Orin Drake (wickedorin) wrote in uber_crack,
Orin Drake
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HOLY CRACK!

Look! I'm sill alive! Have a weird drabble-y thing! (Come back, cosmotwitch! I have CRACK!!!)

Title: Anatomy
Rating/Warnings: Fondling! My crack version of characters, too...
Summary/Everything Else: Cloud's not getting his homework done... and no one it really helping.




"What's the matter, Spike?"

The youngest sighed, looking very much in pain as he threw down his pencil and answered Zack's question. "Anatomy. I hate this. Naming parts of things I didn't even know existed with terms that make no sense and I can't even pronounce half this stuff!"

Reno peeked over Zack's shoulder at all the books laid out on the table. "Y'should be a Turk then." He suggested.

Cloud allowed himself to look mildly hopeful for a moment. "You don't have to study anatomy if you're going to be a Turk?"

The redhead pointed to a random picture. "Well, it's cooler. See, these don't tell you where to strike to kill a man. These books aren't any fun."

The look of hope vanished. "Yeah. Thanks."

"Hey." Zack suddenly cocked his hips and put on the suave routine. "We could show you some... anatomy."

Cloud's sound of dismissal was even more harsh than usual. "I'm kinda too stressed right now."

The other two boys shared a look of horror before Zack spoke again. "Too... stressed? Aw!"

"You can 'aw' all you want." The blond sighed, turning back to his books. "I have to finish this before I can relax... but I have to relax in order to finish this... so I'm just... I... ugh."

What might have passed for a look of sympathy moved neatly over Reno's eyes--quickly. "Well, we can still study anatomy."

Zack opened his mouth to make a joke--finding all of the wind knocked out of him as he was pounced and then fondled by the redhead. "Ow!"

"What?" Reno mocked a concerned tone with a smirk, pinning the boy beneath him.

Zack sniffed in a dramatic fashion, then moaned miserably, "I think you hurt my pricktoid."

A loud thud was heard behind them. Cloud had fallen out of his chair and onto the floor, curled up and laughing so hard he couldn't make a sound.




I would sincerely like to thank my husband for coming up with the word "pricktoid". Now I... really can't look at Altoids the same way.

There's... some fondling, at least.
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