Filled - Jensen/Misha, broomcloset, first-kiss 1/3qthelightsJune 3 2010, 12:34:15 UTC
Jensen’s heading down the corridor of the empty production office, towards freedom, when Misha jogs up beside him.
“Hey.”
Misha nods non-committaly in response. Hands in his pockets, he keeps in step with Jensen.
“Something up?”
“Mhmm,” Misha hums.
Jensen refrains from rolling his eyes. There’s often little point with Misha. It’s like pulling teeth, and it’s gonna be, no matter how frustrated he gets. He tries again, “Care to elaborate?”
Misha sighs. It’s heavy and belabored, like Jensen is deliberately making his life just so hard. “I’m supposed to distract you.”
Jensen snorts, “You seem to be doing a fairly good job of it so far.”
Misha shakes his head, “Not good enough.”
Jensen’s about to ask from whom or what he’s meant to be distracted from when Misha grabs his wrist and pulls him sideways with a sharp jerk, yanks him into a broom closet off the main corridor. The door shuts behind them with a snip and plunges them into darkness. Very dark darkness
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Yay!! Thank you! It actually wasn't going to be the last line, I couldn't decide and originally had another thing after it that i kept adding and deleting and adding, but the comment limit cut it off and decided it for me so I figured it musta been fate and left it as is :)
“Hey.”
Misha nods non-committaly in response. Hands in his pockets, he keeps in step with Jensen.
“Something up?”
“Mhmm,” Misha hums.
Jensen refrains from rolling his eyes. There’s often little point with Misha. It’s like pulling teeth, and it’s gonna be, no matter how frustrated he gets. He tries again, “Care to elaborate?”
Misha sighs. It’s heavy and belabored, like Jensen is deliberately making his life just so hard. “I’m supposed to distract you.”
Jensen snorts, “You seem to be doing a fairly good job of it so far.”
Misha shakes his head, “Not good enough.”
Jensen’s about to ask from whom or what he’s meant to be distracted from when Misha grabs his wrist and pulls him sideways with a sharp jerk, yanks him into a broom closet off the main corridor. The door shuts behind them with a snip and plunges them into darkness. Very dark darkness ( ... )
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I WOULDN'T EAT HIS BRAINS.
brb lol forever
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(Er, the rest of the lines were pretty awesome too ;D)
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"Misha is humming what sounds like the Imperial March under his breath." - I WOULDN'T DOUBT IT!
Love the last line muchly! *wriggles*
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And Misha humming the Imperial March is a stroke of genius!
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