Tin Man Drabble requests 11.0

[surranndie]

Let's get this party started! Also, help me get back to the best part of our lovely fandom - Glitch and Cain. I love other pairings like crazy (duh...), so if anyone has a burning desire for other (slash) pairings, I'll definitely fill those requests.

But - really. Glitch/Cain. *sage nod*

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[oddsbobs.livejournal.com]

Glitch and Cain have to have a Talk with DG. About what, you decide.

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

"What's going on?" DG's tone was calm, slow and suspicious. She watched as Cain took just one step away from the door he had just closed, effectively trapping her (along with Cain and Glitch) in the study.

Glitch cleared his throat, nervous and fussing with the sleeve of his shirt. He buttoned and unbuttoned the closure at the wrist, over and over. "We...that us, as your advisors...well, that's not exactly right, either..."

"Glitch, you're terrible at this," Cain butted in. "Listen, Princess. It's come to our attention that what you've been doing is completely unacceptable for a woman in your position. The gossip is getting out of hand and pretty soon it's going to get out of the palace. This behavior has got to stop."

DG's eyes went wide and she sat heavily on a convenient armchair. "This is an intervention," she accused.

"I...suppose, if that's what you'd called it where you came from," Cain frowned in confusion. "The point is, as your temporary handlers, it's our job to make you aware of things you're doing that could damage your image as a prominent member of the royal family. That said...this," he waved his hand vaguely in her general direction, "has got to stop. Now."

"What, exactly, is it that's got to stop?" DG sounded honestly confused.

Glitch gave a nervous chuckle and stood, attempting to defuse the tension before it got out of hand. Put DG and Cain in a room together and eventually, the claws came out. Usually Cain's; the man was simply too easily frustrated (as witnessed the first day he met Ambrose and drew a gun on him because he couldn't think fast enough).

"Glitch?"

Startled, Glitch blinked rapidly. "What? Oh, right. I was going to say something, wasn't I?" He gave a breathy laugh. "It's...well, it's your choice of...and the way they..."

"Oh, for the gods' sake," Cain bellowed, making the other two jump. "It's your damn boots, DG," he pointed at the offending articles of clothing. "They're huge and black and they leave prints all over when you come in from outside and they squeak during meetings. Also? They don't go with anything you wear. They've got to go."

DG's mouth twitched and for a few uncertain breaths, Cain and Glitch were certain that they had made the Princess cry.

Then she snickered, totally unladylike. "That's...that's it?" she very nearly howled with mirth. "My BOOTS?"

"Well, yes," Glitch gawped and pointed. "They're truly horrible."

It took several more minutes before DG could catch her breath long enough to get a word out. She finally wiped her eyes, a couple of chuckles escaping as she calmed herself. "This has been the most bizarre intervention I could imagine. I'm getting fashion advise from a cop and my childhood science teacher."

"So? You'll find more appropriate footware then?"

"No. But thank you for your concern."

[amedia.livejournal.com]

Put DG and Cain in a room together and eventually, the claws came out.

Hee hee hee!

"This has been the most bizarre intervention I could imagine. I'm getting fashion advise from a cop and my childhood science teacher."

ROFL!!!! I can totally hear her say this - in her "you are out of your tiny minds!" voice.

This is ADORABLE!!!!



I think you mean "advice" and "footwear" *puts down blue pencil and apologizes*

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

\o/ Thank you!!

Yeah, I probably did mean those things. But since I'm incredibly lazy and forget to hit the "check spelling" box before hitting "post," those things tend to slip through since I don't really beta these things.

~drabble fail~ *hangs head in shame* I really do appreciate the editing, though!! :D

[amedia.livejournal.com]

Oh NOEZ! I did not mean to make you feel like fail! *flails*

I forget, you can't edit comments once someone has responded, so it's pointless to point out typos in commentfic. It's just you hardly ever make them, so these stood out way more than most people's would've. *clings to surr's ankles and begs forgiveness*

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

*hides in further shame* Actually, I can edit comments (as long as I do it before anyone replies to the comment itself). It's a feature of paid accounts. But...I'm reluctant to do that because every edit of a comment leads to it getting resent to the person. So, for example, I edited one of the drabbles twice after posting and so that person ended up with 3 copies in their inbox. Which leaves we with an elaborate excuse to be lazy and not edit! Bwahaha!!

[amedia.livejournal.com]

Actually, I can edit comments (as long as I do it before anyone replies to the comment itself)

That's what I meant - by mentioning it *in a comment response* I make it impossible to accomplish precisely by the act of mentioning it! (There's a nifty paradox in there somewhere)

But also, I admire your restraint in not filling up people's mailboxes. There is something a little bit sad in seeing what looks like x number of comments but then realizing it's only x-3 because of the edited replies. *hugs you for your thoughtfulness*

[oddsbobs.livejournal.com]

HOWLING

WITH

LAUGHTER!!

I really was hoping you'd go a weird route with the Talk scenario (of course, it's you, so I should have expected it). This was perfect. BOOTS!

"They don't go with anything you wear." <-- from Cain? AHAHAHAHA!

I think I would have reacted like DG. A fashion intervention from the fashion police! *snicker*

THANK YOU SOOO MUCH!

[surranndie.livejournal.com]

WELCOME!!!!!!! *GRIN*

Of *course* I have to go the weird route with the prompt! \o/