Psych quadruple drabble: sweet, sweet pineapple
sweet, sweet pineapple [Psych, Gus, Shawn, G, 400 words, for livrelibre and serotonin_storm, prompts at the end.]
"This is unbeweibable!"
"What have you done now?" Gus does not like having his power-naps interrupted. It throws his entire productivity schedule out, and Shawn knows that.
"I'be noth bun anythin," Shawn insists.
Shawn is pouting. Shawn is making his best woeful, upset-toddler face. Shawn is going to be a pain in the neck until he's complained to his heart's content about whatever it is that's upsetting him. Which is probably related to the swollen tongue he's poking out at Gus.
"Put that thing away," Gus says unsympathetically. He doesn't want Shawn cooties. And he's still pissed at Shawn for stealing his car. Again. And returning it muddy. Gus had just waxed it too. Shawn has no respect for other people's property.
"No. Thu haf to lookth at it."
"I'm not looking at your tongue, Shawn. That is not in my job description."
"Noth even inth the besth fwiend desciption?" Shawn says sadly.
Urgh. Gus grimaces, but peers a little closer. Shawn's tongue looks disgusting. Red and puffy and it's a wonder Shawn can talk at all. "That's gross," Gus says.
"What tih it?"
Gus puts on his best doctor voice. It's half Doctor Cranston, his family doctor, and half Doug Ross, who Gus has secretly man-crushed on ever since the scene in the storm drain. "It's clearly an allergic reaction. Most likely to something you've eaten recently."
Shawn's woeful-toddler face morphs into real dismay. "No," he says with as much force as he can given his mouth is full of tongue.
Gus nods. "There's really no doubt. Classic symptoms."
Shawn sighs, a heavy, sad sigh, that would be more effective if his breath didn't whistle out the side of his mouth.
"So, what've you been eating?" Gus gets down to business. "Seafood, strawberries? Chocolate? Not those delicious cheesy fries from-"
"Worth," Shawn interrupts. "Mucth worth." He opens his desk draw and pulls out half a pineapple. "Pineappul," he says mournfully, and Gus thinks those might be real tears.
Gus holds out his hand, and Shawn passes the pineapple over and watches while Gus throws it in the trash.
Later, Gus will tell him about the disodium glucophylate he injected into the pineapple (harmless really, but causes temporary swelling of the tongue and lips and sometimes affects man parts too - Gus will discreetly watch to see if Shawn's walking oddly). But for now, he'll enjoy sweet, sweet pineapple-flavored revenge.
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Prompts were 'secret pineapple allergy' and 'unbelievable'.
Crossposted to DW and LJ - comments enabled at both.
"This is unbeweibable!"
"What have you done now?" Gus does not like having his power-naps interrupted. It throws his entire productivity schedule out, and Shawn knows that.
"I'be noth bun anythin," Shawn insists.
Shawn is pouting. Shawn is making his best woeful, upset-toddler face. Shawn is going to be a pain in the neck until he's complained to his heart's content about whatever it is that's upsetting him. Which is probably related to the swollen tongue he's poking out at Gus.
"Put that thing away," Gus says unsympathetically. He doesn't want Shawn cooties. And he's still pissed at Shawn for stealing his car. Again. And returning it muddy. Gus had just waxed it too. Shawn has no respect for other people's property.
"No. Thu haf to lookth at it."
"I'm not looking at your tongue, Shawn. That is not in my job description."
"Noth even inth the besth fwiend desciption?" Shawn says sadly.
Urgh. Gus grimaces, but peers a little closer. Shawn's tongue looks disgusting. Red and puffy and it's a wonder Shawn can talk at all. "That's gross," Gus says.
"What tih it?"
Gus puts on his best doctor voice. It's half Doctor Cranston, his family doctor, and half Doug Ross, who Gus has secretly man-crushed on ever since the scene in the storm drain. "It's clearly an allergic reaction. Most likely to something you've eaten recently."
Shawn's woeful-toddler face morphs into real dismay. "No," he says with as much force as he can given his mouth is full of tongue.
Gus nods. "There's really no doubt. Classic symptoms."
Shawn sighs, a heavy, sad sigh, that would be more effective if his breath didn't whistle out the side of his mouth.
"So, what've you been eating?" Gus gets down to business. "Seafood, strawberries? Chocolate? Not those delicious cheesy fries from-"
"Worth," Shawn interrupts. "Mucth worth." He opens his desk draw and pulls out half a pineapple. "Pineappul," he says mournfully, and Gus thinks those might be real tears.
Gus holds out his hand, and Shawn passes the pineapple over and watches while Gus throws it in the trash.
Later, Gus will tell him about the disodium glucophylate he injected into the pineapple (harmless really, but causes temporary swelling of the tongue and lips and sometimes affects man parts too - Gus will discreetly watch to see if Shawn's walking oddly). But for now, he'll enjoy sweet, sweet pineapple-flavored revenge.
//
Prompts were 'secret pineapple allergy' and 'unbelievable'.
Crossposted to DW and LJ - comments enabled at both.