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rheasilviaThree more "3 sentence" meme story fragments. Again, they are somewhat longer than 3 sentences, and are in order of striking inspiration. Four more to go!
Junno is an alien vampire baker, Ryo is a vampire prosecutor. Needless to say, sparkliness ensues. (forglitterburn)
The cupcake was decorated with a smooth, glistening cap of frosting the color of arterial blood. It was topped with an anatomically correct white chocolate heart, all of it decorated by a drift of edible silver sparkles.
"On the house for my favorite member of law enforcement!" said the baker, and winked at me impishly. No, seriously. He winked at me impishly.
There's no such thing as a "good" vampire. Take it from me – I know what I'm talking about. A vampire who hasn't racked up an official body count is a vampire who hasn't been caught… yet.
Though admittedly, some vampires do have better covers than others.
"Being a vampire doesn't have to suck, you know", the as-of-yet uncaught suspect commonly known as Taguchi Junnosuke said earnestly, smoothing down his blood-red apron. "I don't mean to be a pain in the neck or anything, but if you ever want to talk… all that self-hatred can't be good for the heart, you know?"
I didn't know what to say, so I took a bite of the cupcake instead. It tasted of B positive.
Junno/Ryo in an office AU. (forlulumeow)
"You told me that you can deal with my shoulders looking the way they do, but that my cheekbones are just unfair. You, uhm, also announced to the marketing department that you were going to do tequila shots off of, errrr, uhm. And I, uh, well, I was kinda drunk too, so I – but fortunately they didn't have any limes, so you had to drink the tequila straight from the bottle instead. And then you –"
"Oh my god." Ryo buries his head in his arms in despair. He is never coming out of the copy room again. Never. Never ever. "Shut up! I don't want to know."
"You always say that, and then you complain about letting you walk into open knives later on." Junno is ridiculously bright and chirpy, of course – not so much as the trace of a hangover. There should be a law. "It really isn't bad this time, though. You only threw up a little bit, and you completely missed the B2B director's shoes."
He is never getting drunk at after-office get togethers again, ever. Never ever. For real, this time.
"Of course, you did tell him that his shoes were too ugly to throw up on, and that they matched his face perfectly."
Alicia and Kalinda in the Star Trek:TNG verse (forjona)
"He's not Vulcan," Kalinda said. She fairly vibrated with contained energy, her nose ridges flushing a dusky rose with the joy of discovery.
T'Cia levelled a cooly enquiring gaze at her associate. "Elaborate."
"He's adopted. I traced his origins halfway across the galaxy, and – turns out he's a war orphan." She paused for half a beat; a small, but exultant smile spread across her face. T'Cia had grown so used to the way Kalinda savored moments like this that she didn't even wonder at it anymore. "From Cafilon 34."
"Rihannsu," T'Cia stated. It was the missing constant in the equation, the one that defined all other variables. With this essential piece of knowledge, everything else slotted into place. "He wasn't kidnapped at all. He's searching for his origins."
Kalinda grinned fiercely. It was a good look for her.
T'Cia paused briefly to ponder how far she had come these last years, that she now found fierceness a pleasant and fitting expression for anyone. She was pleased with the broadening of her own perspective this change in her outlook indicated. Infinite diversity in infinite combinations, after all.
Junno is an alien vampire baker, Ryo is a vampire prosecutor. Needless to say, sparkliness ensues. (for
glitterburn)The cupcake was decorated with a smooth, glistening cap of frosting the color of arterial blood. It was topped with an anatomically correct white chocolate heart, all of it decorated by a drift of edible silver sparkles.
"On the house for my favorite member of law enforcement!" said the baker, and winked at me impishly. No, seriously. He winked at me impishly.
There's no such thing as a "good" vampire. Take it from me – I know what I'm talking about. A vampire who hasn't racked up an official body count is a vampire who hasn't been caught… yet.
Though admittedly, some vampires do have better covers than others.
"Being a vampire doesn't have to suck, you know", the as-of-yet uncaught suspect commonly known as Taguchi Junnosuke said earnestly, smoothing down his blood-red apron. "I don't mean to be a pain in the neck or anything, but if you ever want to talk… all that self-hatred can't be good for the heart, you know?"
I didn't know what to say, so I took a bite of the cupcake instead. It tasted of B positive.
Junno/Ryo in an office AU. (for
lulumeow)"You told me that you can deal with my shoulders looking the way they do, but that my cheekbones are just unfair. You, uhm, also announced to the marketing department that you were going to do tequila shots off of, errrr, uhm. And I, uh, well, I was kinda drunk too, so I – but fortunately they didn't have any limes, so you had to drink the tequila straight from the bottle instead. And then you –"
"Oh my god." Ryo buries his head in his arms in despair. He is never coming out of the copy room again. Never. Never ever. "Shut up! I don't want to know."
"You always say that, and then you complain about letting you walk into open knives later on." Junno is ridiculously bright and chirpy, of course – not so much as the trace of a hangover. There should be a law. "It really isn't bad this time, though. You only threw up a little bit, and you completely missed the B2B director's shoes."
He is never getting drunk at after-office get togethers again, ever. Never ever. For real, this time.
"Of course, you did tell him that his shoes were too ugly to throw up on, and that they matched his face perfectly."
Alicia and Kalinda in the Star Trek:TNG verse (for
jona)"He's not Vulcan," Kalinda said. She fairly vibrated with contained energy, her nose ridges flushing a dusky rose with the joy of discovery.
T'Cia levelled a cooly enquiring gaze at her associate. "Elaborate."
"He's adopted. I traced his origins halfway across the galaxy, and – turns out he's a war orphan." She paused for half a beat; a small, but exultant smile spread across her face. T'Cia had grown so used to the way Kalinda savored moments like this that she didn't even wonder at it anymore. "From Cafilon 34."
"Rihannsu," T'Cia stated. It was the missing constant in the equation, the one that defined all other variables. With this essential piece of knowledge, everything else slotted into place. "He wasn't kidnapped at all. He's searching for his origins."
Kalinda grinned fiercely. It was a good look for her.
T'Cia paused briefly to ponder how far she had come these last years, that she now found fierceness a pleasant and fitting expression for anyone. She was pleased with the broadening of her own perspective this change in her outlook indicated. Infinite diversity in infinite combinations, after all.
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Date: 2012-01-20 03:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-20 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-20 03:32 pm (UTC)"Of course, you did tell him that his shoes were too ugly to throw up on, and that they matched his face perfectly." Aww, of course he did, he wouldn't be Ryo if he hadn't *___*
Seriously, it's lovely, amazing, THANK YOU ;___; I've been craving this for so long. And now it's there. Can I hug it?
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Date: 2012-01-20 10:46 pm (UTC)Poor Ryo - taking such joy in his misery! Poor, innocent, downtrodden boy. (Okay, nobody *forced* him to try every cocktail on Happy Hour Special Offer, and of course nobody shoved him up onto the table either, and... but let's not talk about that. Ryo would much prefer it. *g*)
Aww, of course he did, he wouldn't be Ryo if he hadn't
He may have a slight problem with verbal incontinence, in certain situations (and moods). Just slightly. ;-)
I'm very glad you like this snippet of office insanity - and of course you can hug it! It's all yours, hug it until it wheezes happily. ;-)