Post by Shhasow on Apr 3, 2011 8:17:36 GMT 10
Title: Jon’s Big Question, (1)
Rating: G
Word Count: 132
Pairing: Kel/Jon
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Neal tries to convince Kel. It doesn’t work.
Neal smoothed his thin beard with his thumb and a finger, preening. “Do you like it, Kel?” he asked his oldest friend. “I think it makes me look rather distinguished.”
Kel glanced at him and rolled her eyes. “You look scruffy. Undignified. I can’t believe Yuki lets you leave your rooms with that on your face.”
“Why?” he grumbled. “It’s short, clean, gives the hint of age without a beard...”
“What’s wrong with a beard?” she said sharply.
“Nothing! Nothing. Just, don’t you think it’s a bit much?”
“What?”
Neal squirmed just a bit and refused to meet her eyes. “It’s just that, real beards, thick ones can make a man look old. Take your husband, for example-”
“Did Jon put you up to this?”
“What, no!” Panic set in on Neal’s face.
“I wonder why I don’t believe you.” She glared at him.
Neal said hesitantly, “Why do you think the king asked me? Why would he ask me?”
“Jon’s been wanting to shave his beard for months. I keep saying no, but I didn’t expect him to go this far!”
He was relieved that Kel seemed more annoyed at her husband than him, and Neal couldn’t resist. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “That’s simply a terrible thing, Kel. You know, you ought to go find him and explain all of this in explicit, vivid detail.”
Kel shrugged off his hand and gave him a withering glare. “Don’t think I haven’t forgotten you,” she threatened. “You can thank Jon when I’m done with both of you. Traitors.”
As he watched his friend stomp away - supposedly to find her husband - Neal scratched the short hairs, grateful that he could finally shave it all off. When the king tells you to do something, you do it, no questions asked.
[EXCLUDED: Duplicate fic]
Rating: G
Word Count: 132
Pairing: Kel/Jon
Round/Fight: 1/F
Summary: Neal tries to convince Kel. It doesn’t work.
Neal smoothed his thin beard with his thumb and a finger, preening. “Do you like it, Kel?” he asked his oldest friend. “I think it makes me look rather distinguished.”
Kel glanced at him and rolled her eyes. “You look scruffy. Undignified. I can’t believe Yuki lets you leave your rooms with that on your face.”
“Why?” he grumbled. “It’s short, clean, gives the hint of age without a beard...”
“What’s wrong with a beard?” she said sharply.
“Nothing! Nothing. Just, don’t you think it’s a bit much?”
“What?”
Neal squirmed just a bit and refused to meet her eyes. “It’s just that, real beards, thick ones can make a man look old. Take your husband, for example-”
“Did Jon put you up to this?”
“What, no!” Panic set in on Neal’s face.
“I wonder why I don’t believe you.” She glared at him.
Neal said hesitantly, “Why do you think the king asked me? Why would he ask me?”
“Jon’s been wanting to shave his beard for months. I keep saying no, but I didn’t expect him to go this far!”
He was relieved that Kel seemed more annoyed at her husband than him, and Neal couldn’t resist. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “That’s simply a terrible thing, Kel. You know, you ought to go find him and explain all of this in explicit, vivid detail.”
Kel shrugged off his hand and gave him a withering glare. “Don’t think I haven’t forgotten you,” she threatened. “You can thank Jon when I’m done with both of you. Traitors.”
As he watched his friend stomp away - supposedly to find her husband - Neal scratched the short hairs, grateful that he could finally shave it all off. When the king tells you to do something, you do it, no questions asked.
[EXCLUDED: Duplicate fic]