Prompt 39: Taste
Title: Taste
Author: Fireness
Beta: None
Characters (Pairings): Reid, Morgan, mention of Garcia (None)
Rating: FRC
Warning(s): Reid's taste/Garcia's revenge, OoCness (Morgan being a fashionista? WTH?)
Spoilers: None
Summary: "Reid, you’re wearing a Hawaiian shirt."
Word Count: 242.
Author’s Notes: Not my best piece, but still fairly amusing. I've lost my Morganness; what I need to do is arrange my own little CM marathon in order to recapture his voice and mannerisms. Well, no, what I really need to do is catch up on homework and stop procrastinating.
Disclaimer: The voice inside my head keeps telling me I own Criminal Minds; unfortunately it also tells me that the sky is green, and that there are Hobbits living in my refrigerator.
Prompt 39: Taste (Morgan and Reid)
“Reid, what is that?”
Glancing down. “One hundred percent cotton, I believe.”
Morgan glares at him. “Funny, genius. I mean, what the hell are you wearing?”
“Shirt and pants, same as usual.” He tosses his bag in the general direction of his desk, walks past it without slowing down, muttering something about deargodwhereisthecaffeine. Morgan follows, unrelenting.
“Reid, you’re wearing a Hawaiian shirt.”
“If you already knew, why did you have to ask?” Not waiting for an answer, “Did you know that every year in Hawaii they have what is called -”
“No, I didn’t, and no, I don’t want to. Why exactly are you wearing that hideous thing?”
Reid considers the mug before him - adds one more spoonful of sugar, just to be safe - and shrugs. “Why not.”
Morgan can only shake his head in despair. “You have no taste in fashion at all. I can tolerate the polka dots, and the plaid, and the sweater vests that don’t match anything and should never see the light of day ever, but this-” he gestures vaguely at the coffee-drinking-train-wreak before him- “this is just going too far. You’ve left me with no choice, man. I’m going to have to bring out the big guns on this one.”
Raising his eyebrow, “And that would be…?”
“I’mma get Garcia to take you to the mall.”
“Hmm. I think you’re not gonna wanna do that.”
“Oh, and why is that?”
“She bought this shirt for me.”
Author: Fireness
Beta: None
Characters (Pairings): Reid, Morgan, mention of Garcia (None)
Rating: FRC
Warning(s): Reid's taste/Garcia's revenge, OoCness (Morgan being a fashionista? WTH?)
Spoilers: None
Summary: "Reid, you’re wearing a Hawaiian shirt."
Word Count: 242.
Author’s Notes: Not my best piece, but still fairly amusing. I've lost my Morganness; what I need to do is arrange my own little CM marathon in order to recapture his voice and mannerisms. Well, no, what I really need to do is catch up on homework and stop procrastinating.
Disclaimer: The voice inside my head keeps telling me I own Criminal Minds; unfortunately it also tells me that the sky is green, and that there are Hobbits living in my refrigerator.
Prompt 39: Taste (Morgan and Reid)
“Reid, what is that?”
Glancing down. “One hundred percent cotton, I believe.”
Morgan glares at him. “Funny, genius. I mean, what the hell are you wearing?”
“Shirt and pants, same as usual.” He tosses his bag in the general direction of his desk, walks past it without slowing down, muttering something about deargodwhereisthecaffeine. Morgan follows, unrelenting.
“Reid, you’re wearing a Hawaiian shirt.”
“If you already knew, why did you have to ask?” Not waiting for an answer, “Did you know that every year in Hawaii they have what is called -”
“No, I didn’t, and no, I don’t want to. Why exactly are you wearing that hideous thing?”
Reid considers the mug before him - adds one more spoonful of sugar, just to be safe - and shrugs. “Why not.”
Morgan can only shake his head in despair. “You have no taste in fashion at all. I can tolerate the polka dots, and the plaid, and the sweater vests that don’t match anything and should never see the light of day ever, but this-” he gestures vaguely at the coffee-drinking-train-wreak before him- “this is just going too far. You’ve left me with no choice, man. I’m going to have to bring out the big guns on this one.”
Raising his eyebrow, “And that would be…?”
“I’mma get Garcia to take you to the mall.”
“Hmm. I think you’re not gonna wanna do that.”
“Oh, and why is that?”
“She bought this shirt for me.”