Gus/Shawn -- lolcats & go on a date with me -- PG-13.trascendenzaNovember 10 2009, 00:11:57 UTC
The Pilot of My Roflcopter, or, How to Get Into Burton Guster's Pants in 10 Days.
Day 1.
“Gus.” Pause. “Gus.” Pause. “Gus. Gus. Gus. Gus.”
“Shawn, I’m working.”
“You always say that and not once has it ever been true.”
“Shawn.”
“Okay, well, yes. It’s always been true. But you know what they say - all work and no play makes Gus an axe-murdering lunatic who kills his family.” Shawn put on a very sincere serious expression. “Think of little red rummy, Gus. Who’s going to protect him?”
Gus glared. “You are, because I’m coming after you first.”
Shawn shrugged. “Fair enough. So, lunch? They’re having a three-for-the-price-of-one special on Henry’s Habanero Hotdogs and I was thinking we could eat them until smoke comes out of our ears or we explode from the internal combustion, whichever comes first.” He’d ticked off two fingers thus far, but then held up one more. “Oh, or there is the third long shot yet tantalizing possibility that the peppers will be laced with super-power bestowing radiation that will turn us
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Juliet -- five things she's doodled -- G.trascendenzaNovember 11 2009, 02:06:50 UTC
Five Things She's Drawn.1. Cthulhu. She'd worked on that one for a few weeks, bringing out the green crayon every time she ate lunch alone. The tentacles were her favorite
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Day 1.
“Gus.” Pause. “Gus.” Pause. “Gus. Gus. Gus. Gus.”
“Shawn, I’m working.”
“You always say that and not once has it ever been true.”
“Shawn.”
“Okay, well, yes. It’s always been true. But you know what they say - all work and no play makes Gus an axe-murdering lunatic who kills his family.” Shawn put on a very sincere serious expression. “Think of little red rummy, Gus. Who’s going to protect him?”
Gus glared. “You are, because I’m coming after you first.”
Shawn shrugged. “Fair enough. So, lunch? They’re having a three-for-the-price-of-one special on Henry’s Habanero Hotdogs and I was thinking we could eat them until smoke comes out of our ears or we explode from the internal combustion, whichever comes first.” He’d ticked off two fingers thus far, but then held up one more. “Oh, or there is the third long shot yet tantalizing possibility that the peppers will be laced with super-power bestowing radiation that will turn us ( ... )
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