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Xander screamed as Andrew wrenched another piece of gunk from his leg.

"Stop carrying on like a big girl. It's your own fault for not listening when I told you to duck."

"I was catching up on my Spanish lessons." Xander nodded to the iPod that was still encased in the polymer binding his arm to his body. "I didn't expect to find your class catapulting goo across the gym."

"Look on the bright side, while your accidental test of the non-lethal restraint foam has highlighted some bugs we need to work out, it makes a great hair remover."


open_on_sundaychallenge #199: disobedience
Part of the London!verse


( 6 howls — talk to the wolf )
16th Jan, 2007 21:26 (UTC)
See, you got me all excited at that first line, that you were whumping the boy. Mmm. >:D Ahwell, if i can't have whumping i guess waxing will have to do. :P
16th Jan, 2007 22:06 (UTC)
He initially got whumped by the trebuchet launched goo, then Andrew got to rip it off in large, painful chunks. Does this count as whump?
25th Jan, 2007 12:41 (UTC)
Heh, kinda, but it's sad when there's no comfort. And i think, with you writing it, and Xander as the injured party, there's never gonna be any comfort. >:P
18th Jan, 2007 11:42 (UTC)
Maybe the slayers will appreciate not having to shave anymore, but men just can't take that kind of pain.
18th Jan, 2007 12:22 (UTC)
I wonder if Andrew enjoyed ripping the gunk off. Maybe there's something Andrew isn't telling me.
19th Jan, 2007 09:46 (UTC)
Maybe. It's always the quiet ones.
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