As promised, fic as soon as I can breathe again. :p
“I am the terror that flaps in the night.”
Günter didn’t bother looking up from his book as a much too familiar phrase was being recited into his ear.
“I am the female actress that ruins your gay porn.”
Now, Günter thought was a good time to look up and glare at the Darkwing Duck maligner. Except, instead of seeing a flapping terror, all he saw was Antonio, making some waving arm movement and wearing what appears to be a purple sarong.
“I am Flamingly Gay Duck…Human…Doll!”
There was a lot that Günter could say, but the only thing that came to mind, however, was “That doesn’t even alliterate.”
“And I think you’re missing the point here,” Antonio answered back, pushing the fringes of his hair back in a head toss that should have looked dorky but only aptly apropos on Antonio.
“The point being…”
“Damn, this worked on Dr. Brishen.”
Ignoring the burning curiosity of how a purple sarong and inaccurate references of a 90’s cartoon work on Brishen, or from who this piece of questionable gossip came, Günter zeroed in on a small detail. “When did you start calling him doctor?”
“That is his title, is it not?” Antonio asked with a lofty air, and then ripped off the sarong to pilfer a seat from the easy chair Günter had been occupying. “I’m only observing his preferences.”
“He doesn’t have a preference.”
“Of course he does,” Antonio snapped back as he tried to read over Günter’s shoulder, the tip of his chin digging into his collarbone. “Just because he doesn’t tell you doesn’t mean he has no preference.”
“And you know this how?” Günter asked, but was too distracted by the little puffs of air that was tickling his ear to actually care about the answer.
“I know this, because I am insightful. Also, this translation of the Illiad is horrible.”
“I know,” Günter told him.
“Then why are you reading it,” Antonio bemoaned into his ear and making said ear ring.
“Because it’s important to see things from other people’s perspective.”
“You’re a lawyer, why do you need to see things from other people’s perspective?”
Günter turned to stare at his companion to see if Antonio was serious, but Antonio was merely paying half an attention to him and was already engrossed in the “horrible” translation. Rolling his eyes, although the effect was lost on Antonio, Günter went back to his reading.
“Whoa, frown face alert. What has our unshakeable Günter so indecisive?”
Günter looked up from where he’d been debating his shirt to see Tachi grinning at him upside-down from their shared bunk bed.
“I am required to go out,” Günter explained as he waved to the two shirt’s he had been looking at, “but I hope I can wear something inconspicuous to avoid attention. Which color do you think, white or buttercream?”
Tachi spared a moment of staring in incomprehension then bellowed at the top of his lungs, “Tooooonyyyyyyyyyyy~!”
Antonio appeared from seemingly nowhere, arms crossed and face cross, and admonished, “I’ve told you many times, my name is Antonio!”
Unrepentant, Tachi grinned and pointed at Günter, explaining, “Wardrobe crises,” then disappeared.
“Ah~, I see you have come to my expertise on the subject,” Antonio preened.
Günter asked, rather pained and patience dwindling, “Just tell me which color you think is more inconspicuous.”
“Why? Date with the boyfriend who got you on national TV?” Antonio’s face said the question was a rhetorical one and he was taking an unholy glee in the whole incident. National incident.
After a pause, where Günter tried to convey his pain in a silent but deadly gaze, Antonio continued, “Oh all right. I have the perfect disguise, wait here.” With that, Antonio strode out of the room and into his closet, where loud sounds of wooden things banging erupted as he searched.
20 minutes and 13 seconds later, Antonio emerged with what looked like the better half of a sheep and all the silk from the world in his arms.
“What is this?” Günter stared at the armful of what can only be questionably called clothing.
“This is our brilliant disguise,” Antonio told him patiently as he began wrapping Günter in layers of silk and wool and fur. A few minutes later, Antonio slapped a pair of sunglasses on his nose, right over his eyeglasses, and announced, “Done.”
Then, not waiting for an answer, Antonio push and pulled at Günter until they arrived in front of the large closet mirror and he asked, “There, don’t you look inconspicuous?”
“I look like an idiot,” Günter answered, staring at his reflection through tilted glasses. “I look like a sheep in a bathrobe that killed a coyote for its fur.”
“Exactly,” Antonio beamed as though all this was part of his brilliant plan. “If those paparazzi ever catch you and whatshisface—”
“Syn.”
“—right, him, doing the liplock, no one would suspect it was you. They’d think the boy turned to bestiality!”
“Antonio!”
However, Antonio was no longer listening to Günter’s distressed shout because the doorbell was ringing and he was, very quickly, face to face with a taken aback Syn.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t want the paparazzi recognizing me.”
Two fic for the price of one. And now I must rush off to lab.
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Fic the First
Date: 2008-09-27 10:08 am (UTC)“I am the terror that flaps in the night.”
Günter didn’t bother looking up from his book as a much too familiar phrase was being recited into his ear.
