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feather_qwill) wrote2007-10-31 01:05 pm
feather_qwill) wrote2007-10-31 01:05 pm
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Costume Party [PG - Papa D/Vesca - Petshop of Horrors]
Halloween Fic #2
Title: Costume Party
Fandom: Petshop of Horrors
Pairing/Characters: Papa D/Vesca
Rating: PG
Words: 222
Notes/Summary: Vesca asks D to a costume party. D doesn't like that idea.
“Come on, D, everyone’s gonna be there.”
D raised an irritatingly perfect eyebrow. (Vesca just knew he plucked.) “You don’t really expect me to attend a costume party, do you?”
His tone made it very clear that by ‘me’ he meant my royal majesty, your lord and master, and that a costume party was little better than an orgy of worms situated in a garbage dump. Except that this was D, and he’d probably be into the worm-orgy bit.
Vesca sighed. “Fine, forget it.”
The matter seemed to be settled. D had made it clear that such an undignified event was really not his thing. Conversation over.
The matter was so settled that it might have never been stirred up. Which was why Vesca was so surprised to see D striding into the dance hall, dressed like a reasonably normal person. A really hot reasonably normal person.
“I’m pretending to be American,” D said, pre-empting his question, “and you are not to say a thing.” I’m pretending to be human, and you should be so honoured by my presence.
Then D shifted, and Vesca was sufficiently distracted by the tight shirt and D’s bare arms not to press it.
“Want to dance?” he asked, not sure if it was meant to be a joke.
D’s glare was answer enough.
end.
AN: ANYways, please give me your thoughts.
Edit: 11/04/07:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
cheloya made art of Papa D!!!!!! It's so pretty, you have to click the link! <3<3<3
Title: Costume Party
Fandom: Petshop of Horrors
Pairing/Characters: Papa D/Vesca
Rating: PG
Words: 222
Notes/Summary: Vesca asks D to a costume party. D doesn't like that idea.
“Come on, D, everyone’s gonna be there.”
D raised an irritatingly perfect eyebrow. (Vesca just knew he plucked.) “You don’t really expect me to attend a costume party, do you?”
His tone made it very clear that by ‘me’ he meant my royal majesty, your lord and master, and that a costume party was little better than an orgy of worms situated in a garbage dump. Except that this was D, and he’d probably be into the worm-orgy bit.
Vesca sighed. “Fine, forget it.”
The matter seemed to be settled. D had made it clear that such an undignified event was really not his thing. Conversation over.
The matter was so settled that it might have never been stirred up. Which was why Vesca was so surprised to see D striding into the dance hall, dressed like a reasonably normal person. A really hot reasonably normal person.
“I’m pretending to be American,” D said, pre-empting his question, “and you are not to say a thing.” I’m pretending to be human, and you should be so honoured by my presence.
Then D shifted, and Vesca was sufficiently distracted by the tight shirt and D’s bare arms not to press it.
“Want to dance?” he asked, not sure if it was meant to be a joke.
D’s glare was answer enough.
end.
AN: ANYways, please give me your thoughts.
Edit: 11/04/07:
cheloya made art of Papa D!!!!!! It's so pretty, you have to click the link! <3<3<3