mieem, you'd better read this XD
The Ultimate Accessory Part 4
mostly only posted here for mrbeaky
Bleargh. too much posting to do.
anyways.... part 4
Howard woke up with a semi-naked body pressed up against him and his tail wound around someone else’s legs. He blearily remembered Vince sneaking onto the couch in the middle of the night.
He tried shifting away, suddenly feeling uncomfortable at the close contact, but Vince mumbled sleepily and cuddled closer.
Unfortunately for Howard, he was lying on the inside of the couch, with Vince between him and freedom. He was stuck.
He sighed and settled down to wait until Vince woke up.
1.5 Hours Later......
Howard’s leg was cramping, he really needed to go to the toilet and Vince’s hair was tickling his nose, meaning he was about to do the unthinkable and wake Vince up by sneezing.
“ACHOOOOOOooooo!!!!!!”
“Christy!” Vince woke with a yell. “What was that?”
“Your hair was up my nose!” Howard said indignantly.
Vince swung his legs around and sat up.
Howard jumped up and hopped to the bathroom, scowling and limping the whole way.
When Vince eventually appeared at the door to the bathroom, hair perfectly coiffed and a bathrobe wrapped around his slender form, Howard was nowhere to be found. The bin men had been remarkably accommodating when it can to Vince’s requests for root booster and hair straighteners.
Vince moved around the room singing to himself as he dressed. Occasionally he’d pull some shapes in between getting bits of clothing on.
He sauntered out of their shared room and made his way through palace to the outside.
By this stage he was used to the smell of the garbage and it no longer bothered him.
He rounded a corner and to his surprise came upon Howard sitting looking miserable.
“Hey Howard! What’s up?”
“Hey, Vince.... It’s nothing. Just, I love it here, the binmen are really nice and they respect me and look up to me like an older brother or a kind and caring uncle.”
“Right.” Vince was confused. He frowned slightly.
“But I miss the shop, and Naboo and Bollo. And we really needed to do some stocktaking. How are you coping without all your clothes and accessories to bandy about?”
No reply.
Howard looked up from where he’d been playing with the hem of his cape.
“Vince?”
But Vince was gone.
Howard sighed. Obviously he’d taken off at the mention of stocktaking. He went back to playing with the loose threads in his cape.
Vince had indeed wandered off when stocktaking came up, worried he was going to get a lecture on proper shop management.
He wanted to help Howard cheer up but didn’t think he could stand another lecture.
A yell echoed around the piles of garbage.
Howard jumped to his feet. That had sounded like Vince!
“Vince?!”
He rushed off in the direction the yell had come from, cape flying back from his shoulders.
He rounded a particularly large pile of random crap to be confronted with Vince struggling desperately with a huge garbage monster.
The monster had grabbed Vince around the middle with its forelimbs and was trying to eat him.
As his head was about to disappear into the gaping maws Vince caught sight of Howard.
“Howard, catch!”
Frantically, he tossed a bottle of nail varnish remover at Howard.
But, Howard being the klutz that he is he fumbled the catch and the bottle tumbled out of his hands and over his shoulder. Only to be brought triumphantly up, by Howard’s tail. He spun round and round, the bottle clutched tightly by his tail, before releasing it to smash all over the body and legs of the garbage monster.
Its garage fizzled and melted running like black waterfalls over the refuse.
It howled in anger or agony, it was hard to tell which, and released Vince who dropped with a relieved sigh into Howard’s waiting arms.
“I thought I was monster munch for a second there! Thanks Howard.”
“You’re welcome little man.”
Vince slipped awkwardly out of Howard’s arms. He stepped forward, head inclined slightly to the left. Howard looked at him suspiciously but didn’t back away.
Vince all at once darted in and kissed Howard gently on the lips.
Howard blinked.
Vince laughed. “It’s a thank you present. Don’t think I can’t hear you in the middle of the night.”
Howard blushed furiously. “Right back at ya, little man.”
Now it was supposed to be Vince’s turn to blush. He didn’t, merely laughing again and saying, “I never meant for you not to hear,” before bouncily walking back towards the castle.
Howard stared at his retreating back for a few seconds, before hurrying after his friend.
“We’d better get that map for that cockney nut job,” he said as Howard caught up.
