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[June 9] [Original] A Minor Inconvenience
Title: A Minor Inconvenience
Day/Theme: June 9, 2011 "That is one thing you don't want to do to yourself."
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Tib, etc.
Rating: PG
Just because you can take a bullet doesn't mean you want to. Getting shoot and knocked off a balcony into stack of rubbish in an alleyway isn't the best way to end a week. Maybe Tib shouldn't be complaining, but it really is a pain. John paid for his current outfit and he wouldn't be keen on having to deal with dry cleaning or replacing it. "Don't get in fights when you're wearing dress clothes," he would complain. Well. Well, maybe John wouldn't get to hear about this particular incident. Tib was an adult, even if John was older. He could take care of his own clothes. He could pay for his own pitfalls.
"Geez," the man who'd shot Tib muttered, leaning over the railing, "He's still twitching."
"Point blank and everything?" his companion passed him a cloth he'd brought along with him for the sole purpose of cleaning any hands or weapons sullied in the offing of the Camillo Gang's irritating man.
"I can hear you, you know!" Tib yelled up to them. ...what a day.
Day/Theme: June 9, 2011 "That is one thing you don't want to do to yourself."
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Tib, etc.
Rating: PG
Just because you can take a bullet doesn't mean you want to. Getting shoot and knocked off a balcony into stack of rubbish in an alleyway isn't the best way to end a week. Maybe Tib shouldn't be complaining, but it really is a pain. John paid for his current outfit and he wouldn't be keen on having to deal with dry cleaning or replacing it. "Don't get in fights when you're wearing dress clothes," he would complain. Well. Well, maybe John wouldn't get to hear about this particular incident. Tib was an adult, even if John was older. He could take care of his own clothes. He could pay for his own pitfalls.
"Geez," the man who'd shot Tib muttered, leaning over the railing, "He's still twitching."
"Point blank and everything?" his companion passed him a cloth he'd brought along with him for the sole purpose of cleaning any hands or weapons sullied in the offing of the Camillo Gang's irritating man.
"I can hear you, you know!" Tib yelled up to them. ...what a day.