there was a whole lot of zip then it went boom (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} swear_jar) wrote,@ 2008-10-30 22:42:00 |
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we are bad news coda-ish thingydoofer
Just a wee bit of silliness to gross out and amuseapiphile on her birthday (GO PRAISE HER OR READ HER FIC AND PRAISE IT OR READ OUR FIC AND PRAISE US? It's her birthday, come ooooon!) that I have been instructed I must post here. Coda-ish-missing-scene-ish thing for "We Are Bad News (Well HE Is)" wherein Frank is gross:
Frank wanders through from the bunks with Bob close behind, Bob makes his way outside, smokes in hand and Frank plonks himself down on the lounge, hair a mess and lips curved up in a close mouthed smile.
"Frank, do you have the latest Batman?" Gerard asks, inspecting his nails.
Frank doesn't reply.
"Frank, do you know where my soft coal eyeliner went?" Gerard tries again, looking up.
Frank just stares. His lips are very, very red.
"Frank!"
"Frank, is it okay if I borrow your copy of Texas Chainsaw Massacre to watch with Pete?" Mikey asks.
Frank shakes his head, but doesn't say anything.
"If you don't say "no" within the next four seconds, I will assume that is a yes,” Mikey says.
Frank doesn't speak. He pokes his tongue around in his mouth, prodding it against his cheeks, puffing them out a little like he's tasting wine. Except he doesn't spit.
"Frank. FRANK? HELLO FRANK?"
Frank crosses his eyes at Gerard, but doesn't speak.
"What the hell is his problem?"
"I dunno," Mikey doesn't actually care. He is on his phone with Pete, telling him they're watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre tonight.
Bob comes back inside from where he's been smoking and getting air or whatever, heads straight to his bunk.
Frank follows him back to the bunk area.
... There's a moment of silence, then a serious and horrified "WHAT THE FUCK, FRANK, FUCK! NO FUCKING SPITTING, NO FUCKING SPITTING AND NO SPITTING FUCKING COME."
Frank's laughter carries through the bus.
"What the fuck?" Gerard yells towards the bunks.
"Latest Batman's in the bag, your coal eyeliner's my make-up bag, you let Wentz touch the Massacre and you die Mikeyway, HELLO GEE," Frank yells, nearly falling on his face as he comes run-stumbling through to the lounge, "sorry, I just had my mouth ffff--"
Frank's abruptly muffled as Bob grabs him and shoves a sock in his mouth. “Bathroom!” Bob snaps, then “cigarettes! No, bathroom. No. Cigarettes… bathroom first.”
"Hey! That's mine!" Gerard says, indignant.
Frank spits out the sock and half gags, half grins.
"You don't want it back," Bob says. "You just... you don't." He stuffs it into his cargo shorts pocket and follows Frank to the bathroom.
Just a wee bit of silliness to gross out and amuse
apiphile on her birthday (GO PRAISE HER OR READ HER FIC AND PRAISE IT OR READ OUR FIC AND PRAISE US? It's her birthday, come ooooon!) that I have been instructed I must post here. Coda-ish-missing-scene-ish thing for "We Are Bad News (Well HE Is)" wherein Frank is gross: Frank wanders through from the bunks with Bob close behind, Bob makes his way outside, smokes in hand and Frank plonks himself down on the lounge, hair a mess and lips curved up in a close mouthed smile.
"Frank, do you have the latest Batman?" Gerard asks, inspecting his nails.
Frank doesn't reply.
"Frank, do you know where my soft coal eyeliner went?" Gerard tries again, looking up.
Frank just stares. His lips are very, very red.
"Frank!"
"Frank, is it okay if I borrow your copy of Texas Chainsaw Massacre to watch with Pete?" Mikey asks.
Frank shakes his head, but doesn't say anything.
"If you don't say "no" within the next four seconds, I will assume that is a yes,” Mikey says.
Frank doesn't speak. He pokes his tongue around in his mouth, prodding it against his cheeks, puffing them out a little like he's tasting wine. Except he doesn't spit.
"Frank. FRANK? HELLO FRANK?"
Frank crosses his eyes at Gerard, but doesn't speak.
"What the hell is his problem?"
"I dunno," Mikey doesn't actually care. He is on his phone with Pete, telling him they're watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre tonight.
Bob comes back inside from where he's been smoking and getting air or whatever, heads straight to his bunk.
Frank follows him back to the bunk area.
... There's a moment of silence, then a serious and horrified "WHAT THE FUCK, FRANK, FUCK! NO FUCKING SPITTING, NO FUCKING SPITTING AND NO SPITTING FUCKING COME."
Frank's laughter carries through the bus.
"What the fuck?" Gerard yells towards the bunks.
"Latest Batman's in the bag, your coal eyeliner's my make-up bag, you let Wentz touch the Massacre and you die Mikeyway, HELLO GEE," Frank yells, nearly falling on his face as he comes run-stumbling through to the lounge, "sorry, I just had my mouth ffff--"
Frank's abruptly muffled as Bob grabs him and shoves a sock in his mouth. “Bathroom!” Bob snaps, then “cigarettes! No, bathroom. No. Cigarettes… bathroom first.”
"Hey! That's mine!" Gerard says, indignant.
Frank spits out the sock and half gags, half grins.
"You don't want it back," Bob says. "You just... you don't." He stuffs it into his cargo shorts pocket and follows Frank to the bathroom.
