Jayne Drabble
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: G
Words: 175
Warnings: Silliness
Summary: Jayne thinks about dinosaurs.
Jayne didn’t like those dinosaurs, no gorram way. He didn’t mind Wash so much - the man was good, anyways, and he kept Zoë nice’n distracted shipboard, so there wasn’t anyone other’n Mal tellin’ him what t’do all the time. But those dinosaurs weren’t good for nothin’, and it was damn hard to get a scary man discount over the vid screen with a toy sticking its nose in.
An’ the way they was sittin’ all over the console, just waitin’ to fall off next time they did a bit of rough flyin’. Downright distractin’ they was. Like now, when he was supposed to be listenin’ to Mal talk, and that one with the horns kept inchin’ towards his hand. He’d like ta pick it up and toss it across the room, he would.
It wasn’t even a tough dinosaur. He’d seen the way it always got et up by the tall one when Wash messed around with him. That bothered him. Gorram thing had horns, didn’ it? Why wouldn’ it stand up for itself?