“What?” Howard stared at him again. “Oh! Right. Yeah. I’ll ask the bin men if they’ve seen it, you never know what people throw out.”
also, mieem?
sexytimez or no sexytiemz?
mostly only posted here for mrbeaky
Bleargh. too much posting to do.
anyways.... part 4
Howard woke up with a semi-naked body pressed up against him and his tail wound around someone else’s legs. He blearily remembered Vince sneaking onto the couch in the middle of the night.
He tried shifting away, suddenly feeling uncomfortable at the close contact, but Vince mumbled sleepily and cuddled closer.
Unfortunately for Howard, he was lying on the inside of the couch, with Vince between him and freedom. He was stuck.
He sighed and settled down to wait until Vince woke up.
1.5 Hours Later......
Howard’s leg was cramping, he really needed to go to the toilet and Vince’s hair was tickling his nose, meaning he was about to do the unthinkable and wake Vince up by sneezing.
“ACHOOOOOOooooo!!!!!!”
“Christy!” Vince woke with a yell. “What was that?”
“Your hair was up my nose!” Howard said indignantly.
Vince swung his legs around and sat up.
Howard jumped up and hopped to the bathroom, scowling and limping the whole way.
When Vince eventually appeared at the door to the bathroom, hair perfectly coiffed and a bathrobe wrapped around his slender form, Howard was nowhere to be found. The bin men had been remarkably accommodating when it can to Vince’s requests for root booster and hair straighteners.
Vince moved around the room singing to himself as he dressed. Occasionally he’d pull some shapes in between getting bits of clothing on.
He sauntered out of their shared room and made his way through palace to the outside.
By this stage he was used to the smell of the garbage and it no longer bothered him.
He rounded a corner and to his surprise came upon Howard sitting looking miserable.
“Hey Howard! What’s up?”
“Hey, Vince.... It’s nothing. Just, I love it here, the binmen are really nice and they respect me and look up to me like an older brother or a kind and caring uncle.”
“Right.” Vince was confused. He frowned slightly.
“But I miss the shop, and Naboo and Bollo. And we really needed to do some stocktaking. How are you coping without all your clothes and accessories to bandy about?”
No reply.
Howard looked up from where he’d been playing with the hem of his cape.
“Vince?”
But Vince was gone.
Howard sighed. Obviously he’d taken off at the mention of stocktaking. He went back to playing with the loose threads in his cape.
Vince had indeed wandered off when stocktaking came up, worried he was going to get a lecture on proper shop management.
He wanted to help Howard cheer up but didn’t think he could stand another lecture.
A yell echoed around the piles of garbage.
Howard jumped to his feet. That had sounded like Vince!
“Vince?!”
He rushed off in the direction the yell had come from, cape flying back from his shoulders.
He rounded a particularly large pile of random crap to be confronted with Vince struggling desperately with a huge garbage monster.
The monster had grabbed Vince around the middle with its forelimbs and was trying to eat him.
As his head was about to disappear into the gaping maws Vince caught sight of Howard.
“Howard, catch!”
Frantically, he tossed a bottle of nail varnish remover at Howard.
But, Howard being the klutz that he is he fumbled the catch and the bottle tumbled out of his hands and over his shoulder. Only to be brought triumphantly up, by Howard’s tail. He spun round and round, the bottle clutched tightly by his tail, before releasing it to smash all over the body and legs of the garbage monster.
Its garage fizzled and melted running like black waterfalls over the refuse.
It howled in anger or agony, it was hard to tell which, and released Vince who dropped with a relieved sigh into Howard’s waiting arms.
“I thought I was monster munch for a second there! Thanks Howard.”
“You’re welcome little man.”
Vince slipped awkwardly out of Howard’s arms. He stepped forward, head inclined slightly to the left. Howard looked at him suspiciously but didn’t back away.
Vince all at once darted in and kissed Howard gently on the lips.
Howard blinked.
Vince laughed. “It’s a thank you present. Don’t think I can’t hear you in the middle of the night.”
Howard blushed furiously. “Right back at ya, little man.”
Now it was supposed to be Vince’s turn to blush. He didn’t, merely laughing again and saying, “I never meant for you not to hear,” before bouncily walking back towards the castle.
Howard stared at his retreating back for a few seconds, before hurrying after his friend.
“We’d better get that map for that cockney nut job,” he said as Howard caught up.
“What?” Howard stared at him again. “Oh! Right. Yeah. I’ll ask the bin men if they’ve seen it, you never know what people throw out.”
also, mieem?
sexytimez or no sexytiemz?