[fanfic] Due South: There Wolf
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ickaimpFirst off, curses to Dogmatix for introducing us to the translated Three Wolves Mountain manga at Shi-Ran. You can consider this an odd sort of fusion with that series.
Second, curses to MOrgan, who cackled gleefully when I tossed out the random idea a few months back that Fraser would make a good werewolf, Dief could probably be his famliar. She insisted I write it, the prat. (can't you guys ever say 'NO' when I toss ideas out? >P)
Lastly, apologies for any miss-characterizations/names/etc. I've seen exactly the first episode with Vecchio and the very last episode 'Call of the Wild'. Nothing in the middle, save what we saw YEARS ago.
... and read more than a fair amount of fanfics. *wiggles happily*
+++ Due South: There Wolf +++
Ray knew he was dreaming.
See, it was quite easy to know he was dreaming because it was shit o'clock in the morning, Diefenbaker was standing in his bedroom window, six feet tall and with shoulders so broad they put Fraser's to shame. And wearing a gingham dress that looked surprisingly familiar. At least once he stumbled for his glasses and put them on.
... There wasn't much gingham in the greater Chicago area.
"That's Mrs. Gustafson's dress, isn't it?"
Dief had the courtesy to look embarrassed. At least as embarrassed as someone with a wolf head on top of a human's body could look embarrassed. And wearing a dress. ...which actually fit, which was just beyond disturbing. "Sadly, yes. It was sort of an emergency."
"Oh." Which made a certain amount of sense. For a dream anyway. Couldn't go running around naked, could he? Wait... "How'd you get in here? I know I locked the door!"
Giving him a very lupine grin, Dief held up a slip of plastic. "Your trick comes in very useful."
"... You have a credit card?"
"Ah... not as such. But that's not important right now." Returning the plastic rectangle back to where ever he had hidden it, Dief presumed a very business like air. "My brother requires your assistance."
Ray scratched his head, feeling his hair spike up under his fingers. "Didn't know you had a brother."
"Benton?" Dief held a hand up around Ray's height. "Y'know? Stetson, wears a lot of red, incredibly polite? Your partner?"
He stared. Nope. Couldn't see the family resemblance. "What -where- your parents thinking?"
"Not a clue." The wolf shrugged, spreading his hands out as if to signify his own confusion before jerking a thumb back in the direction of the doorway. "Anyway, he needs a lift back to the Consulate. So c'mon. Pitter Patter and all that."
Ray gave a mental shrug and slid out of bed. "Thought you were deaf."
"Yeah. And I thought you were a real blond." Dief smugly crossed his arms, raising one eyebrow. Ray shot him a glare, not-quite dove for his jeans, which were still laying next to the bed where he had left them before falling into bed, and pulled them on. Great. Snarky wolf. As if his... brother? wasn't bad enough.
"No crotch sniffing." He growled, stalking to his dresser to find a shirt. Any shirt. Didn't matter if it was clean or not. Hell, this was a dream after all. "Ya want any pants or something?"
"Think they'd be a bit small." Dief smirked. Sure. Just pick on the skinny Polack. Figured that Dief-in-human-body should be built along the lines of Fraser. Must be some Canadian thing, they sure didn't seem to grow them small up there.
"Suit yerself." He pulled on a shirt, heading towards the door as he did so. "We got time for coffee?"
"'Fraid not." Dief moved to one side, following him out into the living room, smirking slightly.
"Great. Mock the coffee deprived. See if we stop for donuts on the way out." He grumbled, shoving his feet into his boots, and grabbing his car key. He opened the door and motioned the wolf out. "Just make sure Mrs. Gustafson gets her dress back, minus the dog fur, alright? I don't wanna hafta hear her complainin' about any dress thieves."
Dief snickered. "Or you'll kick me in the head."
"Ya got it."
He locked the door behind them and they tromped down the stairs together, their footsteps echoing down the narrow corridors. It was loud, but beat someone catching them on the elevator and having to explain that.
... Although running into Mrs. Gustafson demanding to know what Dief was doing wearing her dress might be amusing... the old lady might keel over in a dead faint.
They made it to GTO with no difficulty, which really just leant to the whole dream like quality. Instead of hopping in the back though, Dief sat up in Fraser's usual seat, buckling the seat belt around him before Ray could protest. Ray just shrugged, starting up the car. Felt good to do so, felt natural. Man, he could drive in his sleep if he had to."So where to?"