“I am the female actress that ruins your gay porn.”
Now, Günter thought was a good time to look up and glare at the Darkwing Duck maligner. Except, instead of seeing a flapping terror, all he saw was Antonio, making some waving arm movement and wearing what appears to be a purple sarong.
“I am Flamingly Gay Duck…Human…Doll!”
There was a lot that Günter could say, but the only thing that came to mind, however, was “That doesn’t even alliterate.”
“And I think you’re missing the point here,” Antonio answered back, pushing the fringes of his hair back in a head toss that should have looked dorky but only aptly apropos on Antonio.
“The point being…”
“Damn, this worked on Dr. Brishen.”
Ignoring the burning curiosity of how a purple sarong and inaccurate references of a 90’s cartoon work on Brishen, or from who this piece of questionable gossip came, Günter zeroed in on a small detail. “When did you start calling him doctor?”
“That is his title, is it not?” Antonio asked with a lofty air, and then ripped off the sarong to pilfer a seat from the easy chair Günter had been occupying. “I’m only observing his preferences.”
“He doesn’t have a preference.”
“Of course he does,” Antonio snapped back as he tried to read over Günter’s shoulder, the tip of his chin digging into his collarbone. “Just because he doesn’t tell you doesn’t mean he has no preference.”
“And you know this how?” Günter asked, but was too distracted by the little puffs of air that was tickling his ear to actually care about the answer.
“I know this, because I am insightful. Also, this translation of the Illiad is horrible.”
“I know,” Günter told him.
“Then why are you reading it,” Antonio bemoaned into his ear and making said ear ring.
“Because it’s important to see things from other people’s perspective.”
“You’re a lawyer, why do you need to see things from other people’s perspective?”
Günter turned to stare at his companion to see if Antonio was serious, but Antonio was merely paying half an attention to him and was already engrossed in the “horrible” translation. Rolling his eyes, although the effect was lost on Antonio, Günter went back to his reading.
Re: Fic the First
Date: 2008-09-29 10:45 pm (UTC)♥
Fic the Second
Date: 2008-09-27 10:08 am (UTC)“Whoa, frown face alert. What has our unshakeable Günter so indecisive?”
Günter looked up from where he’d been debating his shirt to see Tachi grinning at him upside-down from their shared bunk bed.
“I am required to go out,” Günter explained as he waved to the two shirt’s he had been looking at, “but I hope I can wear something inconspicuous to avoid attention. Which color do you think, white or buttercream?”
Tachi spared a moment of staring in incomprehension then bellowed at the top of his lungs, “Tooooonyyyyyyyyyyy~!”
Antonio appeared from seemingly nowhere, arms crossed and face cross, and admonished, “I’ve told you many times, my name is Antonio!”
Unrepentant, Tachi grinned and pointed at Günter, explaining, “Wardrobe crises,” then disappeared.
“Ah~, I see you have come to my expertise on the subject,” Antonio preened.
Günter asked, rather pained and patience dwindling, “Just tell me which color you think is more inconspicuous.”
“Why? Date with the boyfriend who got you on national TV?” Antonio’s face said the question was a rhetorical one and he was taking an unholy glee in the whole incident. National incident.
After a pause, where Günter tried to convey his pain in a silent but deadly gaze, Antonio continued, “Oh all right. I have the perfect disguise, wait here.” With that, Antonio strode out of the room and into his closet, where loud sounds of wooden things banging erupted as he searched.
20 minutes and 13 seconds later, Antonio emerged with what looked like the better half of a sheep and all the silk from the world in his arms.
“What is this?” Günter stared at the armful of what can only be questionably called clothing.
“This is our brilliant disguise,” Antonio told him patiently as he began wrapping Günter in layers of silk and wool and fur. A few minutes later, Antonio slapped a pair of sunglasses on his nose, right over his eyeglasses, and announced, “Done.”
Then, not waiting for an answer, Antonio push and pulled at Günter until they arrived in front of the large closet mirror and he asked, “There, don’t you look inconspicuous?”
“I look like an idiot,” Günter answered, staring at his reflection through tilted glasses. “I look like a sheep in a bathrobe that killed a coyote for its fur.”
“Exactly,” Antonio beamed as though all this was part of his brilliant plan. “If those paparazzi ever catch you and whatshisface—”
“Syn.”
“—right, him, doing the liplock, no one would suspect it was you. They’d think the boy turned to bestiality!”
“Antonio!”
However, Antonio was no longer listening to Günter’s distressed shout because the doorbell was ringing and he was, very quickly, face to face with a taken aback Syn.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t want the paparazzi recognizing me.”
Two fic for the price of one. And now I must rush off to lab.
Re: Fic the Second
Date: 2008-09-29 10:48 pm (UTC)And for the record, Antonio is miffed that the first time anyone sees his fabulous coat it's like... that. .^^*
And thank you~! .^__^ Ficcies always make me so happy. =3