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rainbowfic2015-07-30 11:25 pm
starphotographs) wrote in rainbowfic2015-07-30 11:25 pm
Alien Green 5
Name: starphotographs
Story: Corwin and Friends
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival, Duck Gallery: http://s1241.photobucket.com/user/rainbowficmods/media/Dead%20Time%202015/tumblr_nnzn3jDwpP1qhttpto2_1280.jpg.html)
Characters: Spenser (POV), Tyler
Colors: Alien Green 5 (Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask.)
Word Count: 338
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Some say there’s nothing more boring than listening to people describing their dreams. Others say those people just need more interesting friends.
Note: Gonna finish Alien Green by accident at this rate. XD
Tyler stopped mid-chew, stared thoughtfully at his fast-food burger, and swallowed hard.
“…Y’know, I had this dream last night. Had to feed a fuckin’ cheeseburger to a dragon, man.”
God, and I thought I came up with weird shit out of nowhere.
“Tyler, what the fuck?”
He paused to eat about five of his fries at once.
“Oh, like you make a whole shitton of sense… Anyway, like, yeah. I had to get it a burger. Don’t remember why.”
I ate a few of my own fries. The last of my fries, actually, which was a goddamn bummer.
“So… Did you?”
While Tyler wasn’t looking, I stole one of his fries. He noticed, slapped me, and went on with his story.
“Nah, man! I woke up before I could. And you know what made it hard? Fuckin’ dragon, kept, like, walkin’ on all the burger places and smashing them. Then people started trying to get me in trouble, because you can’t just, y’know, have a dragon. I guess that’s why I woke up… Too much stress, dude.”
He rubbed his head, like this was a real life-problem he had to deal with. I, on the other hand, thought it was the kind of problem I’d like to have.
“Tyler?”
“I mean god, Dragon, get your own cheeseburger for once… Hmm?”
“I want some of whatever you were smoking.”
Tyler held up one of his fries, watched it spin around in his fingers, the way someone normally would with a pencil.
“Man, I was like, asleep. But yeah, you can have some of what I was smoking before that. It’s the new stuff, actually. Pretty nice… And you know, I don’t have a dragon… And I ain’t givin’ up my cheeseburger… But we can feed this fry to a lizard if you want.”
He gestured towards his back room, then held up the fry he’d been fiddling with, grinning triumphantly. I love Tyler. The guy always has the best fucking ideas.
“Well shit, then, the fuck we waitin’ for!?”
starphotographsStory: Corwin and Friends
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival, Duck Gallery: http://s1241.photobucket.com/user/rainbowficmods/media/Dead%20Time%202015/tumblr_nnzn3jDwpP1qhttpto2_1280.jpg.html)
Characters: Spenser (POV), Tyler
Colors: Alien Green 5 (Dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to ask.)
Word Count: 338
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: Some say there’s nothing more boring than listening to people describing their dreams. Others say those people just need more interesting friends.
Note: Gonna finish Alien Green by accident at this rate. XD
Tyler stopped mid-chew, stared thoughtfully at his fast-food burger, and swallowed hard.
“…Y’know, I had this dream last night. Had to feed a fuckin’ cheeseburger to a dragon, man.”
God, and I thought I came up with weird shit out of nowhere.
“Tyler, what the fuck?”
He paused to eat about five of his fries at once.
“Oh, like you make a whole shitton of sense… Anyway, like, yeah. I had to get it a burger. Don’t remember why.”
I ate a few of my own fries. The last of my fries, actually, which was a goddamn bummer.
“So… Did you?”
While Tyler wasn’t looking, I stole one of his fries. He noticed, slapped me, and went on with his story.
“Nah, man! I woke up before I could. And you know what made it hard? Fuckin’ dragon, kept, like, walkin’ on all the burger places and smashing them. Then people started trying to get me in trouble, because you can’t just, y’know, have a dragon. I guess that’s why I woke up… Too much stress, dude.”
He rubbed his head, like this was a real life-problem he had to deal with. I, on the other hand, thought it was the kind of problem I’d like to have.
“Tyler?”
“I mean god, Dragon, get your own cheeseburger for once… Hmm?”
“I want some of whatever you were smoking.”
Tyler held up one of his fries, watched it spin around in his fingers, the way someone normally would with a pencil.
“Man, I was like, asleep. But yeah, you can have some of what I was smoking before that. It’s the new stuff, actually. Pretty nice… And you know, I don’t have a dragon… And I ain’t givin’ up my cheeseburger… But we can feed this fry to a lizard if you want.”
He gestured towards his back room, then held up the fry he’d been fiddling with, grinning triumphantly. I love Tyler. The guy always has the best fucking ideas.
“Well shit, then, the fuck we waitin’ for!?”
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