It was the undignified squawk and pitiful whining that had Heero looking up from his grimoire.
"Heero! Heero, he's got me again! Get him off!"
Sometimes, Heero wondered why he had conjured a 22nd level demon familiar from the depths of Hell to be his servant -- weren't they supposed to be powerful and worldly and not quite so cheerful? -- but as Heero watched Duo trying to yank his braid from the jaws of his beagle, Wing, for the fifth time today, he decided that maybe the summoning was one of the best things he'd ever done.
Your grocery adventure sounds amazing. ♥ Also, am I supposed to just tell you a synopsis of a story I've read, and then you write it based on the clues?
It wasn't an adventure, it was more of a trial. And nope! It's more like... you mention to me a fic you think I should write, like I've written it already. Like...
"LOLZ that fic where Sora, Riku and Ri get sunburned!"
"The Fat Man is really not gonna give me anything this year after this."
"... maybe you should stop calling Santa 'The Fat Man' and he'd take you off the Naughty List, Ri."
"Pfff... whatever. I don't mind being on the Naughty List if it means I can kiss you again. Is it a double strike to be making out outside of a church? I guess I'm fucked for next year, too."
Hanging your head over a toilet bowl and puking your guts out was an extreme novelty, but one that Heero was quite sure he never wanted to experience again; apparently all of the 'modifications' he had received from Doctor J to boost his immunity, strength and health did not take alcohol-fueled drinking games into account. What was worse was that Heero's normally impeccable memory seemed to be full of holes, gaps in time that were blank, or filled with situations that possibly couldn't have happened because there was no way Wufei would let anyone take bodyshots off of his bare stomach.
Heero was interrupted from his musings and retching when a cool hand helped push back his sweaty hair, another offering a glass of water to rinse his mouth out with. Maybe Heero was hallucinating again due to the alcohol, because there was no way Duo would look at him with that patient expression on his face, or say those words.
"Tell me ya love me again, maybe when you're not puking. It's not all that romantic, ya know?"
LOLZ! Consider this a Christmas present then. Though, I think you might be the only person to say that reading about Heero puking his guts up is a 'pleasure'. XD;;
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"Heero! Heero, he's got me again! Get him off!"
Sometimes, Heero wondered why he had conjured a 22nd level demon familiar from the depths of Hell to be his servant -- weren't they supposed to be powerful and worldly and not quite so cheerful? -- but as Heero watched Duo trying to yank his braid from the jaws of his beagle, Wing, for the fifth time today, he decided that maybe the summoning was one of the best things he'd ever done.
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"LOLZ that fic where Sora, Riku and Ri get sunburned!"
And then I write a bit of it.
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"... maybe you should stop calling Santa 'The Fat Man' and he'd take you off the Naughty List, Ri."
"Pfff... whatever. I don't mind being on the Naughty List if it means I can kiss you again. Is it a double strike to be making out outside of a church? I guess I'm fucked for next year, too."
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Heero was interrupted from his musings and retching when a cool hand helped push back his sweaty hair, another offering a glass of water to rinse his mouth out with. Maybe Heero was hallucinating again due to the alcohol, because there was no way Duo would look at him with that patient expression on his face, or say those words.
"Tell me ya love me again, maybe when you're not puking. It's not all that romantic, ya know?"
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I'm feeling like I got the one thing I wanted for Christmas: more GW fic to read. Life is good. :-)
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