FIC: Bored (Weiß Kreuz for tamensei)
Title: Bored
Requested by: tamensei here
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Crawford x Schuldig
Rating: PG
Keywords: dessert, lemon, feather
I’m bored.
Get over it, the meetings only going to last another thirty minutes and then we can go home.
Five minutes passed before Schuldig tried again, But I’m hungry...and bored.
Crawford sighed across the link, glaring at the redhead as he did so.
Promise me dinner.
Fine, as soon as we get out of here I’ll buy you dinner. Now will you shut up?
And dessert?
And dessert. He glanced around the room bothered by Schuldig’s continuous interruptions into his thoughts. Nothing was to happen, as far as could he could foretell but it didn’t mean either of them should let down their guard. Sloppy work resulted in the wrong people dying--or at least them dying off of his schedule.
I don’t want anything cheap.
No surprise there, Crawford thought. You never do.
Crawford...
Damn what was going through the telepath’s head? What? Schuldig I am trying to pay attention to what is going on here. It’s only another fifteen minutes--can’t you wait until then?
But I’m bored.
I could give one of them a coronary, that would be a lot of fun.
He wasn’t even going to reply to that. Someone was acting the spoiled brat and the best thing to do was to ignore him. An image formed in his mind and he paused for a moment to determine if it was a vision or if the annoying bastard across the room was sending it--either way it was interesting. I think you’ll have more fun once we leave; it’s only five more minutes. By the way, you wouldn’t happen to own a feather boa now would you?
It was Schuldig’s turn to offer the odd look back toward Crawford. No.
Remind me to pick one up on the way home then, yellow, lemon yellow. Oh look, meeting’s over...didn’t I promise you dinner? Dessert is definitely taking place at home, my room.
Can we just skip dinner then?
That was the smartest thing you’ve said all night.
Requested by: tamensei here
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Crawford x Schuldig
Rating: PG
Keywords: dessert, lemon, feather
I’m bored.
Get over it, the meetings only going to last another thirty minutes and then we can go home.
Five minutes passed before Schuldig tried again, But I’m hungry...and bored.
Crawford sighed across the link, glaring at the redhead as he did so.
Promise me dinner.
Fine, as soon as we get out of here I’ll buy you dinner. Now will you shut up?
And dessert?
And dessert. He glanced around the room bothered by Schuldig’s continuous interruptions into his thoughts. Nothing was to happen, as far as could he could foretell but it didn’t mean either of them should let down their guard. Sloppy work resulted in the wrong people dying--or at least them dying off of his schedule.
I don’t want anything cheap.
No surprise there, Crawford thought. You never do.
Crawford...
Damn what was going through the telepath’s head? What? Schuldig I am trying to pay attention to what is going on here. It’s only another fifteen minutes--can’t you wait until then?
But I’m bored.
I could give one of them a coronary, that would be a lot of fun.
He wasn’t even going to reply to that. Someone was acting the spoiled brat and the best thing to do was to ignore him. An image formed in his mind and he paused for a moment to determine if it was a vision or if the annoying bastard across the room was sending it--either way it was interesting. I think you’ll have more fun once we leave; it’s only five more minutes. By the way, you wouldn’t happen to own a feather boa now would you?
It was Schuldig’s turn to offer the odd look back toward Crawford. No.
Remind me to pick one up on the way home then, yellow, lemon yellow. Oh look, meeting’s over...didn’t I promise you dinner? Dessert is definitely taking place at home, my room.
Can we just skip dinner then?
That was the smartest thing you’ve said all night.