Teeny Ficlet: Something About Hats (G)
Title: Something About Hats
Rating: G (:O!)
Pairing: Not even. Bill and Leonard. And Zachary, sort of.
Notes/Summary: screamlet asked me to write 'something. with. hats', so that is what this is. Of hats, and Spock's fashion sense. I'm posting this because it entertains me greatly to have the first fic of 2010 be this.
"I don't get it," Bill said, turning the item round and round in his hands. "I mean, what - what is it for, actually?"
Leonard glanced at him sidelong, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you being wilfully stupid, or is this completely genuine ignorance?" He reached over, extricated the knit article from Bill's grip, and shook it out. "It's a gift. From Zachary. For Christmas."
Bill frowned, still attempting to process. "Yes," he said, slowly. "I get that. I got that part. Since it arrived all wrapped in Christmas paper and was signed 'love Zachary' (which, by the way, I'm not sure I like). But - " he laid a hand on Leonard's wrist, and squeezed " - what the hell does it do? As in, what is the point of it?"
For a long moment, Leonard simply stared. Then he picked up the gift slowly, holding Bill's eyes as if to signal that this was a demonstration, and set it on his head. "It's a hat, Billy," he explained, as to a backward child. "To wear. To keep my head warm."
Bill surveyed it. It looked like some sort of unwieldy rainbow-knit condom, as perhaps worn by a giant and then drunkenly removed by a posse of Klingons.
"Well," he said eventually, "It looks fucking ridiculous. Just so you know."
Leonard frowned. "It does not! It's cool. This is what all the kids are wearing these days."
"That's what you said about that pink satin suit, if I remember rightly," Bill pointed out. "And the lilac striped shirt with matching pimp hat, and those white - I mean, seriously, white? - shoes." He leaned back against the arm of the sofa and reached a long arm for the box of pralines he had set down earlier on the floor. "I don't understand why all Spocks apparently have to have fashion sense from hell."
Leonard had now affected something that could only be called a pout. He frowned at the pralines. "I bet Chris Pine gets fat," he put in lamely, after a minute.
"Good on him," Bill said, popping a praline unconcernedly into his mouth. "Now take that damn hat off."
Leonard scowled, and made a number of protesting sounds, but the hat did, eventually, come off, through a combination of much laughing and pleading from Bill, and the judicious application of pralines to the situation. When Leonard found the item neatly tucked over the teapot a little later in the day, he decided it would be in the best interests of diplomacy to leave it there.
Besides, it did look kind of cosy.
Rating: G (:O!)
Pairing: Not even. Bill and Leonard. And Zachary, sort of.
Notes/Summary: screamlet asked me to write 'something. with. hats', so that is what this is. Of hats, and Spock's fashion sense. I'm posting this because it entertains me greatly to have the first fic of 2010 be this.
"I don't get it," Bill said, turning the item round and round in his hands. "I mean, what - what is it for, actually?"
Leonard glanced at him sidelong, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you being wilfully stupid, or is this completely genuine ignorance?" He reached over, extricated the knit article from Bill's grip, and shook it out. "It's a gift. From Zachary. For Christmas."
Bill frowned, still attempting to process. "Yes," he said, slowly. "I get that. I got that part. Since it arrived all wrapped in Christmas paper and was signed 'love Zachary' (which, by the way, I'm not sure I like). But - " he laid a hand on Leonard's wrist, and squeezed " - what the hell does it do? As in, what is the point of it?"
For a long moment, Leonard simply stared. Then he picked up the gift slowly, holding Bill's eyes as if to signal that this was a demonstration, and set it on his head. "It's a hat, Billy," he explained, as to a backward child. "To wear. To keep my head warm."
Bill surveyed it. It looked like some sort of unwieldy rainbow-knit condom, as perhaps worn by a giant and then drunkenly removed by a posse of Klingons.
"Well," he said eventually, "It looks fucking ridiculous. Just so you know."
Leonard frowned. "It does not! It's cool. This is what all the kids are wearing these days."
"That's what you said about that pink satin suit, if I remember rightly," Bill pointed out. "And the lilac striped shirt with matching pimp hat, and those white - I mean, seriously, white? - shoes." He leaned back against the arm of the sofa and reached a long arm for the box of pralines he had set down earlier on the floor. "I don't understand why all Spocks apparently have to have fashion sense from hell."
Leonard had now affected something that could only be called a pout. He frowned at the pralines. "I bet Chris Pine gets fat," he put in lamely, after a minute.
"Good on him," Bill said, popping a praline unconcernedly into his mouth. "Now take that damn hat off."
Leonard scowled, and made a number of protesting sounds, but the hat did, eventually, come off, through a combination of much laughing and pleading from Bill, and the judicious application of pralines to the situation. When Leonard found the item neatly tucked over the teapot a little later in the day, he decided it would be in the best interests of diplomacy to leave it there.
Besides, it did look kind of cosy.