"Whatever"
Series: xXxHolic
Rating: PG
Pairing: Clow x Yuuko (kinda)
Word Count: 259
Whatever the safest course would have been to adopt in situations of peril (or stupidity, or instances requiring map-reading skills), it was more than likely that Yuuko would disregard it (she especially hated it when Clow tried to point out the obvious or the very likely painful, and made a point to thrust those situations upon him without the slightest provocation). And oddly enough, she wasn’t being merely contrary; somewhere deep within her fathomless eyes (opium eyes, one worshipper had murmured before she had laughed him out of her shop) there was a scenario playing out that would influence the present moment she was ensconced in.
“Unfortunately,” she told Clow (her voice was unusually acerbic that day; upon recollection, he must have been complaining of visions again), “I see things all the time and I can’t turn them off. You at least have a modicum of control over your little prophecies, you deranged old coot. And the visions you haven’t control over are likely to be delirium tremens. I wouldn’t be surprised in the least if that what all your visions were, actually, the way you’ve been Bogarting my very special alcohol.”
”What’s so special about a case of lukewarm beer?” Clow mumbled sullenly though his hangover, glaring fuzzily at her (Yuuko had stolen his glasses and was wearing them as a combined trophy and tiara that he wasn’t quite certain she would be able to get out her hair). He huffed miserably, fishing for some way to retaliate. “And you horrible creature, Bogarting is only for cigarettes.”
Notes: I think the whole first paragraph is superfluous, but it's waaaaay too late for me to edit it out.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Clow x Yuuko (kinda)
Word Count: 259
Whatever the safest course would have been to adopt in situations of peril (or stupidity, or instances requiring map-reading skills), it was more than likely that Yuuko would disregard it (she especially hated it when Clow tried to point out the obvious or the very likely painful, and made a point to thrust those situations upon him without the slightest provocation). And oddly enough, she wasn’t being merely contrary; somewhere deep within her fathomless eyes (opium eyes, one worshipper had murmured before she had laughed him out of her shop) there was a scenario playing out that would influence the present moment she was ensconced in.
“Unfortunately,” she told Clow (her voice was unusually acerbic that day; upon recollection, he must have been complaining of visions again), “I see things all the time and I can’t turn them off. You at least have a modicum of control over your little prophecies, you deranged old coot. And the visions you haven’t control over are likely to be delirium tremens. I wouldn’t be surprised in the least if that what all your visions were, actually, the way you’ve been Bogarting my very special alcohol.”
”What’s so special about a case of lukewarm beer?” Clow mumbled sullenly though his hangover, glaring fuzzily at her (Yuuko had stolen his glasses and was wearing them as a combined trophy and tiara that he wasn’t quite certain she would be able to get out her hair). He huffed miserably, fishing for some way to retaliate. “And you horrible creature, Bogarting is only for cigarettes.”
Notes: I think the whole first paragraph is superfluous, but it's waaaaay too late for me to edit it out.