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I wrote fic last night~ Figured I should upload it here 's well as on Brawl. Because I like spamming my work.
Title: Miscommunication
Rating: G-PG
Series: Hellsing
Characters: Pip and Seras
Pip was sitting in the kitchen enjoying a strong, early cup of coffee (early being relative, the clock on the wall had just struck three in the morning) when the door to the outside flew open, hitting the opposite wall with a bang that was surely loud enough to wake the whole house. In stomped Seras Victoria, soaked to the bone, her pale skin and normally sunny hair and uniform colored with flecks of mud and deep crimson stains.
Apparently the night’s job had been a messy one.
She paid Pip no mind and stalked across the kitchen towards the smaller refrigerator that held the blood packs that were Hellsing’s vampires’ nutrition. She didn’t even get halfway across the room before Pip, only partially out of curiosity, asked:
“What happened to you?”
Seras whipped her head around towards him, sending droplets of water flying from her tangled hair, and suddenly the Frenchman was grateful that looks couldn’t kill. Then she was walking again, this time grumbling under her breath about how some people just didn’t have tact, and how men didn’t get it (and would never get it), and honestly, she wouldn’t have laughed at him if he had come in looking like a drowned rat. She practically yanked the refrigerator’s door off its hinges, grabbed the first blood pack she lay her hands on, and turned to leave without sparing the man at the table a backwards glance.
Which, of course, made Pip wonder what he did wrong. He had thought she looked adorable.
Bonus picture~
...Spring Break's next week 8U
I still need to upload my moodtheme. Lolol.
Title: Miscommunication
Rating: G-PG
Series: Hellsing
Characters: Pip and Seras
Pip was sitting in the kitchen enjoying a strong, early cup of coffee (early being relative, the clock on the wall had just struck three in the morning) when the door to the outside flew open, hitting the opposite wall with a bang that was surely loud enough to wake the whole house. In stomped Seras Victoria, soaked to the bone, her pale skin and normally sunny hair and uniform colored with flecks of mud and deep crimson stains.
Apparently the night’s job had been a messy one.
She paid Pip no mind and stalked across the kitchen towards the smaller refrigerator that held the blood packs that were Hellsing’s vampires’ nutrition. She didn’t even get halfway across the room before Pip, only partially out of curiosity, asked:
“What happened to you?”
Seras whipped her head around towards him, sending droplets of water flying from her tangled hair, and suddenly the Frenchman was grateful that looks couldn’t kill. Then she was walking again, this time grumbling under her breath about how some people just didn’t have tact, and how men didn’t get it (and would never get it), and honestly, she wouldn’t have laughed at him if he had come in looking like a drowned rat. She practically yanked the refrigerator’s door off its hinges, grabbed the first blood pack she lay her hands on, and turned to leave without sparing the man at the table a backwards glance.
Which, of course, made Pip wonder what he did wrong. He had thought she looked adorable.
Bonus picture~
...Spring Break's next week 8U
I still need to upload my moodtheme. Lolol.