the floor. Kara followed behind, hair adorned with ribbons and hairclips. She watched her teammate remove accessory after accessory, littering the hall floors as they walked (stomped in Querl's case) towards the lab complex of Legion HQ. They'd taken the back way into HQ at Querl's behest, refusing to allow their teammates to see their atrocious appearance after returning from their disastrous mission on giants' world.
"C'mon, Brainy. Admit it." Kara smirked, flying higher so that she was floating next to Querl. "It was one giant little girl, and she only made us have a tea party..."
Querl scowled. "Being manhandled is not amusing, Supergirl."
Kara sighed. There he goes, using her codename and being formal. Boy is he fussy. She took a breath and tried to speak reason. She said, "So we got captured by the enemy's cute little daughter. So we were dressed up for a tea party. So she tried to make us eat mud pies. So--"
"Kara."
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
They made it to the lab complex, the doors sliding open, and Querl stomping in, heading for the large closet storing his extra uniforms. Kara followed inside, knowing that she had no spare uniform within the room, and that Querl was changing (but then, they didn't have too much issues with nudity in the 31st century) and he would want her to leave.
Querl noticed this, as he got his uniform's pants up to his waist. He scowled. "You can leave now."
Leaning forward, still floating, her glitter-covered dress shimmering under the light of the lab lamps, Kara grinned wickedly. "C'mon, Barbie, let's go party."
She received a pair of pink pants to the face for that comment.
Querl practically ripped the bow as he yanked it from his hair and tossed it to the floor. Kara followed behind, hair adorned with ribbons and hairclips. She watched her teammate remove accessory after accessory, littering the hall floors as they walked (stomped in Querl's case) towards the lab complex of Legion HQ. They'd taken the back way into HQ at Querl's behest, refusing to allow their teammates to see their atrocious appearance after returning from their disastrous mission on giants' world.
"C'mon, Brainy. Admit it." Kara smirked, flying higher so that she was floating next to Querl. "It was one giant little girl, and she only made us have a tea party..."
Querl scowled. "Being manhandled is not amusing, Supergirl."
Kara sighed. There he goes, using her codename and being formal. Boy is he fussy. She took a breath and tried to speak reason. She said, "So we got captured by the enemy's cute little daughter. So we were dressed up for a tea party. So she tried to make us eat mud pies. So--"
"Kara."
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
They made it to the lab complex, the doors sliding open, and Querl stomping in, heading for the large closet storing his extra uniforms. Kara followed inside, knowing that she had no spare uniform within the room, and that Querl was changing (but then, they didn't have too much issues with nudity in the 31st century) and he would want her to leave.
Querl noticed this, as he got his uniform's pants up to his waist. He scowled. "You can leave now."
Leaning forward, still floating, her glitter-covered dress shimmering under the light of the lab lamps, Kara grinned wickedly. "C'mon, Barbie, let's go party."
She received a pair of pink pants to the face for that comment.