"The park." Dief grinned. "The big one. You know which one I'm talking about."
"What? Fraser's little brother can't read the park signs?" He teased, pulling out. Strangely enough, he did know which one he was talking about.
"I'm his -Big- brother." Dief corrected. "Not just size."
"Ah." Right. Figures. He noticed Dief craning his head to look around at the streets. "You stick your head out that window and we're going to have words, my friend."
He got a snort in return that he ignored, cranking up the radio and singing along to the music. Dief smirked in response and hummed along with him. Ray grinned. The wolf had a pretty good singing voice when he wasn't howling. Maybe should try him out on some heavy metal tunes if they were going to do that.
Yeah. That sounded like a pretty good idea.
"So where in the park, Dief my man?" He asked, feeling pretty mellow with things.
"Far side. Where the trees are."
He ran an eye over Dief's accoutrements. "He naked too?"
"I fervently hope not."
"Okay." He nodded. "Good." Streaking Fraser.... He quickly dismissed that thought from his mind. Bad Ray.
"There." Dief pointed to a stand of trees next to an exceedingly rare sight, an empty parking lot. Well, he supposed was late after all. Hardly anyone out.
"Greatness." No trouble at all finding a parking space. He pulled up next to the curb, motioning for Dief to roll down the window as a shadow moved in the trees. "Hey there handsome!" He hollered with a cheerful leer to his voice, making Dief jump. "Need a lift?"
A mass of red separated itself from the shadows as Fraser walked towards the car. Ray tapped Dief on the shoulder. "You. Back seat."
Dief grumbled, but opened the car door and scrambled into his customary place in the back. It was a tight squeeze with over six foot tall of him, but he managed. Fraser waited until Dief had done so before sliding into his usual seat. "I sincerely hope that you do not go around propositioning strange men in dark corners late at night, Ray." Fraser not quite scolded as he primly set his Stetson on his lap.
"Nah. Just you." Ray couldn't help grinning as he took the brake off and started driving once more. "Consulate?"
"Yes, please." Fraser fiddled with the hat a bit. "Thank you kindly."
"Is nothing." Ray would have thought it would take some sort of life threatening injury to get Fraser to ask for any sort of assistance. Fraser seemed alright to him, but what did he know? It could be some weird Mountie thing he had no clue about. Fraser just looked nervous, that was all.
The streetlights caught Fraser's hair oddly and when they stopped at a red light, he leaned over to check. Yup. Not normal ears. Kinda like Dief's, triangular and pointed, higher up on the head too. With dark fur that matched the hair. Heh. And hey! Lookie there. Tail too, that matched the ears. "Huh." He poked one of Fraser's pointy ears. It flickered at him. "Cool. Hey, Fras? Didja know your ears are all hinky?"
Fraser looked startled at the comment, mouth opening slightly. Oo. Pointed teeth too. "Errr... yes." Fraser rubbed an eyebrow nervously. Oh, hey, claws there too. Wonder if he had claws on his toenails too, that would explain wanting a ride instead of walking. Long toenails couldn't be comfy in boots. "I was quite aware of that fact."
Dief snickered.
"Oh." Ray nodded. "See? This is what happens when you don't get any coffee when you're dreaming." Human Dief and Fraser with wolfy ears and a tail. "Hey, is this why you always wear the hat?"
"Uh, not always, Ray." Fraser seemed confused at the turn of conversation, but Ray figured that was par for the course. The light turned green and he turned his attention back to driving, singing along to the music and ignoring the snickering wolf in the back seat.
Fraser seemed content to stare at him in bafflement, but since that was usually how he felt around Fraser, Ray didn't mind too much. Dreams, the great equaliser. He shouted for Dief to sing along with him, which the wolf gleefully obliged in, casting Fraser evil mischievous looks the entire time. Hah. Sing it buddy.
They made it to the Consulate in no time at all, the streets being nearly empty and all. He pulled up to the curb again like he had done a hundred times before and yawned. Fraser put the hat neatly on his head, hiding his pointy furry ears and stepped out of the car, triggering the seat forward to let Dief out of the back. "Thank you kindly for the assist, Ray."
"Anytime, Fras." He waved it off. "Take it easy, buddy. You too, Dief."
