Trading
Title: Trading
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Summary: They didn’t ask for this.
“You know, I bet I could get away with duct taping Starsmore to a wall and using the bugger for target practice.”
Chris dropped an empty beer bottle into the recycling bin. “Which one? Yours or mine?”
Lance Montgomery threw his hands in the air. “How about both? Solve both our problems in one go.”
“I don’t think Keller would go for that. Besides, my Starsmore isn’t a problem. Besides the belching flame and the general sullenness… but all teenagers are like that.”
“Wanna trade?”
“Ha ha, fuck you, noise boy. The last thing my squad needs is an empath.”
“I’ll take the Guthrie girl. She’s got the same powers as me, so I could train her better.”
Chris cocked an eyebrow at his hirsute drinking buddy. “I’ll trade you my Guthrie for your Foley.”
“No way in hell. Foley’s the only sane one I’ve got. How about the prince?”
“If you can find him, you’re welcome to him, but I still won’t take your Starsmore.”
“You know,” Julian Keller sighed as he dug through the fridge for a snack, “these kids aren’t trading cards.”
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Summary: They didn’t ask for this.
“You know, I bet I could get away with duct taping Starsmore to a wall and using the bugger for target practice.”
Chris dropped an empty beer bottle into the recycling bin. “Which one? Yours or mine?”
Lance Montgomery threw his hands in the air. “How about both? Solve both our problems in one go.”
“I don’t think Keller would go for that. Besides, my Starsmore isn’t a problem. Besides the belching flame and the general sullenness… but all teenagers are like that.”
“Wanna trade?”
“Ha ha, fuck you, noise boy. The last thing my squad needs is an empath.”
“I’ll take the Guthrie girl. She’s got the same powers as me, so I could train her better.”
Chris cocked an eyebrow at his hirsute drinking buddy. “I’ll trade you my Guthrie for your Foley.”
“No way in hell. Foley’s the only sane one I’ve got. How about the prince?”
“If you can find him, you’re welcome to him, but I still won’t take your Starsmore.”
“You know,” Julian Keller sighed as he dug through the fridge for a snack, “these kids aren’t trading cards.”