Pity Party
Title: Pity Party
Author/Artist: fullmetal_cute
Pairing/Character/etc: Terry Guthrie, Mirah Guthrie
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Theme: 30. Close
Disclaimer: They’re mine all mine! Muwahahahaha!
Note: Another tale of Clan Guthrie from That Damn Mpreg.
Terry picked the picnic table furthest from the main cluster of cousins and siblings. He put his head on the table, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth. Blanche was showing off by making all the beer cold, and Lucy was manning the grill.
Terry absolutely hated family reunions.
“I promise not to pity your lame ass power if you promise not to pity my lack of powers.”
Terry opened his eyes, but looked down at his legs beneath the table instead of looking up. “Hi, Mirah.”
“Hi, Terry.”
He watched his cousin’s legs slide under the table and stared at them. There was a lot of tan skin on display. Terry finally looked up, only to be confronted by a turquoise tube top. “The hell?”
Mirah leaned forward a little, her elbows resting on the table. “The parents are too busy dealing with the madness that is Raia and Lucy to notice me. Beer me.”
“Your dad would kill me,” Terry replied. “Aren’t you a little old to be going through a rebellious stage?”
“Wearing shorts and drinking beer does not a rebellion make.”
“It does in your family. Seriously, cuz, what’s up?”
Mirah leaned back, inhaling and exhaling a few times. “If I can’t be special,” she said, “then I want to be like everyone else. You know?”
“Yeah.”
“So beer me.”
“Not on your life.”
Author/Artist: fullmetal_cute
Pairing/Character/etc: Terry Guthrie, Mirah Guthrie
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Theme: 30. Close
Disclaimer: They’re mine all mine! Muwahahahaha!
Note: Another tale of Clan Guthrie from That Damn Mpreg.
Terry picked the picnic table furthest from the main cluster of cousins and siblings. He put his head on the table, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth. Blanche was showing off by making all the beer cold, and Lucy was manning the grill.
Terry absolutely hated family reunions.
“I promise not to pity your lame ass power if you promise not to pity my lack of powers.”
Terry opened his eyes, but looked down at his legs beneath the table instead of looking up. “Hi, Mirah.”
“Hi, Terry.”
He watched his cousin’s legs slide under the table and stared at them. There was a lot of tan skin on display. Terry finally looked up, only to be confronted by a turquoise tube top. “The hell?”
Mirah leaned forward a little, her elbows resting on the table. “The parents are too busy dealing with the madness that is Raia and Lucy to notice me. Beer me.”
“Your dad would kill me,” Terry replied. “Aren’t you a little old to be going through a rebellious stage?”
“Wearing shorts and drinking beer does not a rebellion make.”
“It does in your family. Seriously, cuz, what’s up?”
Mirah leaned back, inhaling and exhaling a few times. “If I can’t be special,” she said, “then I want to be like everyone else. You know?”
“Yeah.”
“So beer me.”
“Not on your life.”