Post by Shhasow on Apr 27, 2013 13:01:17 GMT 10
Title: No Really, How Do They Look?
Rating: PG
Word Count: 523
Pairing: G/R
Round/Fight: 1C
Summary: Because someone has to do a throwback... Warning for excessive primping and crack! A tribute to Katty
“Tell me the truth, George. What do you think?”
George, lounging on their bed, stared at the back of Roger’s head for several seconds before he replied hesitantly, “Well, they’re certainly bright, but I’m not sure that’s quite the reaction that you are going for?”
Roger sighed impatiently. One hand drifted through his hair to make it even spikier. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it! I mean, how do they look?”
“Glittery?” he said slowly. “I don’t know what you’re asking for, Roger.”
“Of course they are glittery, you idiot! That’s rather the point is it not?”
“Is it?”
“Yes!” Roger scowled mightily and whirled around to face George. “Why would I put sequins on my pants if I didn’t want them to be glittery! And they’re not glittery, you know. They are sparkly.”
“Oh, my fault,” George said, putting his hands up in the air. “How foolish of me.”
“Yes, how foolish indeed.” Roger turned back to the mirror and smoothed his pants. “But what I want to know is how do they look on me?” His eyes traveled up his form-fitting shirt and landed on his own face. Roger smirked, and his white teeth glinted as one hand reached into the dresser drawer.
He shrieked.
George yawned.
“What is this!” Roger yelped. He wrenched open the dresser drawer and peered inside. “George Cooper! How many times do I have to tell you?!” He pulled out a long string, interrupted by little fleshy shriveled lumps. “Do NOT leave your ear collection in my brush drawer!”
George examined his nails and picked at a speck of dirt under one of them. “Oh? I thought you said not to leave them in your sock drawer.”
“No!”
“My mistake.” He yawned again. “I won’t do that again.”
“See that you don’t,” Roger grumbled. He dropped the fleshy bits back into the drawer and winced at the thumps. Gingerly, he removed the silver hair brush from inside and scowled at it. A bit of orange fire flew at the brush, and when he considered it cleansed, he grabbed the brush and started to arrange his dark hair.
“You are a sexy beast, Duke Roger of Conte,” he muttered.“Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
A long half minute of silence passed before Roger remembered that George had never answered his question. “So how do they look, anyway?”
“Ah, well... I suppose the first word that comes to mind is... tight?”
Roger threw his hair brush on the ground. “Why are you so difficult!” He growled. “Why do I even put up with you?”
“Other than because I’m dead sexy?” He raised one eyebrow.
“I do wish that you would stop stating the obvious.”
George laughed softly and rose languidly from the bed, stalking towards the pouting Roger. “I suppose, if I am truly going to be honest, the first thing that came to mind was, how did I get so lucky?”
“Hah,” the Duke crowed triumphantly. “I knew that you loved me!”
“Of course, of course.” George paused behind Roger, then whispered in his ear, “Or maybe I just love your sparkly pants.”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 523
Pairing: G/R
Round/Fight: 1C
Summary: Because someone has to do a throwback... Warning for excessive primping and crack! A tribute to Katty
“Tell me the truth, George. What do you think?”
George, lounging on their bed, stared at the back of Roger’s head for several seconds before he replied hesitantly, “Well, they’re certainly bright, but I’m not sure that’s quite the reaction that you are going for?”
Roger sighed impatiently. One hand drifted through his hair to make it even spikier. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it! I mean, how do they look?”
“Glittery?” he said slowly. “I don’t know what you’re asking for, Roger.”
“Of course they are glittery, you idiot! That’s rather the point is it not?”
“Is it?”
“Yes!” Roger scowled mightily and whirled around to face George. “Why would I put sequins on my pants if I didn’t want them to be glittery! And they’re not glittery, you know. They are sparkly.”
“Oh, my fault,” George said, putting his hands up in the air. “How foolish of me.”
“Yes, how foolish indeed.” Roger turned back to the mirror and smoothed his pants. “But what I want to know is how do they look on me?” His eyes traveled up his form-fitting shirt and landed on his own face. Roger smirked, and his white teeth glinted as one hand reached into the dresser drawer.
He shrieked.
George yawned.
“What is this!” Roger yelped. He wrenched open the dresser drawer and peered inside. “George Cooper! How many times do I have to tell you?!” He pulled out a long string, interrupted by little fleshy shriveled lumps. “Do NOT leave your ear collection in my brush drawer!”
George examined his nails and picked at a speck of dirt under one of them. “Oh? I thought you said not to leave them in your sock drawer.”
“No!”
“My mistake.” He yawned again. “I won’t do that again.”
“See that you don’t,” Roger grumbled. He dropped the fleshy bits back into the drawer and winced at the thumps. Gingerly, he removed the silver hair brush from inside and scowled at it. A bit of orange fire flew at the brush, and when he considered it cleansed, he grabbed the brush and started to arrange his dark hair.
“You are a sexy beast, Duke Roger of Conte,” he muttered.“Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
A long half minute of silence passed before Roger remembered that George had never answered his question. “So how do they look, anyway?”
“Ah, well... I suppose the first word that comes to mind is... tight?”
Roger threw his hair brush on the ground. “Why are you so difficult!” He growled. “Why do I even put up with you?”
“Other than because I’m dead sexy?” He raised one eyebrow.
“I do wish that you would stop stating the obvious.”
George laughed softly and rose languidly from the bed, stalking towards the pouting Roger. “I suppose, if I am truly going to be honest, the first thing that came to mind was, how did I get so lucky?”
“Hah,” the Duke crowed triumphantly. “I knew that you loved me!”
“Of course, of course.” George paused behind Roger, then whispered in his ear, “Or maybe I just love your sparkly pants.”
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!