Dief licked his ear before slipping out of the car with a laugh. "Augh!!! Dief!!" Ray groaned, wiping his now wet ear. Man... didn't matter what form the wolf was in. "What is it with you? Ya got an ear fetish or something?"
He got a laugh in response. Fraser glared at Dief. "Terribly sorry about that, Ray."
"Don't worry 'bout it." He shrugged it off. "Gettin' used to it. I think. Catch ya later."
"Are you... sure you do not want to spend the night at the Consulate, Ray?" Fraser looked concerned. "It -is- quite late."
Fraser would be always be Fraser, he supposed. "Nah. I'm good. 'Night, Fraser."
"Safe trip home, Ray." Fraser shut the door, turned and began to walk up the stairs to the Consulate, furry tail swinging behind him as he scolded the unrepentant Dief for his behaviour.
Ray chuckled and headed home. Time for all freaky dreams to come to an end.
*
Ray yawned as he stopped in front of the Consulate to pick up Fraser and Diefenbaker. Man, it felt like he'd gotten no sleep at all last night. That and funky dreams... he had to stop eating Sandor's pizza right before bed if that was the result. Thank God for coffee, he'd never make it through the day without it.
Fraser stepped out of the Consulate's doors right on time, Dief dancing on his heels. Fraser gave him a small smile as he opened the door and allowed Dief to get in the car first. "Good morning, Ray. I hope you slept well."
"G'Morning, Fraserrrrrrrr..." Ray yawned again, the last word stretching out into a weird sort of growl. He rubbed his face with a hand before shaking it. He was awake, he was awake, he was awake... "Man. Sorry 'bout that. Had this weird dream last night, feels like I didn't get much sleep."
"Oh?" One of Fraser's eyebrows rose as he climbed into the car, shut the door and buckled his seatbelt. "Did you know the Intuit believe-"
"Not that kind of dream, Fraser." Ray said quickly cutting him off. He was not in the mood for Intuit stories. He'd fall asleep. That thought in mind, he pulled out into traffic, beginning the drive to the 27th. "Just... nah. It's stupid."
Fraser waited. Dammit. Bastard Mountie knew him too well.
"Okay," The words rushed out of him in a torrent. "So I was asleep in bed, when Dief shows up, only it's not Dief, its Deif's head on this human body and he's staying you need my help. So we get in the car, pick you up at the park and drive you back to the consulate. Only you've got pointy ears and a tail like some sort of weird wolf."
"Werewolf?" Fraser echoed.
"Naw." Ray grinned. He knew this one. He pointed towards the back, where Dief was sitting. "There wolf."
Dief sneezed.
Ray snickered. Fraser gave them a prim unamused look, which only made Ray's grin grow. "So see? It's just yer ordinary run of the mill odd dream that keeps ya from getting a good night's sleep. Nothing to worry 'bout, not like I've gone without sleep before."
"If you say so, Ray." Fraser was doing the whole distant Mountie thing, which meant that he didn't think it was an ordinary dream, but he was willing to concede to Ray. Which was close enough for government work. He drummed on the steering wheel a bit, changing the conversation back to normal police stuff, Dief adding his usual muttered comments and they made pretty good time to the station.
Which was good. Because that meant coffee. Even if the coffee was bad.
Fraser got out as soon as the car was stopped and the keys from the ignition, letting Dief out. As he did so, Ray noticed something laying where the Wolf had been. Something gingham.
"... Isn't that Mrs. Gustafson's dress?"
-fin-
Think this is the first Due South story that involves Diefenbaker in drag. o_O 'Course, Dief's a wolf, but still...
Part of me really didn't want to do this fic. Because we've written Hakuba as a werewolf, Heiji as a werewolf and Jounouchi as a weredog. Which seems to be sort of a trend and we hate writing ourselves into a trend.
Then realised, eh, bloody hell, what's one more?
And there you go.
Got this weird idea for Ray as a Ikiryu anyway... *wiggle wiggle*
Just when you think that there's nothing better than Japanese Instant Ramen (not talking about the stuff you get at your normal grocery store, 10 fer a dollar, but the stuff you get at the Oriental Market that tastes awesome), you discover- Bum bum bum!
Instant Thai Noodles. Both these thin little rice noodles that put angel hair pasta to shame and Pad Thai noodles, which if you hydrate the noodles, then fry them in a pan with some eggs and the seasonings are damn good.
