Fic: Hippo
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koritsimouTitle: Hippo
Characters: MCR
Wordcount: 297 (how wee)
Disclaimer: I own no one, I claim nothing as true.
Notes: For Anna from the alphabet fic request-y thing. She chose H for hippo and MCR and this was the first scenario that popped into my head. Any similarities between described MCR fans and people I actually know is of course completely accidental. Totes. Unbeta-d as usual.
Originally Posted: October 20th 2007. Here
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Gerard walked into the living area of the bus, on tour onemorning late afternoon and almost tripped over Frank. He was seated on a cushion surrounded by small purple bags. He was happily munching on the contents of one such package when Gerard asked what they were.
“Animals. A fan gave them to us.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” Bob looked up from his lunch, “she was a total midget.”
“What the hell? She was really tall.”
“Frank she was like two feet high.” Bob spoke tiredly, as though they had already had this conversation, and by Mikey’s apparent disinterest, one may think they had.
“She was like taller than Mikey,” Frank insisted.
“Midget. Dark Hair. Glasses.”
“Giant. Dark hair, yes, but no glasses.”
“To be fair, she could have been a midget - which she was - and she would have still seemed like a giant to you, Frank,” Bob compromised, “But she was definitely short.”
As Frank looked set to argue again, Ray made a suggestion, “Guys, could there not have been two girls?”
Gerard watched Frank screw up his face, trying to remember. Mikey chose this gap in the discussion to look over his coffee and impart some wisdom. “Well done, Ray. The so-called “Midget” and “Giant” were indeed two different people. There were actually three girls. Gerard never witnessed the exciting gift of chocolate biscuit things being given because he was busy being presented with lube and a gay pride badge by the third girl.”
Frank snorted as Gerard flushed a little. “Yeah, I remember her.” He coughed. “So I guess the mystery of the chocolate biscuit things is solved.”
“Animals.” Frank said.
“What?”
“Animals. They’re chocolate animals.” Frank stood up. “I like the hippo best,” he said, placing his last one into Gerard’s hand.
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We’re all dead now
Characters: MCR
Wordcount: 297 (how wee)
Disclaimer: I own no one, I claim nothing as true.
Notes: For Anna from the alphabet fic request-y thing. She chose H for hippo and MCR and this was the first scenario that popped into my head. Any similarities between described MCR fans and people I actually know is of course completely accidental. Totes. Unbeta-d as usual.
Originally Posted: October 20th 2007. Here
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Gerard walked into the living area of the bus, on tour one
“Animals. A fan gave them to us.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” Bob looked up from his lunch, “she was a total midget.”
“What the hell? She was really tall.”
“Frank she was like two feet high.” Bob spoke tiredly, as though they had already had this conversation, and by Mikey’s apparent disinterest, one may think they had.
“She was like taller than Mikey,” Frank insisted.
“Midget. Dark Hair. Glasses.”
“Giant. Dark hair, yes, but no glasses.”
“To be fair, she could have been a midget - which she was - and she would have still seemed like a giant to you, Frank,” Bob compromised, “But she was definitely short.”
As Frank looked set to argue again, Ray made a suggestion, “Guys, could there not have been two girls?”
Gerard watched Frank screw up his face, trying to remember. Mikey chose this gap in the discussion to look over his coffee and impart some wisdom. “Well done, Ray. The so-called “Midget” and “Giant” were indeed two different people. There were actually three girls. Gerard never witnessed the exciting gift of chocolate biscuit things being given because he was busy being presented with lube and a gay pride badge by the third girl.”
Frank snorted as Gerard flushed a little. “Yeah, I remember her.” He coughed. “So I guess the mystery of the chocolate biscuit things is solved.”
“Animals.” Frank said.
“What?”
“Animals. They’re chocolate animals.” Frank stood up. “I like the hippo best,” he said, placing his last one into Gerard’s hand.
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We’re all dead now