Mixed Messages, Hiring the Help
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onepieceyaoi100Two drabbles, folks. Bad ones, admittedly. BECAUSE I'M JUST THAT COOL.
Title: Mixed Messages
Rating: PG for innuendo?
Word Count: 107
Pairing: ... guess.
Topic: None
Notes: LAME LAME LAME. sorry. :( it's been marinating in my brain for a few weeks.
"Got it?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"All right. I'll take the top, you take the bottom."
"What? No! Last time you were top! It's my turn!"
"Oh, don't be ridiculous. You promised to help me."
"Fine. But I'll take the top next time."
"Fine."
Ace glared flames at the smirking taisa across from him, and grappled with the filthy bottom of the foul, rusty filing cabinet. Smoker grinned through the cigars, shifted his end, and grunted, "Aight -- here's good." They set it down with a clang.
"Just one more," he panted, "then we can discuss payment."
"All right," Ace said after a pause, "but I'll take the top."
Title: Hiring the Help
Rating: PG for language
Word Count: 260
Pairing: vague, abusive UsoSan
Topic: None
Notes: If you tilt a spoon in a certain way under a stream of running water, it sprays all over the darn place. In case you didn't know.
"Hey, Usopp."
The sniper was stopped by his name as he rose from the galley table, the last one to finish their unnaturally satisfying lunch.
"Yeah?"
Sanji tossed him a grin and a dishtowel. "You're doing dishes." With a good-natured groan, Usopp turned back to the kitchen. A pile of greasy, crusty pots approached the ceiling, the unfortunate consequence of such improbably delicious food.
He shuffled towards the sink, eyeing the tower regretfully. "This isn't much better than the time I was a prisoner of the infamous Grand Line Cannibals; I had to wash one pot, but it was big enough for three men to crawl inside--"
Sanji lit up a smoke and leaned against the cabinet as Usopp rattled comfortably on. After a minute or two, the sharpshooter glanced over at him: his eyes were half-lidded and sleepy. Perfect!
Picking up a large spoon, Usopp carefully increased the pressure of the water and shifted his grip on the spoon. Steady... steady... The edge inched towards the crackling stream, brushed it, and slipped under. A firework spray of water spat from the curved bowl, darkened fabric appearing over the cook's immaculately ruffled suit jacket.
He wasn't so composed anymore. His cigarette hung from one corner of his mouth as he tensed and barked, "Usopp, you stupid bastard!" The culprit, a textbook study of innocence, blinked and said, "What? I was just washing dishes like you said..." As a black leg flashed towards his stomach, there was a brief moment in which to gloat over his small vict --
WHUMPH
Title: Mixed Messages
Rating: PG for innuendo?
Word Count: 107
Pairing: ... guess.
Topic: None
Notes: LAME LAME LAME. sorry. :( it's been marinating in my brain for a few weeks.
"Got it?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"All right. I'll take the top, you take the bottom."
"What? No! Last time you were top! It's my turn!"
"Oh, don't be ridiculous. You promised to help me."
"Fine. But I'll take the top next time."
"Fine."
Ace glared flames at the smirking taisa across from him, and grappled with the filthy bottom of the foul, rusty filing cabinet. Smoker grinned through the cigars, shifted his end, and grunted, "Aight -- here's good." They set it down with a clang.
"Just one more," he panted, "then we can discuss payment."
"All right," Ace said after a pause, "but I'll take the top."
Title: Hiring the Help
Rating: PG for language
Word Count: 260
Pairing: vague, abusive UsoSan
Topic: None
Notes: If you tilt a spoon in a certain way under a stream of running water, it sprays all over the darn place. In case you didn't know.
"Hey, Usopp."
The sniper was stopped by his name as he rose from the galley table, the last one to finish their unnaturally satisfying lunch.
"Yeah?"
Sanji tossed him a grin and a dishtowel. "You're doing dishes." With a good-natured groan, Usopp turned back to the kitchen. A pile of greasy, crusty pots approached the ceiling, the unfortunate consequence of such improbably delicious food.
He shuffled towards the sink, eyeing the tower regretfully. "This isn't much better than the time I was a prisoner of the infamous Grand Line Cannibals; I had to wash one pot, but it was big enough for three men to crawl inside--"
Sanji lit up a smoke and leaned against the cabinet as Usopp rattled comfortably on. After a minute or two, the sharpshooter glanced over at him: his eyes were half-lidded and sleepy. Perfect!
Picking up a large spoon, Usopp carefully increased the pressure of the water and shifted his grip on the spoon. Steady... steady... The edge inched towards the crackling stream, brushed it, and slipped under. A firework spray of water spat from the curved bowl, darkened fabric appearing over the cook's immaculately ruffled suit jacket.
He wasn't so composed anymore. His cigarette hung from one corner of his mouth as he tensed and barked, "Usopp, you stupid bastard!" The culprit, a textbook study of innocence, blinked and said, "What? I was just washing dishes like you said..." As a black leg flashed towards his stomach, there was a brief moment in which to gloat over his small vict --
WHUMPH
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Date: 2006-01-05 11:32 am (UTC)Dang, I'll have to try that next time someone makes me do dishes...
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Date: 2006-01-06 01:36 am (UTC)Be prepared to duck after you do it. :3 And wear an apron -- the water goes everywhere.
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Date: 2006-01-06 01:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-07 01:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-07 06:45 am (UTC)Thanks!