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feather_qwill ([personal profile] feather_qwill) wrote2009-01-14 01:20 am

Swim Team Cheer Squad [G - Vesca/Papa D - PSoH]

Because I am SO UBERLY AWESOME, I wrote your meany prompt, [insanejournal.com profile] cheloya. Now give me a proper one! :P


Title: Swim Team Cheer Squad
Fandom: Petshop of Horrors
Pairing/Characters: Papa D/Vesca
Rating: G
Words: 100, exactly

Notes/Summary: Vesca is evil.







Vesca’d twisted his ankle; he wouldn’t be competing today.

Still, still, he’d forced D to come. As if D didn’t have better things to do - say, bringing an ultimate end to all swim meets forever by exterminating the human race with a cunningly designed biological weapon of his own creation. Yes. That would be much more entertaining.

“Go, go, Dasheeeeeeers!” Vesca hollered as his team emerged from the showers. A cacophony of other voices joined his.

The whistle blew. Twice.

D winced.

Vesca laughed. “Hangover, Dee?” It was revenge, definitely.

Maybe he shouldn’t have given Vesca that hallucinogen-laced tea.





end.

[identity profile] cheloya.insanejournal.com 2009-01-14 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, Vesca. You are so adorable. Such a team player.

At least until certain people leave you hanging for a decade and you go all loose-cannon on the FBI. >_>

[identity profile] feather_qwill.insanejournal.com 2009-01-14 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
*nodnod* Adorable, yes, agreed. Papa D is a very Bad Boyfriend.

[identity profile] cheloya.insanejournal.com 2009-01-14 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
You just made me think of Vesca as an Abused Girlfriend and oh dear god, the pain of my laughter.

[identity profile] feather_qwill.insanejournal.com 2009-01-14 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
cheloya <---- FAIL.


My roomie is looking at me all funny now, cause I can't stop laughing. Grr.

[identity profile] cheloya.insanejournal.com 2009-01-14 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
YOU SAID IT.

I just extrapolated. :D

[identity profile] feather_qwill.insanejournal.com 2009-01-14 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
*looks at icon*

*cracks up*

God, you've done it again.