oh happenings!
Firstly, Happy Belated Birthday to hungry_worm! I'm sorry I missed it dear and hope it was a good one!
Secondly, and because it amuses me muchly, I created for an RPG a character that's the reincarnated soul of J.R.R. Tolkien. What is this character like? He's a hippie stoner! Makes sense, right?! I know! It explains the nature love to much.
Thirdly....I really hate science class. Really.
Fourthly, songs quoted in fic can be found here and here. Pretty much two of my fav songs. Nyah =3
Title: Ringtones
Fandom: Weiss
Pairings: the usual Brad/Schu established loff.
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Alas.
AN: Well, I was wondering…
Summary: In which Crawford loses a phone and invites Chaos.
Crawford paused mid-step and patted his shirt pocket twice. Then his pants pocket.
Then his other pants pocket.
The other back pockets.
A complete side-sweep of his body followed these motions, front to back included along the way.
Schuldig watched all of this from the couch, amused, with eyebrows raised high. “What’s the matter, Brad? Don’t I satisfy you anymore?
The oracle looked at the redhead with a carefully blank expression.
“You know,” Schuldig sighed, making a very suggestive hand motion. “Get it?”
The stare continued. A slow blink might have counted as an answer.
“Funny? No? Fine, you suck.”
“I misplaced my phone,” Crawford said, ignoring the rest of the conversation with a practiced ease.
Schuldig perked up immediately. “You? Lost your phone?!”
“No, I mis-”
“Lost your phone,” the German repeated with force. He tsked. “That’s mighty irresponsible of you, Crawford.”
Schuldig rarely had the opportunity to throw the oracle’s words back at him. But when he did, it was ever so sweet.
Indulging the older man, he asked, “Where did you have it last? Before you lost it, I mean.”
Crawford glared, glasses flashing. The other’s suspected that that was the sole reason why their leader never opted for contacts. “I won’t dignify that question with an answer. Could you just stop being…you for a second and help me retrieve it?”
“Help you what?”
A deep sigh. “Help me find my lost phone.”
The telepath stood with a toss of his hair. “There, that wasn’t too hard, was it?”
Crawford grimaced. “Actually…”
“Besides, it’s a problem easily fixed,” Schuldig drawled on, pulling out his own cell phone. The Totoro key ring swinging from its side was vaguely worrying and not a little disturbing. “I’ll just call your cell and bam!”
Nimble fingers hit speed dial a moment before the Schwarz leader yelled “Wait a-”
From under a sofa cushion came a song.
// She's a Killer Queen
Got that agility
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime //
The two assassins froze.
“What?” Schuldig demanded.
“What?” was Crawford’s defense.
“What?!” was incredulous exclamation.
A stubborn “What?”
“I can’t believe that’s your ringtone for me!”
The American gave the impression of shrugging without actually doing so. “I thought it fit you fairly well, actually.”
Schuldig narrowed his eyes, caught between being affronted and having to agree.
“Whatever,” he conceded with a huff. “That must sound great when it goes off in a meeting. Remind me to call you more.”
“Schuldig…”
“How did that even end up on your phone?” the redhead snickered, waving his own phone at Crawford.
Insulted, Crawford grabbed said phone out of his hand with a growl. “Like your ringtones are any better.”
“Of course they are,” Schuldig drawled, even as he eyed the object in Brad’s possession with a nervous air. “Farf is Like a Prayer. Naggles is Dude Looks Like a Lady. And Kuduo’s is Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy.....err…I mean…”
“I’m not even going to ask why you have his number.” Crawford said is in such a way that Schuldig mentally added ‘harlot’ to the end of that sentence. It was touching, really. “Let’s see what mine is then, hmm?”
With a triumphant look, the oracle hit a button just as Schuldig made a frantic leap for the phone.
“Hey!”
// I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
She touched herself. She touched herself.
I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
I laughed myself to sleep. //
Schuldig laughed nervously and backed away as Brad turned an interesting absence of color.
“Now Brad…Funny, right? Hahaha-ACK!”
In his room, Nagi tuned out the sounds of fighting and other more nauseating actions, suddenly understanding why Schwarz went through so many phones and couches every year.
When his own phone went off, he turned an amused glance at Schuldig’s number. No doubt either a cry for help or an accidental fumbling.
“Dun dun dun dun,” he sang along before putting his headphones back on. “Another one bites the dust.”