Even if they do come in duck flavour. ^________________^
*points up* Reasons you shouldn't eat lunch while getting files ready to post for LJ. *snerk*
Second, curses to MOrgan, who cackled gleefully when I tossed out the random idea a few months back that Fraser would make a good werewolf, Dief could probably be his famliar. She insisted I write it, the prat. (can't you guys ever say 'NO' when I toss ideas out? >P)
Lastly, apologies for any miss-characterizations/names/etc. I've seen exactly the first episode with Vecchio and the very last episode 'Call of the Wild'. Nothing in the middle, save what we saw YEARS ago.
... and read more than a fair amount of fanfics. *wiggles happily*
+++ Due South: There Wolf +++
Ray knew he was dreaming.
See, it was quite easy to know he was dreaming because it was shit o'clock in the morning, Diefenbaker was standing in his bedroom window, six feet tall and with shoulders so broad they put Fraser's to shame. And wearing a gingham dress that looked surprisingly familiar. At least once he stumbled for his glasses and put them on.
... There wasn't much gingham in the greater Chicago area.
"That's Mrs. Gustafson's dress, isn't it?"
Dief had the courtesy to look embarrassed. At least as embarrassed as someone with a wolf head on top of a human's body could look embarrassed. And wearing a dress. ...which actually fit, which was just beyond disturbing. "Sadly, yes. It was sort of an emergency."
"Oh." Which made a certain amount of sense. For a dream anyway. Couldn't go running around naked, could he? Wait... "How'd you get in here? I know I locked the door!"
Giving him a very lupine grin, Dief held up a slip of plastic. "Your trick comes in very useful."
"... You have a credit card?"
"Ah... not as such. But that's not important right now." Returning the plastic rectangle back to where ever he had hidden it, Dief presumed a very business like air. "My brother requires your assistance."
Ray scratched his head, feeling his hair spike up under his fingers. "Didn't know you had a brother."
"Benton?" Dief held a hand up around Ray's height. "Y'know? Stetson, wears a lot of red, incredibly polite? Your partner?"
He stared. Nope. Couldn't see the family resemblance. "What -where- your parents thinking?"
"Not a clue." The wolf shrugged, spreading his hands out as if to signify his own confusion before jerking a thumb back in the direction of the doorway. "Anyway, he needs a lift back to the Consulate. So c'mon. Pitter Patter and all that."
Ray gave a mental shrug and slid out of bed. "Thought you were deaf."
"Yeah. And I thought you were a real blond." Dief smugly crossed his arms, raising one eyebrow. Ray shot him a glare, not-quite dove for his jeans, which were still laying next to the bed where he had left them before falling into bed, and pulled them on. Great. Snarky wolf. As if his... brother? wasn't bad enough.
"No crotch sniffing." He growled, stalking to his dresser to find a shirt. Any shirt. Didn't matter if it was clean or not. Hell, this was a dream after all. "Ya want any pants or something?"
"Think they'd be a bit small." Dief smirked. Sure. Just pick on the skinny Polack. Figured that Dief-in-human-body should be built along the lines of Fraser. Must be some Canadian thing, they sure didn't seem to grow them small up there.
"Suit yerself." He pulled on a shirt, heading towards the door as he did so. "We got time for coffee?"
"'Fraid not." Dief moved to one side, following him out into the living room, smirking slightly.
"Great. Mock the coffee deprived. See if we stop for donuts on the way out." He grumbled, shoving his feet into his boots, and grabbing his car key. He opened the door and motioned the wolf out. "Just make sure Mrs. Gustafson gets her dress back, minus the dog fur, alright? I don't wanna hafta hear her complainin' about any dress thieves."
Dief snickered. "Or you'll kick me in the head."
"Ya got it."
He locked the door behind them and they tromped down the stairs together, their footsteps echoing down the narrow corridors. It was loud, but beat someone catching them on the elevator and having to explain that.
... Although running into Mrs. Gustafson demanding to know what Dief was doing wearing her dress might be amusing... the old lady might keel over in a dead faint.
They made it to GTO with no difficulty, which really just leant to the whole dream like quality. Instead of hopping in the back though, Dief sat up in Fraser's usual seat, buckling the seat belt around him before Ray could protest. Ray just shrugged, starting up the car. Felt good to do so, felt natural. Man, he could drive in his sleep if he had to."So where to?"
"The park." Dief grinned. "The big one. You know which one I'm talking about."
