IT Crowd
Fandom: IT Crowd
Title: Scurvy Goth
Character(s): Richmond; OC (Nigel: the burly northerner from PR)
Rating: PG
Word count: 225
Summary: Richmond at home with scurvy. That's it really.
Disclaimer: This is not mine. I don't own anything (except Nigel, but he's based on Julian Barratt who I certainly don't own. He belongs to Noel Fielding Julia Davies himself)
Author's notes: I didn't write a fic for last week's episode because I fell asleep at half nine by accident. I hadn't slept in two days and was a very sleepy bunny. Here it is now, I hope you'll excuse the lateness.
He'd always been pale, even before he was a goth. Nobody noticed when he stopped bothering with white foundation when his skin became to chalky to need it. When the whites of his eyes started yellowing, people thought that he was wearing some kind of lenses. The bloody gums, that had been the point that he'd realised something was seriously wrong. Apparently man could not live on Absinthe and rice cakes alone, without something giving eventually.
He didn't remember to eat a lot of the time, sometimes going days before realising that he was hungry. He looked down at his plate of potatoes, carrots and chicken breast. Nigel walked in the door with a glass of water.
“Sodding scurvy, Richmond. You are aware what century we're in?” he dropped a vitamin c tablet into the glass, “Why not get the black plague while you're at it?”
Richmond smiled weakly and poked his carrots suspiciously. The tall northern PR man, who'd appointed himself as his nurse, sighed loudly and took the fork from him.
“You have to eat it, or you won't get better and you'll die a hideous death,” he said patiently.
Richmond appeared to be weighing up his options, when a forkful of carrots was thrust under his nose.
“And I'll never sleep with you again.”
He opened his mouth.
Title: Scurvy Goth
Character(s): Richmond; OC (Nigel: the burly northerner from PR)
Rating: PG
Word count: 225
Summary: Richmond at home with scurvy. That's it really.
Disclaimer: This is not mine. I don't own anything (except Nigel, but he's based on Julian Barratt who I certainly don't own. He belongs to Noel Fielding Julia Davies himself)
Author's notes: I didn't write a fic for last week's episode because I fell asleep at half nine by accident. I hadn't slept in two days and was a very sleepy bunny. Here it is now, I hope you'll excuse the lateness.
He'd always been pale, even before he was a goth. Nobody noticed when he stopped bothering with white foundation when his skin became to chalky to need it. When the whites of his eyes started yellowing, people thought that he was wearing some kind of lenses. The bloody gums, that had been the point that he'd realised something was seriously wrong. Apparently man could not live on Absinthe and rice cakes alone, without something giving eventually.
He didn't remember to eat a lot of the time, sometimes going days before realising that he was hungry. He looked down at his plate of potatoes, carrots and chicken breast. Nigel walked in the door with a glass of water.
“Sodding scurvy, Richmond. You are aware what century we're in?” he dropped a vitamin c tablet into the glass, “Why not get the black plague while you're at it?”
Richmond smiled weakly and poked his carrots suspiciously. The tall northern PR man, who'd appointed himself as his nurse, sighed loudly and took the fork from him.
“You have to eat it, or you won't get better and you'll die a hideous death,” he said patiently.
Richmond appeared to be weighing up his options, when a forkful of carrots was thrust under his nose.
“And I'll never sleep with you again.”
He opened his mouth.