Re: La-lalala-la-lala-la-la!head_psychicDecember 16 2007, 20:09:41 UTC
"No."
"But-"
"I'm not doing it."
Shawn pointed above his head, his whole face turning into one big pout. "But!"
"Spencer..." Lassiter growled, annoyance creeping into his voice. "This is a crime scene."
"It's tradition! You're breaking tradition, Lassy-face! Can you hear it snap like dry wood? Crrrrrcckkchhhh..." Shawn put his hands together and started to wring thin air. "Crrrrrchkchhchhchh, oh my God, you are squeezing the life out of it! It is bleeding rosiny tears! It... sticks!"
Lassiter roughly grabbed the flailing hands and pushed them down. "Will you cut that crap! I know exactly what you're trying to do." The detective leaned in close, squinting at Shawn before he realized that this invasion of personal space wasn't exactly against the psychic's plans. He straightened up again. "And it's not going to work."
"You are such a coward. What's the dealio, Lassy? 'tis the season!"
"Spencer..."
"What, you didn't brush your teeth this morning? Got herpes? Halitosis?"
"You're not getting to me with your- whoa!" Lassiter
( ... )
Part 1/2head_psychicDecember 16 2007, 20:46:14 UTC
The rest of the night had been quiet and nice. Gus had driven his parents home, had stopped for a nice cup of cocoa and finally some warm Christmas feelings of togetherness. It was really late when he finally got home and parked the car. The fact of his newly improved and respected adulthood had made him politely decline the offer to spend the rest of the night in his old room - he still had a point to prove here. His mother had beamed at him, telling him to drive carefully and his father had given him a look of undisguised pride as they shook hands once more, accompanied by a hearty, man-to-man "Merry Christmas" and "We hear you
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Re: Part 2/2head_psychicDecember 16 2007, 20:46:52 UTC
Gus' eyebrows shot up but he grinned a little at the boyish excitement of his friend and curiously unwrapped the package. "What's this?" He pulled out the thick, heavy, leather-bound album and frowned
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Shawn watched his breath condensate in front of his face and tried to kill time by trying to shape it. He pulled different faces and scrunched up his nose, determined to produce fake smoke rings but it wasn't cold enough and the small clouds simply dissolved into the December air
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He had been waiting outside, bouncing on his heels, watching the different colors of countless Christmas lights reflecting on his hands and clothes.
"Shawn?"
"Detective O'Hara!" He beamed at her. "Merry Christmas!"
"What are you doing out here? It's getting cold!"
Shawn smiled briefly at the genuine concern and shrugged, bouncing a little more. "Ah, you know. Just the usual stuff. Walking the streets, following some random psychic leads... I rescued a puppy."
"You did? That's... great, Shawn." She looked at him for a moment, trying to figure out what he was doing here and then remembered how rude that was, given the observation she just made. "Oh, I'm sorry! Do you want to come in?"
"Ah... no." He shook his head. "It's been a long day and I gotta head back to my pop soon, it's just, we had this little disagreement about the eggnog and then I explained to him in a very calm and grown-up voice: Dad? Let us not becloud the merry days of Christmas warmth and gathering with crude and premature disputes!Juliet blinked
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I already said in IM but going to say again, this was perfect! It was that great balance of awkward and yet that lingering worry that they shouldn't be doing this PLUS he said "I rescued a puppy!" Angel is smiling in my head HEEE!
"Shawn. I'm sorry, I think you overestimate the chances of sueing a cornflakes company for a missing prize."
"It's not the prize. It's the expectation that is crushed, the souls of thousands of disappointed kids." Shawn pouted, presenting her the empty box he was stubbornly clinging to.
"Listen, just because they forgot to put it in there once..."
"Oh, I've been through this before. That I can live with. This is not the issue here, because there was a prize in there."
Claire looked at him. "Then what am I listening to?"
"The howling of shattered dreams of the youth! They announced there would be special Christmas prizes! I have already worked my way through fifteen boxes and still, even though they printed it right here, they're still the same things that were in there during the last year! They shamelessly use the name of Christmas to lure parents with their wailing children into buying their product and then they stab the children in the heart with the dagger of broken promises! And it
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"But-"
"I'm not doing it."
Shawn pointed above his head, his whole face turning into one big pout. "But!"
"Spencer..." Lassiter growled, annoyance creeping into his voice. "This is a crime scene."
"It's tradition! You're breaking tradition, Lassy-face! Can you hear it snap like dry wood? Crrrrrcckkchhhh..." Shawn put his hands together and started to wring thin air. "Crrrrrchkchhchhchh, oh my God, you are squeezing the life out of it! It is bleeding rosiny tears! It... sticks!"
Lassiter roughly grabbed the flailing hands and pushed them down. "Will you cut that crap! I know exactly what you're trying to do." The detective leaned in close, squinting at Shawn before he realized that this invasion of personal space wasn't exactly against the psychic's plans. He straightened up again. "And it's not going to work."
"You are such a coward. What's the dealio, Lassy? 'tis the season!"
"Spencer..."
"What, you didn't brush your teeth this morning? Got herpes? Halitosis?"
"You're not getting to me with your- whoa!" Lassiter ( ... )
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It would have been more impressive had I spelled it correctly!
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Quick, Lassy, we have to kiss to make up for it!"
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"Shawn?"
"Detective O'Hara!" He beamed at her. "Merry Christmas!"
"What are you doing out here? It's getting cold!"
Shawn smiled briefly at the genuine concern and shrugged, bouncing a little more. "Ah, you know. Just the usual stuff. Walking the streets, following some random psychic leads... I rescued a puppy."
"You did? That's... great, Shawn." She looked at him for a moment, trying to figure out what he was doing here and then remembered how rude that was, given the observation she just made. "Oh, I'm sorry! Do you want to come in?"
"Ah... no." He shook his head. "It's been a long day and I gotta head back to my pop soon, it's just, we had this little disagreement about the eggnog and then I explained to him in a very calm and grown-up voice: Dad? Let us not becloud the merry days of Christmas warmth and gathering with crude and premature disputes!Juliet blinked ( ... )
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"Please, it's Shawn."
"Shawn. I'm sorry, I think you overestimate the chances of sueing a cornflakes company for a missing prize."
"It's not the prize. It's the expectation that is crushed, the souls of thousands of disappointed kids." Shawn pouted, presenting her the empty box he was stubbornly clinging to.
"Listen, just because they forgot to put it in there once..."
"Oh, I've been through this before. That I can live with. This is not the issue here, because there was a prize in there."
Claire looked at him. "Then what am I listening to?"
"The howling of shattered dreams of the youth! They announced there would be special Christmas prizes! I have already worked my way through fifteen boxes and still, even though they printed it right here, they're still the same things that were in there during the last year! They shamelessly use the name of Christmas to lure parents with their wailing children into buying their product and then they stab the children in the heart with the dagger of broken promises! And it ( ... )
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