Fandom 25: Afro-Ken
[Title] Sometimes, You Need to Wash Your Life
[Fandom] Afro-Ken (plus an OC)
[Rating] PG-13
[Notes/Summary] Afro-Ken helps people get back on their feet, sometimes without them even realising.
It had been a shit night, and it didn't look like today would be any better. And she wanted a drink. If she didn't have a drink she was going to have to lie there and fucking think about what he'd said, and what she'd said, and how he was never coming back, and it all kept running in her mind and at least a drink would make it quieter.
There was nothing in the kitchen, but she'd sort of expected that, why the hell should she be given a break now? It was drizzling outside and if it wasn't for that she might've gone down to the off-license in last night's clothes but it was so cold and so she went back, to get a jumper or something, even though her hands were shaking and she needed it, she needed it now -
There was a dog with an afro sitting on the steps.
There was a dog with an afro. A big multi-coloured thing like one of those wigs you'd buy in a costume shop, like for a hen party or something.
It sat on the concrete and looked up at her and grinned in the way that dogs do. The rain was blowing in through the open lobby door and pitting on its fur. And its afro.
Oh god, she was hallucinating. That wasn't meant to happen, she wasn't crazy, she wasn't out of control or anything, she just really fucking wanted a drink, it wasn't fair, why was there a dog with an afro looking at her?
It moved a bit closer and smiled up at her. Kind of a nice smile, for a dog. And it was so long since anyone had bothered to smile at her, kindly, that all at once she found herself crying. Loud stupid sobs like she was still drunk (which maybe she was, that would explain a lot, really, maybe this was all a dream, everything that had happened last night and everything this morning, she didn't even like dogs much for god's sake -)
Her tears fell onto the dog's rainbow head, and the afro turned a sad, pale blue, and okay, that proved it, but funny, it almost didn't bother her, it was like the dog was crying for her or something, and it actually did look sadder. Like, sympathetic-sad and what was wrong with her, looking for sympathy from a hallucinatory dog?
She just stood there for a bit, crying, and the dog stood there with her. The noise wasn't even scaring it. Eventually, she stumbled back inside the flat, locked the door, wondered if the dog would suddenly appear in her bedroom. But it didn't. She scurried back into bed and hid her head under the covers and cried for no reason and even forgot about wanting a drink for a bit, she was so freaked out.
That was the beginning.
[Fandom] Afro-Ken (plus an OC)
[Rating] PG-13
[Notes/Summary] Afro-Ken helps people get back on their feet, sometimes without them even realising.
It had been a shit night, and it didn't look like today would be any better. And she wanted a drink. If she didn't have a drink she was going to have to lie there and fucking think about what he'd said, and what she'd said, and how he was never coming back, and it all kept running in her mind and at least a drink would make it quieter.
There was nothing in the kitchen, but she'd sort of expected that, why the hell should she be given a break now? It was drizzling outside and if it wasn't for that she might've gone down to the off-license in last night's clothes but it was so cold and so she went back, to get a jumper or something, even though her hands were shaking and she needed it, she needed it now -
There was a dog with an afro sitting on the steps.
There was a dog with an afro. A big multi-coloured thing like one of those wigs you'd buy in a costume shop, like for a hen party or something.
It sat on the concrete and looked up at her and grinned in the way that dogs do. The rain was blowing in through the open lobby door and pitting on its fur. And its afro.
Oh god, she was hallucinating. That wasn't meant to happen, she wasn't crazy, she wasn't out of control or anything, she just really fucking wanted a drink, it wasn't fair, why was there a dog with an afro looking at her?
It moved a bit closer and smiled up at her. Kind of a nice smile, for a dog. And it was so long since anyone had bothered to smile at her, kindly, that all at once she found herself crying. Loud stupid sobs like she was still drunk (which maybe she was, that would explain a lot, really, maybe this was all a dream, everything that had happened last night and everything this morning, she didn't even like dogs much for god's sake -)
Her tears fell onto the dog's rainbow head, and the afro turned a sad, pale blue, and okay, that proved it, but funny, it almost didn't bother her, it was like the dog was crying for her or something, and it actually did look sadder. Like, sympathetic-sad and what was wrong with her, looking for sympathy from a hallucinatory dog?
She just stood there for a bit, crying, and the dog stood there with her. The noise wasn't even scaring it. Eventually, she stumbled back inside the flat, locked the door, wondered if the dog would suddenly appear in her bedroom. But it didn't. She scurried back into bed and hid her head under the covers and cried for no reason and even forgot about wanting a drink for a bit, she was so freaked out.
That was the beginning.