Secondly, and because it amuses me muchly, I created for an RPG a character that's the reincarnated soul of J.R.R. Tolkien. What is this character like? He's a hippie stoner! Makes sense, right?! I know! It explains the nature love to much.
Thirdly....I really hate science class. Really.
Fourthly, songs quoted in fic can be found here and here. Pretty much two of my fav songs. Nyah =3
Title: Ringtones
Fandom: Weiss
Pairings: the usual Brad/Schu established loff.
Disclaimer: Still not mine. Alas.
AN: Well, I was wondering…
Summary: In which Crawford loses a phone and invites Chaos.
Crawford paused mid-step and patted his shirt pocket twice. Then his pants pocket.
Then his other pants pocket.
The other back pockets.
A complete side-sweep of his body followed these motions, front to back included along the way.
Schuldig watched all of this from the couch, amused, with eyebrows raised high. “What’s the matter, Brad? Don’t I satisfy you anymore?
The oracle looked at the redhead with a carefully blank expression.
“You know,” Schuldig sighed, making a very suggestive hand motion. “Get it?”
The stare continued. A slow blink might have counted as an answer.
“Funny? No? Fine, you suck.”
“I misplaced my phone,” Crawford said, ignoring the rest of the conversation with a practiced ease.
Schuldig perked up immediately. “You? Lost your phone?!”
“No, I mis-”
“Lost your phone,” the German repeated with force. He tsked. “That’s mighty irresponsible of you, Crawford.”
Schuldig rarely had the opportunity to throw the oracle’s words back at him. But when he did, it was ever so sweet.
Indulging the older man, he asked, “Where did you have it last? Before you lost it, I mean.”
Crawford glared, glasses flashing. The other’s suspected that that was the sole reason why their leader never opted for contacts. “I won’t dignify that question with an answer. Could you just stop being…you for a second and help me retrieve it?”
“Help you what?”
A deep sigh. “Help me find my lost phone.”
The telepath stood with a toss of his hair. “There, that wasn’t too hard, was it?”
Crawford grimaced. “Actually…”
“Besides, it’s a problem easily fixed,” Schuldig drawled on, pulling out his own cell phone. The Totoro key ring swinging from its side was vaguely worrying and not a little disturbing. “I’ll just call your cell and bam!”
Nimble fingers hit speed dial a moment before the Schwarz leader yelled “Wait a-”
From under a sofa cushion came a song.
// She's a Killer Queen
Got that agility
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime //
The two assassins froze.
“What?” Schuldig demanded.
“What?” was Crawford’s defense.
“What?!” was incredulous exclamation.
A stubborn “What?”
“I can’t believe that’s your ringtone for me!”
The American gave the impression of shrugging without actually doing so. “I thought it fit you fairly well, actually.”
Schuldig narrowed his eyes, caught between being affronted and having to agree.
“Whatever,” he conceded with a huff. “That must sound great when it goes off in a meeting. Remind me to call you more.”
“Schuldig…”
“How did that even end up on your phone?” the redhead snickered, waving his own phone at Crawford.
Insulted, Crawford grabbed said phone out of his hand with a growl. “Like your ringtones are any better.”
“Of course they are,” Schuldig drawled, even as he eyed the object in Brad’s possession with a nervous air. “Farf is Like a Prayer. Naggles is Dude Looks Like a Lady. And Kuduo’s is Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy.....err…I mean…”
“I’m not even going to ask why you have his number.” Crawford said is in such a way that Schuldig mentally added ‘harlot’ to the end of that sentence. It was touching, really. “Let’s see what mine is then, hmm?”
With a triumphant look, the oracle hit a button just as Schuldig made a frantic leap for the phone.
“Hey!”
// I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
She touched herself. She touched herself.
I called her on the phone and she touched herself.
I laughed myself to sleep. //
Schuldig laughed nervously and backed away as Brad turned an interesting absence of color.
“Now Brad…Funny, right? Hahaha-ACK!”
In his room, Nagi tuned out the sounds of fighting and other more nauseating actions, suddenly understanding why Schwarz went through so many phones and couches every year.
When his own phone went off, he turned an amused glance at Schuldig’s number. No doubt either a cry for help or an accidental fumbling.
“Dun dun dun dun,” he sang along before putting his headphones back on. “Another one bites the dust.”