Team Uniforms
Title: Team Uniforms
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Summary: Is it that bad to show a little skin?
“Alright you squirrelly pests, I’m here. What do you want?” Lucian growled, striding into the dorm room.
The Ford brothers shut the door. “We should wait for T’Cullak,” Sean told Lucian.
“He’s going home for the weekend.” Lucian sprawled on one of the beds, looking bored and annoyed. “What have you two cooked up this time?”
“Look out the window and tell me what you see,” Eric instructed. Lucian arched a pale eyebrow, but did as he was told.
“I see our classmates,” he said. “What-”
“What we see-”
“Are scantily clad females. Loads and loads of skin and pretty girls.”
“Do you two realize how very creepy it is when you finish each other’s sentences?” Lucian asked. “Seriously, it’s disturbing.”
“That’s not important.” Sean leaned against the window. “The point it, we’re the only squad where the girls aren’t running around half naked.”
Lucian paused for a moment, digesting the information. “…so?”
“So? So? It’s grossly unfair that we’re the only team that doesn’t get to see tons of lovely, nubile flesh when we practice.”
“T’Cullak’s usually mostly naked,” Lucian reminded the twins.
“Yeah, but he’s a guy.”
“And he almost never shows up anyway.”
“Maybe we could find a way to turn him into a chick.”
Eric shook his head violently. “But that’s not the point. The point is, we need your help, Lucian, to get the girls mostly naked.”
“Still not following you,” Lucian admitted.
“Foresight said we could vote on what kind of uniforms the team has. We want you to vote for our design.”
“T’Cullak always skips these things, so with your vote, we have the majority.”
“No more burqua. No more leather jacket.”
“You know, if Raia and Angel don’t get you, their fathers will.”
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Summary: Is it that bad to show a little skin?
“Alright you squirrelly pests, I’m here. What do you want?” Lucian growled, striding into the dorm room.
The Ford brothers shut the door. “We should wait for T’Cullak,” Sean told Lucian.
“He’s going home for the weekend.” Lucian sprawled on one of the beds, looking bored and annoyed. “What have you two cooked up this time?”
“Look out the window and tell me what you see,” Eric instructed. Lucian arched a pale eyebrow, but did as he was told.
“I see our classmates,” he said. “What-”
“What we see-”
“Are scantily clad females. Loads and loads of skin and pretty girls.”
“Do you two realize how very creepy it is when you finish each other’s sentences?” Lucian asked. “Seriously, it’s disturbing.”
“That’s not important.” Sean leaned against the window. “The point it, we’re the only squad where the girls aren’t running around half naked.”
Lucian paused for a moment, digesting the information. “…so?”
“So? So? It’s grossly unfair that we’re the only team that doesn’t get to see tons of lovely, nubile flesh when we practice.”
“T’Cullak’s usually mostly naked,” Lucian reminded the twins.
“Yeah, but he’s a guy.”
“And he almost never shows up anyway.”
“Maybe we could find a way to turn him into a chick.”
Eric shook his head violently. “But that’s not the point. The point is, we need your help, Lucian, to get the girls mostly naked.”
“Still not following you,” Lucian admitted.
“Foresight said we could vote on what kind of uniforms the team has. We want you to vote for our design.”
“T’Cullak always skips these things, so with your vote, we have the majority.”
“No more burqua. No more leather jacket.”
“You know, if Raia and Angel don’t get you, their fathers will.”