Cloud Gazing For Beginners
Author: emocezi
Title: Cloud Gazing For Beginners.
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 209
Disclaimer: I do not own The Losers nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N:So I was talking to bookstorequeer about what Jensen and Cougar would find during a cloud gazing session. My boys are dorkfish of epic proportions.
This is also dedicated to bookstorequeer because she's having a shitty night.
“That one looks like the Deathstar.”
“No.”
“It does so. Look, look at where I'm pointing.”
“Doesn't. Looks like headsplatter.”
“Heh, that's what she said. I guess so. It looked like the Deathstar before. Now it's the Deathstar after Luke blew it up.”
“Your face.”
“Awwww. I'm so proud. You actually used that joke in the proper context this time.”
“Callar.” (shut up)
“Okay that one, and you can't even say it doesn't look like it. That one looks like an X-wing rebel fighter.”
“Doesn't.”
“Oh mi Gawd Cougar, yes it does.”
“No. Looks like a tripod with a SR-25.”
“That cumulus cloud formation is a god damned rebel fighter.”
“SR-25.”
“I hate you sometimes.....ahahahaha, that one looks like a cock.”
“No.”
“Are you serious right now. Yes it does.”
“Doesn't. What are you doing?”
“I'm showing you.”
“Let go of my belt.”
“No. Jesus, is your zipper made of titanium alloy? It's like a fucking chastity belt.”
“JenSEN.”
“What? Okay, seriously. That cloud. Looks like a cock.”
“No.”
“It does so.”
“Prove it.”
“Mmmmmmmph.”
“....Don't talk with your mouth full.”
Title: Cloud Gazing For Beginners.
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 209
Disclaimer: I do not own The Losers nor do I make a profit from this work of fiction.
A/N:So I was talking to bookstorequeer about what Jensen and Cougar would find during a cloud gazing session. My boys are dorkfish of epic proportions.
This is also dedicated to bookstorequeer because she's having a shitty night.
“That one looks like the Deathstar.”
“No.”
“It does so. Look, look at where I'm pointing.”
“Doesn't. Looks like headsplatter.”
“Heh, that's what she said. I guess so. It looked like the Deathstar before. Now it's the Deathstar after Luke blew it up.”
“Your face.”
“Awwww. I'm so proud. You actually used that joke in the proper context this time.”
“Callar.” (shut up)
“Okay that one, and you can't even say it doesn't look like it. That one looks like an X-wing rebel fighter.”
“Doesn't.”
“Oh mi Gawd Cougar, yes it does.”
“No. Looks like a tripod with a SR-25.”
“That cumulus cloud formation is a god damned rebel fighter.”
“SR-25.”
“I hate you sometimes.....ahahahaha, that one looks like a cock.”
“No.”
“Are you serious right now. Yes it does.”
“Doesn't. What are you doing?”
“I'm showing you.”
“Let go of my belt.”
“No. Jesus, is your zipper made of titanium alloy? It's like a fucking chastity belt.”
“JenSEN.”
“What? Okay, seriously. That cloud. Looks like a cock.”
“No.”
“It does so.”
“Prove it.”
“Mmmmmmmph.”
“....Don't talk with your mouth full.”