BRAIN SMASH! Plus More Rayne.
RANT: BAH! I just spent about a floppity blu-million hours working on my fraking gorram chemistry. AND MY BRAIN WANTS TO EXPLODE. I think it just might actually. I'd planned to do a bit more work on my October Challenge piece (which is no longer a challenge piece, really), but I don't think I can. Hannah is tired. And a little bit dead. Her brain, at least. Blahr...
BUT!
My meager offering. (I NEED FLUFFY, RAYNE-Y, POSSIBLY SMUTTY AWESOMENESS!) Here 'tis:
Mal just nodded serenely and said, “Y’heard me.”
“Captain, I don’t think this is a good idea.” Simon looked over at Jayne skittishly, moving forward a little towards Mal. “Jayne has never been the most understanding of River, and what if he decides - “
“He ain’t gonna decide,” Mal said sternly, giving Jayne a piercing stare. The mercenary scowled and crossed his big arms petulantly over his chest. “He’s gonna do what I tell ‘im and take care o’ the girl jus’ long enough to get their guards down.”
“But Mal,” the large man whined. “Why I gotta do it? She don’t like me, an’ I sure as ruttin’ hell don’t like her. The only thing that’ll be distractin’ about is is when we get to arguin’ an’ she goes ape-shit on me.”
“Won’t happen,” River said, her expression and tone indicating she was more than a little incensed. “You are not the girl’s first choice, either, man-with-a-girl’s-name.”
“I done told you to stop that! Jus’ cause some girls got my name don’t mean it’s a ruttin’ girl’s name!”
“Girl’s name! Girl parts! Man-called-Jayne is no man at all!”
“Wha - Oh, that’s it, crazy, you ain’t getting’ away with that!”
“What will you do?” she asked archly. “Grunt at me?”
With a growl, Jayne sprinted towards her. River only let out a disdainful laugh and darted away from him.
The two ran in circles around the others. Mal sighed and let his head fall.
“Gorram it, you moonbrain! C’mere and let me pound you.”
“Such incentive! What people skills you have, ape-man.”
***
-ILB
I WILL FINISH TOMORROW OR I SHALL THROW MYSELF INTO A PIT OF DOOM. AND BY DOOM I MEAN SOFT, FUZZY BLANKETS OF GUILT. POSSIBLY. WELL, I'LL FINISH SOON.
BUT!
My meager offering. (I NEED FLUFFY, RAYNE-Y, POSSIBLY SMUTTY AWESOMENESS!) Here 'tis:
Mal just nodded serenely and said, “Y’heard me.”
“Captain, I don’t think this is a good idea.” Simon looked over at Jayne skittishly, moving forward a little towards Mal. “Jayne has never been the most understanding of River, and what if he decides - “
“He ain’t gonna decide,” Mal said sternly, giving Jayne a piercing stare. The mercenary scowled and crossed his big arms petulantly over his chest. “He’s gonna do what I tell ‘im and take care o’ the girl jus’ long enough to get their guards down.”
“But Mal,” the large man whined. “Why I gotta do it? She don’t like me, an’ I sure as ruttin’ hell don’t like her. The only thing that’ll be distractin’ about is is when we get to arguin’ an’ she goes ape-shit on me.”
“Won’t happen,” River said, her expression and tone indicating she was more than a little incensed. “You are not the girl’s first choice, either, man-with-a-girl’s-name.”
“I done told you to stop that! Jus’ cause some girls got my name don’t mean it’s a ruttin’ girl’s name!”
“Girl’s name! Girl parts! Man-called-Jayne is no man at all!”
“Wha - Oh, that’s it, crazy, you ain’t getting’ away with that!”
“What will you do?” she asked archly. “Grunt at me?”
With a growl, Jayne sprinted towards her. River only let out a disdainful laugh and darted away from him.
The two ran in circles around the others. Mal sighed and let his head fall.
“Gorram it, you moonbrain! C’mere and let me pound you.”
“Such incentive! What people skills you have, ape-man.”
***
-ILB
I WILL FINISH TOMORROW OR I SHALL THROW MYSELF INTO A PIT OF DOOM. AND BY DOOM I MEAN SOFT, FUZZY BLANKETS OF GUILT. POSSIBLY. WELL, I'LL FINISH SOON.