"What? Fraser's little brother can't read the park signs?" He teased, pulling out. Strangely enough, he did know which one he was talking about.
"I'm his -Big- brother." Dief corrected. "Not just size."
"Ah." Right. Figures. He noticed Dief craning his head to look around at the streets. "You stick your head out that window and we're going to have words, my friend."
He got a snort in return that he ignored, cranking up the radio and singing along to the music. Dief smirked in response and hummed along with him. Ray grinned. The wolf had a pretty good singing voice when he wasn't howling. Maybe should try him out on some heavy metal tunes if they were going to do that.
Yeah. That sounded like a pretty good idea.
"So where in the park, Dief my man?" He asked, feeling pretty mellow with things.
"Far side. Where the trees are."
He ran an eye over Dief's accoutrements. "He naked too?"
"I fervently hope not."
"Okay." He nodded. "Good." Streaking Fraser.... He quickly dismissed that thought from his mind. Bad Ray.
"There." Dief pointed to a stand of trees next to an exceedingly rare sight, an empty parking lot. Well, he supposed was late after all. Hardly anyone out.
"Greatness." No trouble at all finding a parking space. He pulled up next to the curb, motioning for Dief to roll down the window as a shadow moved in the trees. "Hey there handsome!" He hollered with a cheerful leer to his voice, making Dief jump. "Need a lift?"
A mass of red separated itself from the shadows as Fraser walked towards the car. Ray tapped Dief on the shoulder. "You. Back seat."
Dief grumbled, but opened the car door and scrambled into his customary place in the back. It was a tight squeeze with over six foot tall of him, but he managed. Fraser waited until Dief had done so before sliding into his usual seat. "I sincerely hope that you do not go around propositioning strange men in dark corners late at night, Ray." Fraser not quite scolded as he primly set his Stetson on his lap.
"Nah. Just you." Ray couldn't help grinning as he took the brake off and started driving once more. "Consulate?"
"Yes, please." Fraser fiddled with the hat a bit. "Thank you kindly."
"Is nothing." Ray would have thought it would take some sort of life threatening injury to get Fraser to ask for any sort of assistance. Fraser seemed alright to him, but what did he know? It could be some weird Mountie thing he had no clue about. Fraser just looked nervous, that was all.
The streetlights caught Fraser's hair oddly and when they stopped at a red light, he leaned over to check. Yup. Not normal ears. Kinda like Dief's, triangular and pointed, higher up on the head too. With dark fur that matched the hair. Heh. And hey! Lookie there. Tail too, that matched the ears. "Huh." He poked one of Fraser's pointy ears. It flickered at him. "Cool. Hey, Fras? Didja know your ears are all hinky?"
Fraser looked startled at the comment, mouth opening slightly. Oo. Pointed teeth too. "Errr... yes." Fraser rubbed an eyebrow nervously. Oh, hey, claws there too. Wonder if he had claws on his toenails too, that would explain wanting a ride instead of walking. Long toenails couldn't be comfy in boots. "I was quite aware of that fact."
Dief snickered.
"Oh." Ray nodded. "See? This is what happens when you don't get any coffee when you're dreaming." Human Dief and Fraser with wolfy ears and a tail. "Hey, is this why you always wear the hat?"
"Uh, not always, Ray." Fraser seemed confused at the turn of conversation, but Ray figured that was par for the course. The light turned green and he turned his attention back to driving, singing along to the music and ignoring the snickering wolf in the back seat.
Fraser seemed content to stare at him in bafflement, but since that was usually how he felt around Fraser, Ray didn't mind too much. Dreams, the great equaliser. He shouted for Dief to sing along with him, which the wolf gleefully obliged in, casting Fraser evil mischievous looks the entire time. Hah. Sing it buddy.
They made it to the Consulate in no time at all, the streets being nearly empty and all. He pulled up to the curb again like he had done a hundred times before and yawned. Fraser put the hat neatly on his head, hiding his pointy furry ears and stepped out of the car, triggering the seat forward to let Dief out of the back. "Thank you kindly for the assist, Ray."
"Anytime, Fras." He waved it off. "Take it easy, buddy. You too, Dief."
Dief licked his ear before slipping out of the car with a laugh. "Augh!!! Dief!!" Ray groaned, wiping his now wet ear. Man... didn't matter what form the wolf was in. "What is it with you? Ya got an ear fetish or something?"
