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rainbowfic2012-04-21 04:05 pm
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Fuzzy Wuzzy 4, Blush 2: Smoothie King
Author: Kat
Title: Smoothie King
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Fuzzy wuzzy 4 (favorite things) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers (raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens), blush 2 (first date) with Isana's paint-by-numbers (Lars and Danny’s ideal night out.).
Supplies and Materials: Nubs (Smoothie King section).
Word Count: 445.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Lars and Danny on a date.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Yeah, this is totally inspired by the Bowling for Soup song.
Danny snorted through a mouthful of pretzel and nodded at a couple awkwardly trying to kiss each other over by the ice cream stand. "Check out those losers. You'd think they never kissed somebody in their lives."
"Probably haven't," Lars said, poking through his own ice cream with his spoon. For chocolate chip, there was remarkably little chocolate in it. "At least not each other. Ah, the awkwardness of first dates."
"Haha, yeah, remember how you were scared to hold my hand?" Danny laughed. "Ooh, my palm might get all sweaty and then she'll think I'm weird."
"Hey," he objected, pointing his spoon at her for emphasis. "You knew I was weird when we got into this. I was more worried about you smacking me 'cause you're not the hand-holding type."
She nodded, acknowledging the point. "Fair enough. And at least you were never as awkward as that guy."
Said guy was currently laughing, with an uncomfortable smile on his face that made it clear he wasn't doing it because something was funny. "True that," Lars said, loading his spoon with as much ice cream as he could fit on it.
"Hey." Danny swallowed her last bite of pretzel and added, "Let's go get matching tattoos."
"Better be temporary," Lars said, and ate his spoonful of ice cream, adding through it, "I am not man enough to get a real one."
She punched him in the shoulder. "I know that. There's this new henna place, or some shit like that. Totally temporary. I want you to put my name on your ass."
Lars gave her a look. "A badge of ownership? Really? Well, if I do that you have to get raindrops on roses."
"Oh, fuck you," she said, and laughed. "I am so not that kind of favorite things girl. Whiskers on kittens or no deal."
"Very butch," he said, loading up another spoonful. "You won't get roses, which at least have thorns, but you'll go for the kittens?"
"Everybody likes kittens," Danny said. "Chuck Norris likes kittens. You better like kittens or we're breaking up."
He shrugged. "I like kittens. They're cute and all that."
"So I'll get a kitten," Danny said, "and you get Property of Danny Sierbenski on your ass. Awesome. Let's do this."
Lars tossed the paper cup his ice cream had come in and allowed her to tow him off towards the henna place or whatever it was. "Do you suppose other people do normal things on dates? Like... I don't know, compliment each other."
"Probably," Danny said, "but that's boring."
He grinned. "And that's why I love you."
"Shut up, dummy," she said, and blew him a kiss.
Title: Smoothie King
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Fuzzy wuzzy 4 (favorite things) with shadowsong's paint-by-numbers (raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens), blush 2 (first date) with Isana's paint-by-numbers (Lars and Danny’s ideal night out.).
Supplies and Materials: Nubs (Smoothie King section).
Word Count: 445.
Rating: PG.
Summary: Lars and Danny on a date.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Yeah, this is totally inspired by the Bowling for Soup song.
Danny snorted through a mouthful of pretzel and nodded at a couple awkwardly trying to kiss each other over by the ice cream stand. "Check out those losers. You'd think they never kissed somebody in their lives."
"Probably haven't," Lars said, poking through his own ice cream with his spoon. For chocolate chip, there was remarkably little chocolate in it. "At least not each other. Ah, the awkwardness of first dates."
"Haha, yeah, remember how you were scared to hold my hand?" Danny laughed. "Ooh, my palm might get all sweaty and then she'll think I'm weird."
"Hey," he objected, pointing his spoon at her for emphasis. "You knew I was weird when we got into this. I was more worried about you smacking me 'cause you're not the hand-holding type."
She nodded, acknowledging the point. "Fair enough. And at least you were never as awkward as that guy."
Said guy was currently laughing, with an uncomfortable smile on his face that made it clear he wasn't doing it because something was funny. "True that," Lars said, loading his spoon with as much ice cream as he could fit on it.
"Hey." Danny swallowed her last bite of pretzel and added, "Let's go get matching tattoos."
"Better be temporary," Lars said, and ate his spoonful of ice cream, adding through it, "I am not man enough to get a real one."
She punched him in the shoulder. "I know that. There's this new henna place, or some shit like that. Totally temporary. I want you to put my name on your ass."
Lars gave her a look. "A badge of ownership? Really? Well, if I do that you have to get raindrops on roses."
"Oh, fuck you," she said, and laughed. "I am so not that kind of favorite things girl. Whiskers on kittens or no deal."
"Very butch," he said, loading up another spoonful. "You won't get roses, which at least have thorns, but you'll go for the kittens?"
"Everybody likes kittens," Danny said. "Chuck Norris likes kittens. You better like kittens or we're breaking up."
He shrugged. "I like kittens. They're cute and all that."
"So I'll get a kitten," Danny said, "and you get Property of Danny Sierbenski on your ass. Awesome. Let's do this."
Lars tossed the paper cup his ice cream had come in and allowed her to tow him off towards the henna place or whatever it was. "Do you suppose other people do normal things on dates? Like... I don't know, compliment each other."
"Probably," Danny said, "but that's boring."
He grinned. "And that's why I love you."
"Shut up, dummy," she said, and blew him a kiss.
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