SS: Peacock after stunned
Title: Peacock after Stunned
Word Count: 198
Rating: PG
Summary: Inara helps Mal with his wardrobe.
Author’s (OOC) Note: Sorry for the long time no fic thing. Promise will be better. Comments are love.
“YOU HAVE GOT T’BE KIDDIN’ ME!” he shouts pointing at the hideous piece of clothing that Inara held up for him. “I ain’t wearin’ that!”
Inara’s hands go to her hips. “Oh you big baby! It’s all the fashion on the core.”
“It’s horrendous and I ain’t wearin’ it!” he states crossing his arms. “Sides we ain’t in th’core.”
She rolls her eyes. “You want to make a good impression, don’t you? Isn’t that why you asked for my advice? Well, I advise you wear this!” she holds out the peacock feathered shirt. Teal and green glittering in the low light of the companion’s shuttle.
It’s a stare down. “I” Mal points to himself. “Ain’t wearing.” He points to the shirt. “that.”
Inara gives him a look. “Fine don’t get the job!”
“’Nara, I highly doubt that th’job counts on me wearin’ a getup that makes me look like poultry.”
“Peacocks are not chickens!”
“I NEVER SAID THEY WERE!”
“PUT ON THE DAMN SHIRT!”
“FINE! I WILL!”
He grabs the shirt from her hand and stomps out of her shuttle, leaving the companion in a stunned state for a moment before her face breaks out into a smile.
Word Count: 198
Rating: PG
Summary: Inara helps Mal with his wardrobe.
Author’s (OOC) Note: Sorry for the long time no fic thing. Promise will be better. Comments are love.
“YOU HAVE GOT T’BE KIDDIN’ ME!” he shouts pointing at the hideous piece of clothing that Inara held up for him. “I ain’t wearin’ that!”
Inara’s hands go to her hips. “Oh you big baby! It’s all the fashion on the core.”
“It’s horrendous and I ain’t wearin’ it!” he states crossing his arms. “Sides we ain’t in th’core.”
She rolls her eyes. “You want to make a good impression, don’t you? Isn’t that why you asked for my advice? Well, I advise you wear this!” she holds out the peacock feathered shirt. Teal and green glittering in the low light of the companion’s shuttle.
It’s a stare down. “I” Mal points to himself. “Ain’t wearing.” He points to the shirt. “that.”
Inara gives him a look. “Fine don’t get the job!”
“’Nara, I highly doubt that th’job counts on me wearin’ a getup that makes me look like poultry.”
“Peacocks are not chickens!”
“I NEVER SAID THEY WERE!”
“PUT ON THE DAMN SHIRT!”
“FINE! I WILL!”
He grabs the shirt from her hand and stomps out of her shuttle, leaving the companion in a stunned state for a moment before her face breaks out into a smile.