Our Comedies Are Not To Be Laughed At, Multiple Pairings
Our Comedies Are Not To Be Laughed At by
maleyka (R)
Lol. No words - too good.
They draw straws again ("Except for Mikey," Gerard bitches, "we wouldn't want him thinking he has to fuck Spencer into complacency."), but it doesn't work because they're in the cafeteria and everyone has grabbed extras just in case. The old rock-paper-scissors routine fails too, since Gabe is always throwing "cobra" and claiming it trumps anything. William pretends to stab Gabe's cobra with his scissors and Gabe makes horrible hissing sounds. Gerard has a headache.
"Look, why don't I just do it?" Bob has been dipping his nuggets in sauce and quietly participating in any childish decision game they throw his way, but he's starting to fear that duck-duck-goose or eeny-meeny-miny-moe are coming up, and he has to draw the line somewhere. He can drink legally for fuck's sake. "Seriously, I'm not afraid of Spencer. I'll just put my hand on his head and dodge the crotch-kicks."
"Bob Bryar," Brendon sighs dramatically. "I love you. Will you have my babies? It's cool if you won't, I can have yours. But somehow, we must pass our genes on together, Bob Bryar, for our children would rule the world."
maleyka (R)
Lol. No words - too good.
They draw straws again ("Except for Mikey," Gerard bitches, "we wouldn't want him thinking he has to fuck Spencer into complacency."), but it doesn't work because they're in the cafeteria and everyone has grabbed extras just in case. The old rock-paper-scissors routine fails too, since Gabe is always throwing "cobra" and claiming it trumps anything. William pretends to stab Gabe's cobra with his scissors and Gabe makes horrible hissing sounds. Gerard has a headache.
"Look, why don't I just do it?" Bob has been dipping his nuggets in sauce and quietly participating in any childish decision game they throw his way, but he's starting to fear that duck-duck-goose or eeny-meeny-miny-moe are coming up, and he has to draw the line somewhere. He can drink legally for fuck's sake. "Seriously, I'm not afraid of Spencer. I'll just put my hand on his head and dodge the crotch-kicks."
"Bob Bryar," Brendon sighs dramatically. "I love you. Will you have my babies? It's cool if you won't, I can have yours. But somehow, we must pass our genes on together, Bob Bryar, for our children would rule the world."