Drunken Unicycle Acrobat with a Sword
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Drunken Unicycle Acrobat with a Sword
Rating: R for language and references?
Pairing: Cabaji and Mohji. Sort of.
Wordcount: 250
Notes: What is this? ...I don't know. But as long as I'm here, big ups to Cabaji and his superfly style. Those double buckle boots if nothing else.
He never fell--when he was sober. Of course, when he was drunk he didn't fall either.
He only fell when he was really drunk.
Considering he'd been staring at what he was reasonably sure was the mast long enough for his sword to stop vibrating where it had stuck into the deck--just inches away from his head, so he didn't have to turn to see--he was probably in the last category.
The sword started shaking again. The planks were vibrating. Someone was walking his way.
That could only mean one thing. Someone was coming to rescue him. And take him to bed. Maybe get into bed with him. He was drunk but he wasn't dead, after all. Well, maybe he was dead. Fucking... stuff. He couldn't remember what he'd been drinking. Damn Buggy and his fucking stuff.
Cabaji was drunk enough to fall of his unicycle, drunk enough to be more than a little fuzzy on the details, but was not drunk enough and had not hit his head hard enough to go completely blind. The something that appeared above him to take him to bed was clearly white and fuzzy.
"I don't fuck sheep," he said coldly, feeling it was important to strike a firm note of refusal from the beginning. This was the sort of situation that led to those what was I thinking mornings.
"What are you saying!?" the sheep shrieked.
That's right. Sheep can't understand people. Cabaji blinked. "Baa baa baa baaaaaaaa... ahaack!"
Rating: R for language and references?
Pairing: Cabaji and Mohji. Sort of.
Wordcount: 250
Notes: What is this? ...I don't know. But as long as I'm here, big ups to Cabaji and his superfly style. Those double buckle boots if nothing else.
He never fell--when he was sober. Of course, when he was drunk he didn't fall either.
He only fell when he was really drunk.
Considering he'd been staring at what he was reasonably sure was the mast long enough for his sword to stop vibrating where it had stuck into the deck--just inches away from his head, so he didn't have to turn to see--he was probably in the last category.
The sword started shaking again. The planks were vibrating. Someone was walking his way.
That could only mean one thing. Someone was coming to rescue him. And take him to bed. Maybe get into bed with him. He was drunk but he wasn't dead, after all. Well, maybe he was dead. Fucking... stuff. He couldn't remember what he'd been drinking. Damn Buggy and his fucking stuff.
Cabaji was drunk enough to fall of his unicycle, drunk enough to be more than a little fuzzy on the details, but was not drunk enough and had not hit his head hard enough to go completely blind. The something that appeared above him to take him to bed was clearly white and fuzzy.
"I don't fuck sheep," he said coldly, feeling it was important to strike a firm note of refusal from the beginning. This was the sort of situation that led to those what was I thinking mornings.
"What are you saying!?" the sheep shrieked.
That's right. Sheep can't understand people. Cabaji blinked. "Baa baa baa baaaaaaaa... ahaack!"
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Date: 2004-05-09 01:02 pm (UTC)Oh my God, I think I'm in love with you. XDDD
Love this!
Date: 2004-05-09 01:14 pm (UTC)You rock! thanks!
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Date: 2004-05-09 10:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-09 10:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-11 05:34 pm (UTC)-k.
*De-lurks*
Date: 2004-08-19 03:19 am (UTC)<3