[fic] Black Cat: Thinking
Dec. 13th, 2005 02:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpHey, Kosagi?
In case you weren't sure or anything, I do absolutely ABHOR you. Y'know. Just had to mention it and all that. ^__^
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Train likes to think he's a person who lives in the 'now', not worrying about the past, not worrying about the future, just living in the present.
He likes to think he finds enjoyment in the small things in life. Fresh milk, fresh fish, the breeze from the road as Sven drives because he doesn't trust Train behind the wheel. A good fight and catching a bounty count up there too. Possibly teasing Lil' Princess as well.
He likes to think he's usually pretty aware of his surroundings, even when it looks like he's not. That he's ready for the unexpected.
He likes to think a lot of things.
However, at this moment, he's not quite sure what to think.
About the chocolate syrup that is currently covering him, or about how it got there. One second, he was chocolate-covered free, the next moment he wasn't.
And it was sticky. Really sweet smelling too and he has a feeling that it was going to take ages in the shower to get all of it off of him. And even then he still has to get -to- the shower and all that thick brown syrup is already squelching down his shirt, in his pants, in his shoes.
Then that wasn't a problem anymore, because he's being lifted up, PICKED up and is moving through the streets at a rapid pace. He can see a mop of silver-blond hair out of the corner of his eye and realises that he's been grabbed by a gleefully grinning Creed.
He wasn't aware that Creed was anywhere in the area.
And the glint in his mortal enemy's eye guarantees he doesn't have to worry about -washing- the sticky syrup off. Or most of it off. Any of it off, really, if he'd prefer. The blond's more than willing to lick it off of him. In fact, he'll start right now. Any body part in reach. Chocolate covered clothing optional.
Which is really distracting and makes it kind of hard to think about much of anything at all, really.
-fin-
Cause we're supposed to be working on our CV, which is like a Resume only not, and this isn't helping! >P
[Edit: The cat came back, snooped around the lower floor, realised there was no gooshie food and left. ^^;]
In case you weren't sure or anything, I do absolutely ABHOR you. Y'know. Just had to mention it and all that. ^__^
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Train likes to think he's a person who lives in the 'now', not worrying about the past, not worrying about the future, just living in the present.
He likes to think he finds enjoyment in the small things in life. Fresh milk, fresh fish, the breeze from the road as Sven drives because he doesn't trust Train behind the wheel. A good fight and catching a bounty count up there too. Possibly teasing Lil' Princess as well.
He likes to think he's usually pretty aware of his surroundings, even when it looks like he's not. That he's ready for the unexpected.
He likes to think a lot of things.
However, at this moment, he's not quite sure what to think.
About the chocolate syrup that is currently covering him, or about how it got there. One second, he was chocolate-covered free, the next moment he wasn't.
And it was sticky. Really sweet smelling too and he has a feeling that it was going to take ages in the shower to get all of it off of him. And even then he still has to get -to- the shower and all that thick brown syrup is already squelching down his shirt, in his pants, in his shoes.
Then that wasn't a problem anymore, because he's being lifted up, PICKED up and is moving through the streets at a rapid pace. He can see a mop of silver-blond hair out of the corner of his eye and realises that he's been grabbed by a gleefully grinning Creed.
He wasn't aware that Creed was anywhere in the area.
And the glint in his mortal enemy's eye guarantees he doesn't have to worry about -washing- the sticky syrup off. Or most of it off. Any of it off, really, if he'd prefer. The blond's more than willing to lick it off of him. In fact, he'll start right now. Any body part in reach. Chocolate covered clothing optional.
Which is really distracting and makes it kind of hard to think about much of anything at all, really.
-fin-
Cause we're supposed to be working on our CV, which is like a Resume only not, and this isn't helping! >P
[Edit: The cat came back, snooped around the lower floor, realised there was no gooshie food and left. ^^;]
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Date: 2005-12-13 03:06 am (UTC)*always*
(goes off sniggering and basking in the loathe... or something.)
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Date: 2005-12-13 05:30 am (UTC)*grumbles and stalks off in search of chocolate fish*
>P
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Date: 2005-12-13 01:00 pm (UTC)I hope you brought enough for everyone, young lady.
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Date: 2005-12-13 09:08 pm (UTC)Problem is that they're sooooo addictive! XD And they're a native treat! Hard to find outside of NZ! ;_;
But yes, I will try to bring enough for everyone. ^__^