Uh... well. I guess, really, there's
only one possible response for that.
Ah... ha! Holy shit, Lung actually gives a shit about someone.
You'd better learn to swim, little carp.
"Would you like the miko to be there, too?"
I love that her very FIRST response to something weird happening is to blame Sunny.
*hopeless laughter* Between this and the butt wiggling from wagging earlier, I'm dying. I'm dying.
*reads on*
*reads the thread*
*comes back*
Oh, I'll just BET you're smug! No wonder you were all muddy. How much digging did you have to do to drag THAT up out of the ocean?
"You see, once upon time, Farrah Fawcett was asked to pose for a pin-up, and...."
Hey, man. Capes didn't invent the tea ceremony. If they HAD, it would have involved a mid-ceremony fight to the death or something.
...yes, that's going to go well for you. I applaud your initiative.
(You dumb bastard.)
Meanwhile, in some other dimension, Sunny is staring at the bulk of Lung's Shard with a DEFINITE "Do you feel lucky, punk?" look on her face.
(It doesn't feel lucky.)
*laughs* He CAN be taught!
Meanwhile, in front of the temple, Oni Lee will deny the smile he's currently wearing to his dying day.
*checks the thread* Huh. I learned something new today! Awesome!
One, Lung's disbelief here is delicious.
Two, WHEN THE HELL DID YOU FEEL A NATIONAL TREASURE OF JAPAN TO COMPARE THIS ONE TO?! ...stop posing like that, Sunny. You know what I meant.
"I gave him tea."
"Is that so. Excuse me, I need to go make myself throw up until I see shoe leather."
One, I'm amused at Lung's surprise here. I bet it's been a long time since someone actually bothered to SHOW their anger with him.
Two, I'm helplessly laughing at Taylor's reasons there. Like if he'd been dressed properly, the other problems would have been okay, you know?
He can STILL be taught!
*opens mouth*
*pauses*
*closes mouth*
No. No jokes about Taylor welcoming Lung's right hand. (Has anyone ever actually seen a Taylor/Lung fic? I mean, there has to be one out there, right?)
And now I have a mental image of the ABB on strike. Holding signs ("Hell no, we won't sell blow!"), doing interviews about fair wages ("Obviously, the Merchants are deliberately undercutting our blowjob rates."), picketing businesses who won't vote for them.... It makes me laugh.
And that's how the Nazis started to have a Very Bad Week.
Slowly, carefully, Lung started edging towards the nearest lightning rod....
Ah, yes. That's the Southern Hospitality kind of "Honored Guest." You know, the one that can best be translated into "motherfucker."
Yesssss. You're letting her have her sidewalks because she's no trouble. NOT because she's bringing your friend back to you. Oh, no. No, you don't care about him at all! You don't care about ANYONE.
(You're not fooling anyone here, except yourself.)
