Wet Dog
Title: Wet Dog
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/20 Stink
Character/Pairing: Benji, Bruce
Rating: PG
Word Count: 218
Summary: Infinite cosmic power pales in comparison to raw Altman-Kaplan meanness.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine!
Benji wrinkled his note, moving from the wall to the ceiling in a fluid, graceful motion as he looked around the room. “Man, what smells like wet-”
Bruce growled softly from where he was sitting, a towel draped over his head. His glasses were perched on the tip of his nose, and his eyes narrowed to slits as he watched the young Parker. “Don’t finish that sentence. I know where you sleep.”
There was a pause. “Becca is a lot scarier than you are,” Benji said, “and she likes me.”
“I have near infinite cosmic power.” Bruce tossed the towel he’d been using away in a fit of pique. “How is she scarier than me?”
“I’m sorry.” Benji swung off the ceiling, landing gracefully on the table. “Have you met Rebecca Altman-Kaplan? She Who Must Be Obeyed? Princess of the Universe, yadda yadda?”
Bruce swiveled his chair around, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Yeah, we’ve met. She’s not so tough.”
Benji studied his friend and teammate, then laughed. “Dude, what color is the sky in your world?”
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/20 Stink
Character/Pairing: Benji, Bruce
Rating: PG
Word Count: 218
Summary: Infinite cosmic power pales in comparison to raw Altman-Kaplan meanness.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine!
Benji wrinkled his note, moving from the wall to the ceiling in a fluid, graceful motion as he looked around the room. “Man, what smells like wet-”
Bruce growled softly from where he was sitting, a towel draped over his head. His glasses were perched on the tip of his nose, and his eyes narrowed to slits as he watched the young Parker. “Don’t finish that sentence. I know where you sleep.”
There was a pause. “Becca is a lot scarier than you are,” Benji said, “and she likes me.”
“I have near infinite cosmic power.” Bruce tossed the towel he’d been using away in a fit of pique. “How is she scarier than me?”
“I’m sorry.” Benji swung off the ceiling, landing gracefully on the table. “Have you met Rebecca Altman-Kaplan? She Who Must Be Obeyed? Princess of the Universe, yadda yadda?”
Bruce swiveled his chair around, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Yeah, we’ve met. She’s not so tough.”
Benji studied his friend and teammate, then laughed. “Dude, what color is the sky in your world?”