Post by sidonie on Apr 28, 2011 8:25:44 GMT 10
Title: Defensive
Rating: PG-13 (mentions of sex/sexuality)
Word Count: 279
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2C
Summary: Gary receives some rather surprising information.
Author's Note: The third of my series inspired by/based on the song "If You Were Gay," from Avenue Q. Each one will start with quotes, though the first few are actually dialog rather than lyrics.
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ROD
Ahem, so, uh, why are you telling me this? Why should I care? I don't care. What did you have for lunch today?
NICKY
Oh, you don't have to get all defensive about it, Rod...
ROD
I'm NOT getting defensive! What do I care about some gay guy you met, okay? I'm trying to read.
Gary felt like he'd just been hit over the head, which was not a good state to be in when one was perched at the top of a tree. He'd just come here to read in peace and quiet, and then Raoul had found him, and now his friend had spilled some rather astonishing secrets. Francis was interested in men? In Raoul? The lanky squire shot his companion a horrified stare.
“Mithros, don't spring things on me like that!”
The dark-haired boy shrugged, turning his face up to catch the afternoon sun. “I don't see why it's such a surprise. Honestly, if you'd watch him and Jon for more than a moment, you'd notice.”
“I—” Gary stopped, shaking his head. “Why are you telling me this? Don't tell me about this. I don't want to hear it. Why should I care whom Francis is bedding?”
Raoul tilted his head to the side, giving his sarcastic friend a considering look. “You care when Jon's bedding a new woman. Why does this bother you so much?”
“It does not bother me!” Gary snapped, entirely too quickly.
“It obviously does.”
“No, it does not! If it bothered me, I wouldn't—”
“Your face is all red.”
“I—”
“Oh, now it's gone pale.”
Gary wanted to throttle Raoul, who sat there looking calm and smug and superior. He wanted to give him a good, memorable black eye just so he'd stop poking around and being such an idiot. He wanted to land one solid punch.
Instead, and perhaps predictably, when he took his hands off the branch he fell out of the tree.
QC by: journeycat
Rating: PG-13 (mentions of sex/sexuality)
Word Count: 279
Pairing: Gary/Raoul – Team Moustache Curtains
Round/Fight: 2C
Summary: Gary receives some rather surprising information.
Author's Note: The third of my series inspired by/based on the song "If You Were Gay," from Avenue Q. Each one will start with quotes, though the first few are actually dialog rather than lyrics.
~~~~~~
ROD
Ahem, so, uh, why are you telling me this? Why should I care? I don't care. What did you have for lunch today?
NICKY
Oh, you don't have to get all defensive about it, Rod...
ROD
I'm NOT getting defensive! What do I care about some gay guy you met, okay? I'm trying to read.
Gary felt like he'd just been hit over the head, which was not a good state to be in when one was perched at the top of a tree. He'd just come here to read in peace and quiet, and then Raoul had found him, and now his friend had spilled some rather astonishing secrets. Francis was interested in men? In Raoul? The lanky squire shot his companion a horrified stare.
“Mithros, don't spring things on me like that!”
The dark-haired boy shrugged, turning his face up to catch the afternoon sun. “I don't see why it's such a surprise. Honestly, if you'd watch him and Jon for more than a moment, you'd notice.”
“I—” Gary stopped, shaking his head. “Why are you telling me this? Don't tell me about this. I don't want to hear it. Why should I care whom Francis is bedding?”
Raoul tilted his head to the side, giving his sarcastic friend a considering look. “You care when Jon's bedding a new woman. Why does this bother you so much?”
“It does not bother me!” Gary snapped, entirely too quickly.
“It obviously does.”
“No, it does not! If it bothered me, I wouldn't—”
“Your face is all red.”
“I—”
“Oh, now it's gone pale.”
Gary wanted to throttle Raoul, who sat there looking calm and smug and superior. He wanted to give him a good, memorable black eye just so he'd stop poking around and being such an idiot. He wanted to land one solid punch.
Instead, and perhaps predictably, when he took his hands off the branch he fell out of the tree.
QC by: journeycat