Post by Wildmagesapprentice on May 26, 2013 6:50:48 GMT 10
Title: Hats
Rating: G
Word Count: 314
Pairing: Buri/Raoul
Round/Fight: 2B
Summary: In which Raoul has horrible taste in hats.
'Don't laugh, Buri.'
She bites her lip. 'Wha...what is it?'
Raoul frowns. 'It's obviously a hat.'
'Are you sure?'
'Very funny.'
'I'm serious, Raoul. It looks like a bird died on your head. Actually, I'm not so sure it's even dead yet. I think I just saw it twitch.'
'You're hilarious. It's not a bird Buri. It's a hat.'
'Well, it's horrible. Don't tell me you plan to keep wearing it?'
He shuffles nervously, and pouts. 'Well, maybe I do. '
'Raoul, I really think you should just take a sword to it and put it out of its misery.' She pauses for a moment, thinking. 'Actually, I think a few holes would improve it.'
'Leave it alone. You'll hurt it's feelings.'
Buri snorts. 'Raoul, it has feathers. No respectable hat has feathers. Why are you wearing that thing anyway?'
'It's fashionable!' He crosses his arms and attempts to look dignified.
'Fashionable where? Scanra?'
He slumps, defeated. 'Fine. You win. I agree. It's ghastly. But... It was a gift! I don't want to seem ungrateful.'
She pats his arm sympathetically. 'Poor lad.' She tilts her head to the side, a smirk playing on the corner of her mouth. 'I can get rid of it for you, if you like.'
Raoul brightens up noticeably. 'Really? How?'
'Just hand it over.'
He sighs happily. 'Buri, I love you sometimes.' He rips the foul thing from his head and hands it to her.
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Hours later, she returns to his study.
Raoul looks up from his papers 'The hat?'
'Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.'
He grins at her. 'Come on. What did you do with it?'
She smiles and folds her arms over her chest. 'Lets just say that we won't be seeing it again any time soon. Or ever, for that matter.'
He leans back in his chair, smiling widely. 'Thank you.'
Rating: G
Word Count: 314
Pairing: Buri/Raoul
Round/Fight: 2B
Summary: In which Raoul has horrible taste in hats.
'Don't laugh, Buri.'
She bites her lip. 'Wha...what is it?'
Raoul frowns. 'It's obviously a hat.'
'Are you sure?'
'Very funny.'
'I'm serious, Raoul. It looks like a bird died on your head. Actually, I'm not so sure it's even dead yet. I think I just saw it twitch.'
'You're hilarious. It's not a bird Buri. It's a hat.'
'Well, it's horrible. Don't tell me you plan to keep wearing it?'
He shuffles nervously, and pouts. 'Well, maybe I do. '
'Raoul, I really think you should just take a sword to it and put it out of its misery.' She pauses for a moment, thinking. 'Actually, I think a few holes would improve it.'
'Leave it alone. You'll hurt it's feelings.'
Buri snorts. 'Raoul, it has feathers. No respectable hat has feathers. Why are you wearing that thing anyway?'
'It's fashionable!' He crosses his arms and attempts to look dignified.
'Fashionable where? Scanra?'
He slumps, defeated. 'Fine. You win. I agree. It's ghastly. But... It was a gift! I don't want to seem ungrateful.'
She pats his arm sympathetically. 'Poor lad.' She tilts her head to the side, a smirk playing on the corner of her mouth. 'I can get rid of it for you, if you like.'
Raoul brightens up noticeably. 'Really? How?'
'Just hand it over.'
He sighs happily. 'Buri, I love you sometimes.' He rips the foul thing from his head and hands it to her.
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Hours later, she returns to his study.
Raoul looks up from his papers 'The hat?'
'Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.'
He grins at her. 'Come on. What did you do with it?'
She smiles and folds her arms over her chest. 'Lets just say that we won't be seeing it again any time soon. Or ever, for that matter.'
He leans back in his chair, smiling widely. 'Thank you.'