He got a laugh in response. Fraser glared at Dief. "Terribly sorry about that, Ray."
"Don't worry 'bout it." He shrugged it off. "Gettin' used to it. I think. Catch ya later."
"Are you... sure you do not want to spend the night at the Consulate, Ray?" Fraser looked concerned. "It -is- quite late."
Fraser would be always be Fraser, he supposed. "Nah. I'm good. 'Night, Fraser."
"Safe trip home, Ray." Fraser shut the door, turned and began to walk up the stairs to the Consulate, furry tail swinging behind him as he scolded the unrepentant Dief for his behaviour.
Ray chuckled and headed home. Time for all freaky dreams to come to an end.
*
Ray yawned as he stopped in front of the Consulate to pick up Fraser and Diefenbaker. Man, it felt like he'd gotten no sleep at all last night. That and funky dreams... he had to stop eating Sandor's pizza right before bed if that was the result. Thank God for coffee, he'd never make it through the day without it.
Fraser stepped out of the Consulate's doors right on time, Dief dancing on his heels. Fraser gave him a small smile as he opened the door and allowed Dief to get in the car first. "Good morning, Ray. I hope you slept well."
"G'Morning, Fraserrrrrrrr..." Ray yawned again, the last word stretching out into a weird sort of growl. He rubbed his face with a hand before shaking it. He was awake, he was awake, he was awake... "Man. Sorry 'bout that. Had this weird dream last night, feels like I didn't get much sleep."
"Oh?" One of Fraser's eyebrows rose as he climbed into the car, shut the door and buckled his seatbelt. "Did you know the Intuit believe-"
"Not that kind of dream, Fraser." Ray said quickly cutting him off. He was not in the mood for Intuit stories. He'd fall asleep. That thought in mind, he pulled out into traffic, beginning the drive to the 27th. "Just... nah. It's stupid."
Fraser waited. Dammit. Bastard Mountie knew him too well.
"Okay," The words rushed out of him in a torrent. "So I was asleep in bed, when Dief shows up, only it's not Dief, its Deif's head on this human body and he's staying you need my help. So we get in the car, pick you up at the park and drive you back to the consulate. Only you've got pointy ears and a tail like some sort of weird wolf."
"Werewolf?" Fraser echoed.
"Naw." Ray grinned. He knew this one. He pointed towards the back, where Dief was sitting. "There wolf."
Dief sneezed.
Ray snickered. Fraser gave them a prim unamused look, which only made Ray's grin grow. "So see? It's just yer ordinary run of the mill odd dream that keeps ya from getting a good night's sleep. Nothing to worry 'bout, not like I've gone without sleep before."
"If you say so, Ray." Fraser was doing the whole distant Mountie thing, which meant that he didn't think it was an ordinary dream, but he was willing to concede to Ray. Which was close enough for government work. He drummed on the steering wheel a bit, changing the conversation back to normal police stuff, Dief adding his usual muttered comments and they made pretty good time to the station.
Which was good. Because that meant coffee. Even if the coffee was bad.
Fraser got out as soon as the car was stopped and the keys from the ignition, letting Dief out. As he did so, Ray noticed something laying where the Wolf had been. Something gingham.
"... Isn't that Mrs. Gustafson's dress?"
-fin-
Think this is the first Due South story that involves Diefenbaker in drag. o_O 'Course, Dief's a wolf, but still...
Part of me really didn't want to do this fic. Because we've written Hakuba as a werewolf, Heiji as a werewolf and Jounouchi as a weredog. Which seems to be sort of a trend and we hate writing ourselves into a trend.
Then realised, eh, bloody hell, what's one more?
And there you go.
Got this weird idea for Ray as a Ikiryu anyway... *wiggle wiggle*
Just when you think that there's nothing better than Japanese Instant Ramen (not talking about the stuff you get at your normal grocery store, 10 fer a dollar, but the stuff you get at the Oriental Market that tastes awesome), you discover- Bum bum bum!
Instant Thai Noodles. Both these thin little rice noodles that put angel hair pasta to shame and Pad Thai noodles, which if you hydrate the noodles, then fry them in a pan with some eggs and the seasonings are damn good.
Even if they do come in duck flavour. ^________________^
*points up* Reasons you shouldn't eat lunch while getting files ready to post for LJ. *snerk*
