Winter Work: humor
The little AU: Winter Work: Humor
slashfairy
PG
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Karl wakes up feeling better than he has in weeks. It's not the meds, he didn't start them yet. He may not. Kiwis aren't like Californians, he thinks, California, the land of the fruits, the nuts, and the flakes...
His thoughts toddle off into that middle distance between freshly-woken and coffee while he takes his shower, lets the dogs out and in, and retrieves his emails.
There's one that confuses him though. It looks like it should have come to his cell- it's from Vig's cell, but... Here it is in his email...
Heh. A download link, and six photos. Three not so bad, and three photos of him in long hair scowling.
Oh, what's he done now? Karl downloads the song, waiting to get the full hit of Viggo's midnight inspiration.
Chantilly Lace? What the...
As the song starts, he thinks to check his phone. Oh, no. Somehow, Vig's loaded the pictures into his own phone, and now they're the icons that come up on messages he sends to Karl. Which he has. The lines to the song.
I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna drown him in milk, just like he deserves, the big fruity, nutty flake!
Hello baby, yeah, this is the Big Bopper speaking
Oh you sweet thing
Do I what?
Will I what?
Oh baby you know what I like
Chantilly lace and a pretty face
And a pony tail hanging down
That wiggle in the walk and giggle in the talk
Makes the world go round
There ain't nothing in the world like a big eyed girl
That makes me act so funny, make me spend my money
Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose
Like a girl, oh baby that's what I like
What's that baby?
But, but, but, oh honey
But, oh baby you know what I like
What's that honey?
Pick you up at 8 and don't be late
But baby I ain't got no money honey
Oh alright baby you know what I like
The song tails off unheard as Karl stops focusing on how much he's blushing at both the effect of this insanity and his memories of various things those photos remind him of, when he sees that there's a voicemail too. That's also from Vig: Can't do it. Coming home for the weekend. Pick me up at eight. Don't be late, and the number of a flight into the small local airport from LAX.
Screw the lace, and screw the ponytails. I'm gonna screw you, you daft bugger, and then I'm going to make love to you, and then...Then I'm going to plot my revenge. Two can play this game. Karl realizes he's laughing as he scribbles a note for Henry's friend about the dogs, texts Orli to let him know, and grabs the scruffiest jacket and most worn tennies he can find, thankful that his hair's shortish and he's feeling fit.
The woman from the other day flashes through his mind, and he thinks Now that was a pretty face and a beautiful smile, before he grabs up the keys to his red Ducati bike and heads out.
ty pbm
previously: Neighbours
next: Dreams
slashfairy
PG
~~
Karl wakes up feeling better than he has in weeks. It's not the meds, he didn't start them yet. He may not. Kiwis aren't like Californians, he thinks, California, the land of the fruits, the nuts, and the flakes...
His thoughts toddle off into that middle distance between freshly-woken and coffee while he takes his shower, lets the dogs out and in, and retrieves his emails.
There's one that confuses him though. It looks like it should have come to his cell- it's from Vig's cell, but... Here it is in his email...
Heh. A download link, and six photos. Three not so bad, and three photos of him in long hair scowling.
Oh, what's he done now? Karl downloads the song, waiting to get the full hit of Viggo's midnight inspiration.
Chantilly Lace? What the...
As the song starts, he thinks to check his phone. Oh, no. Somehow, Vig's loaded the pictures into his own phone, and now they're the icons that come up on messages he sends to Karl. Which he has. The lines to the song.
I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna drown him in milk, just like he deserves, the big fruity, nutty flake!
Hello baby, yeah, this is the Big Bopper speaking
Oh you sweet thing
Do I what?
Will I what?
Oh baby you know what I like
Chantilly lace and a pretty face
And a pony tail hanging down
That wiggle in the walk and giggle in the talk
Makes the world go round
There ain't nothing in the world like a big eyed girl
That makes me act so funny, make me spend my money
Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose
Like a girl, oh baby that's what I like
What's that baby?
But, but, but, oh honey
But, oh baby you know what I like
What's that honey?
Pick you up at 8 and don't be late
But baby I ain't got no money honey
Oh alright baby you know what I like
The song tails off unheard as Karl stops focusing on how much he's blushing at both the effect of this insanity and his memories of various things those photos remind him of, when he sees that there's a voicemail too. That's also from Vig: Can't do it. Coming home for the weekend. Pick me up at eight. Don't be late, and the number of a flight into the small local airport from LAX.
Screw the lace, and screw the ponytails. I'm gonna screw you, you daft bugger, and then I'm going to make love to you, and then...Then I'm going to plot my revenge. Two can play this game. Karl realizes he's laughing as he scribbles a note for Henry's friend about the dogs, texts Orli to let him know, and grabs the scruffiest jacket and most worn tennies he can find, thankful that his hair's shortish and he's feeling fit.
The woman from the other day flashes through his mind, and he thinks Now that was a pretty face and a beautiful smile, before he grabs up the keys to his red Ducati bike and heads out.
ty pbm
previously: Neighbours
next: Dreams