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[Sept. 20] [Ace Attorney series] Dude, I'm, Like, a Poet
Title: Dude, I'm, Like, a Poet
Day/Theme: Sept. 20, 2010 "almost gold, almost amber, almost light"
Series: Ace Attorney series
Character/Pairing: Matt Engarde(/Juan Corrida), Celeste Inpax
Rating: PG
Ode to Juan Corrida. Seen through the filter of my alcohol, you are beautiful, almost. You are smooth and sinuous, all smirk and muscle and dark, tousled hair. Maybe if you took that idiotic straw out of your mouth for more than twenty seconds I would consent to kiss you. You know, just on a lark. To see what you'd say. You are alive, alight, aflame. Almost beautiful. I'll admit that much. Almost, but not quite.
"Matt. Matt, are you listening to me?" If the pretty little jerk didn't answer her soon, Celeste was going to snap her fingers in Matt's face. Then, if that didn't get his attention, she was leaving.
"Huh? Celeste, what's up?" His face was as dopey and innocent as ever.
"Just because I love you, don't think I can forgive you anything you do, Matt Engarde," Celeste fumed silently. She forced herself to keep smiling. They both had façades to support. "What were you thinking about?" she said sweetly instead. "They need you on set."
"I was thinking about Juan Corrida. You know, that lazy hack who plays the Jammin' Ninja. I was thinking about how amazing it felt to kick his sorry ass at that charity bowling tournament last week."
"Oh. Well, get moving. The show's stopped without you." Her false smile faded to a frown as she watched him move slowly away. What was his problem when it came to that Juan Corrida? It was weird. He was obsessed. And Juan, Celeste thought, was actually kind of cute.
Another ode to Juan Corrida. Or, like, part two, or something like that. Maybe if I got drunk, like, really drunk, so drunk I could live believably and say I didn't remember doing it, I'd sleep with you. You have nice eyes. Not onyx, not amber. You're actually even a little bit talented. I mean, you're good enough at stuff to provide a challenge for me. That's got to count for something. You're determined, and I like that. You're driven, and I respect that. No matter how much I dish out, you always come back for more. Juan Corrida, you are most beautiful. Almost.
That week's episode came to a close. The credits rolled. Matt stopped his haphazard mental composition to listen to Juan singing the ending theme. His voice was a little rough around the edges, but that showed it was real, not some synthesized honey.
If anyone had learned that Matt religiously watched each episode of his rival's show, he would have indignantly told them it was only to make fun of Juan and to see how lame the program was. Then he would've probably had to put all his willpower into not having them immediately killed. He didn't have a lot of restraint, so they'd better not be expecting much.
"Next time on the Jammin' Ninja," the overly excited voice over-exposited.
"Juan Corrida shows up half-naked on my doorstep, ready for a good time," Matt spoke over the narrator. Yeah, that was the episode he was waiting for.
Day/Theme: Sept. 20, 2010 "almost gold, almost amber, almost light"
Series: Ace Attorney series
Character/Pairing: Matt Engarde(/Juan Corrida), Celeste Inpax
Rating: PG
Ode to Juan Corrida. Seen through the filter of my alcohol, you are beautiful, almost. You are smooth and sinuous, all smirk and muscle and dark, tousled hair. Maybe if you took that idiotic straw out of your mouth for more than twenty seconds I would consent to kiss you. You know, just on a lark. To see what you'd say. You are alive, alight, aflame. Almost beautiful. I'll admit that much. Almost, but not quite.
"Matt. Matt, are you listening to me?" If the pretty little jerk didn't answer her soon, Celeste was going to snap her fingers in Matt's face. Then, if that didn't get his attention, she was leaving.
"Huh? Celeste, what's up?" His face was as dopey and innocent as ever.
"Just because I love you, don't think I can forgive you anything you do, Matt Engarde," Celeste fumed silently. She forced herself to keep smiling. They both had façades to support. "What were you thinking about?" she said sweetly instead. "They need you on set."
"I was thinking about Juan Corrida. You know, that lazy hack who plays the Jammin' Ninja. I was thinking about how amazing it felt to kick his sorry ass at that charity bowling tournament last week."
"Oh. Well, get moving. The show's stopped without you." Her false smile faded to a frown as she watched him move slowly away. What was his problem when it came to that Juan Corrida? It was weird. He was obsessed. And Juan, Celeste thought, was actually kind of cute.
Another ode to Juan Corrida. Or, like, part two, or something like that. Maybe if I got drunk, like, really drunk, so drunk I could live believably and say I didn't remember doing it, I'd sleep with you. You have nice eyes. Not onyx, not amber. You're actually even a little bit talented. I mean, you're good enough at stuff to provide a challenge for me. That's got to count for something. You're determined, and I like that. You're driven, and I respect that. No matter how much I dish out, you always come back for more. Juan Corrida, you are most beautiful. Almost.
That week's episode came to a close. The credits rolled. Matt stopped his haphazard mental composition to listen to Juan singing the ending theme. His voice was a little rough around the edges, but that showed it was real, not some synthesized honey.
If anyone had learned that Matt religiously watched each episode of his rival's show, he would have indignantly told them it was only to make fun of Juan and to see how lame the program was. Then he would've probably had to put all his willpower into not having them immediately killed. He didn't have a lot of restraint, so they'd better not be expecting much.
"Next time on the Jammin' Ninja," the overly excited voice over-exposited.
"Juan Corrida shows up half-naked on my doorstep, ready for a good time," Matt spoke over the narrator. Yeah, that was the episode he was waiting for.