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You're a mean one

Dec 18, 2009 22:45

WHO: Wu and Orson
WHERE: Fisting House
WHEN: Tonight?
WARNINGS: None Kissing. Adorable, saccharine kissing.
SUMMARY: All heroes in the City liked Christmas a lot ( Read more... )

† orson randall | iron fist, † wu ao-shi | iron fist, *in progress

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honorindeath December 19 2009, 04:00:01 UTC

He's sitting in a mockery of the lotus position, back slouched, legs folded, and a half-empty beer bottle resting on his thigh. Orson arches his eyebrow and shrugs, universal language for 'yeah, so?'.

"//Not possible,//" he replies briskly, capping the thought with a swig of beer. "//He is powered by sunshine and good will toward men. He could use some toughening up.//"

It's only half a joke. He feels that Wu should understand his position, being his elder and all.

lady_fister December 19 2009, 04:09:24 UTC

Wu snorts and stands over him, hands on her hips and eyebrow raised.

"//For some reason, I feel that you are exaggerating. Elsewise, he wouldn't need to eat nearly as much as he does.//"

She understads his position... but also feels like he's being unnecessarily grumpy.

"//I thought that this period of the year was for cheer and joy and peace among men?//"

honorindeath December 19 2009, 04:31:05 UTC

Orson rolls his eyes when she parrots the words of some translated Christmas carol at him, finishing off his beer.

"//Not my religion or my home,//" he says, a little more tightly than he meant to. It's needling-sharp jabs at weak points of his that Wu doesn't even know exist. "//I don't feel the need to indulge when it's nothing but a reason for buying and buying and buying. Parents buy the love of their shallow children. This time---//" And now he point to Wu, almost in rebuke. "//---is not ours.//"

lady_fister December 19 2009, 04:44:31 UTC

Wu almost gets angry when Orson starts scolding her for going native.

"//As far as I know, my time is whatever time I am living.//"

She snips at him archly, but then Wu reminds herself that she's supposed to be cheering Orson up, not emasculating him for the nth time this week. In that frame of mind, she sighs and rolls her eyes, muttering up at the heavens, "//The things I do to keep the peace...//"

In one smooth movement, Wu takes the beer from Orson's hand and slides into his lap. Settled, she stretches her legs out across the sofa and reaches behind her to deposit the bottle on the coffee table, just out of Orson's reach. With her other hand, she taps Orson on the nose, deceptively cheerful in demeanour.

"//So. I think you and I need to have a talk about your general disposition, oh grumpy one.//"

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