Saiyuki and HHG drabbles
For ladysisyphus:
The music was back. Right at the edge of his hearing, Sanzo could make out some sort of tune. It was annoyingly tantalizing and kept worming its way into his consciousness. Morons, he thought, directing vague ire at whoever was responsible. It was far worse than music he could properly hear. When he realised he'd been moving in time with it he grimaced and pulled the other sleeve off with deliberate gracelessness, flopping into bed.
*
In the other room, Hakkai sighed at the incessant tinny boom-shika-shika coming from the motel's cheap TV.
"Turn the porn off, Gojyo," he said long-sufferingly.
For shayheyred:
"If a Ravening Bugblatter Beast of Traal drank three Pan-Galactic Gargleblasters, how many ningis to the pu would the Beeblebrox Savings Bank of Betelgeuse V give on the third Sunday of the month?" Arthur read in a disbelieving voice. "Are you sure this is the sort of question they ask on the Galactic citizenship test, Ford?"
"The what? Oh -- yes. The citizenship test. Absolutely, Arthur," Ford grinned.
Arthur went back to his fruitless task, swearing as he saw the really stupid questions. Ford smiled genially and sipped his Jinn'n Tonecks. Humans were so gullible.
It was really rather sweet.
The music was back. Right at the edge of his hearing, Sanzo could make out some sort of tune. It was annoyingly tantalizing and kept worming its way into his consciousness. Morons, he thought, directing vague ire at whoever was responsible. It was far worse than music he could properly hear. When he realised he'd been moving in time with it he grimaced and pulled the other sleeve off with deliberate gracelessness, flopping into bed.
*
In the other room, Hakkai sighed at the incessant tinny boom-shika-shika coming from the motel's cheap TV.
"Turn the porn off, Gojyo," he said long-sufferingly.
For shayheyred:
"If a Ravening Bugblatter Beast of Traal drank three Pan-Galactic Gargleblasters, how many ningis to the pu would the Beeblebrox Savings Bank of Betelgeuse V give on the third Sunday of the month?" Arthur read in a disbelieving voice. "Are you sure this is the sort of question they ask on the Galactic citizenship test, Ford?"
"The what? Oh -- yes. The citizenship test. Absolutely, Arthur," Ford grinned.
Arthur went back to his fruitless task, swearing as he saw the really stupid questions. Ford smiled genially and sipped his Jinn'n Tonecks. Humans were so gullible.
It was really rather sweet.