Ridiculous WK ficlet for Daegaer
Jun. 8th, 2005 01:25 pmSchuldig's pale Northern European skin glowed eerily in the bright summer sun, forcing onlookers to don protective eyewear and scaring small children. He insisted they went to Bali at once, but Crawford refused on the grounds that he couldn't stand the clash of lobster red with the particular shade of Schuldig's hair. Farfarello objected on the grounds of Schuldig's swimming thong. Nagi just objected. So Schuldig took action.
'What the hell?' Crawford lowered the paper he was scanning. 'Have you been at the fake tan again?'
'Shut it, Crawford.'
'You do know that your skin's the same colour as your hair?'
'Okay. So it's a shade more intense than I wanted.'
'Yes, I prefer a lighter shade of tangerine on you,' Crawford said. 'Although it's an improvement on last summer's Burns Victim Red,' he went on. The side of his mouth twitched.
'Bastard. It's this fucking cheap own-brand stuff! I knew I should have gone for the St Tropez treatment. It's the best one. Angelina Jolie has it done, you know.'
'Oh. Right,' Crawford went back to his paper.
Schuldig stormed out, slamming the door on the sound of Crawford's laughter. He had a strong urge to torture someone. Preferably someone with a nice healthy tan.
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Date: 2005-06-08 03:25 pm (UTC)*cracks up completely*
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Date: 2005-06-08 07:50 pm (UTC)XD
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Date: 2005-06-08 08:20 pm (UTC)And my birthday twin. Yay.no subject
Date: 2005-06-08 08:30 pm (UTC)