fandomhighdorms | Lupus Campfire, Sunday Morning

Entry tags:

Lupus Campfire, Sunday Morning

It was Sunday morning. And Reno the awesomely-detailed-action-figure-dammit was sitting outside, by the Lupus firepit. Grumpily.

There was no fire, as plastic and fire didn't tend to get along with one another very well.

There was no booze, as most of Reno's stash of bottles happened to be larger than him.

There was just a firepit. And a very grumpy piece of eight-inch-tall molded plastic.

[Open! As fireless firepits tend to be!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Toby had come by to find his big brother but stopped short when he saw the action figure. "Oh look, someone made a little doll of Reno to date their Ken doll!" Toby was as logical and as shirtless as ever.

Reno continued to be grumpy, crossing his arms and scowling up at -Oh. At Toby.

Okay. For his little brother, he'd at least try to behave.

"I ever mention that this island is freakin' weird?" It was intended to be a very conversational sort of statement. Really, it was more of a butthurt pout.

He wasn't going to be dating any Ken dolls, really.

A pause.

"And I'm an action figure, dammit."

Toby blinked. The doll was talking.

And moving.

"Reno?" he squeaked, eyebrows furrowed as the gears in his brain creaked to a standstill.

Reno pinched the bridge of his nose as best he could, given that most of his fingers were actually sculpted together.

"Yeah, Toby. It's Reno, yo." He looked up at him and scowled the most cranky sort of scowl that he could manage. "I'm tryin' to convince myself that this ain't so bad on the grounds that at least I ain't a pony."

"The ponies were creepy. I kept far away from them." Where far away meant having a lot of sex so that he didn't have to think about the ponies.

"Did one of the Jetta's make you like this Luke had seemed so nice, too.

Reno was going to stare at Toby now. This was possibly the most baffled look that any action figure had given someone in the history of action figures.

"The Jettas?" ... "No, man. I think this is just Fandom Island, havin' itself a good laugh at my expense." He frowned and leaned backwards, shaking his head. "I'd kill for a smoke right now, but they come up to my freakin' knees, yo."

Another thoughtful pause.

"Which would be kinda awesome, actually, if I wasn't made of plastic right now."

"The Island? Should I be worried?" He ran his hands over his chest, making sure he was still made of flesh and bone.

"Dude, you have smokes? Think I could bum one?" Mmm...nicotine.

"This is Fandom, man. Be afraid." Reno smirked a little and then stretched his arms, pulling himself to his feet.

The grass came to his waist. It was really time for someone to cut it.

"Yeah, I got smokes. Been tryin' to quit, or whatever. I'll just give you the pack, yo. It's in my-"

Oh. yes.

"My alcove. Which is one hell of a hike away, right now."

Cigarettes solved both Toby's fear and confusion. "I could like, carry you? I promise I wouldn't mate you with Ken. His plastic hair is terrible."

"I... uh. Appreciate that." Oh. Oh, Reno's brain. It was hurting. A lot. He would suffer the hurt for the sake of the newbie. And also because he was eight inches tall and pretty much at Toby's mercy even if he didn't appreciate the gesture of... not being mated with a Ken doll. "I'm in A4, yo."

Toby scooped up Reno, being careful not to touch his plastic bits as that would be rude despite his curiosity of their completeness. He then headed for the cabin and the alcove. "So, are they out in the open?"

"Yeah," Reno replied, also very thankful that Toby wasn't investigating the completeness of his plastic bits, because the humiliation of having built-in pants was just too much. "Left 'em on the nightstand, yo."

It was fortunate that he had a lift there, really. The nightstand was a long way up.

Entering the alcove, Toby spotted the cigarettes right away. "Dude, this is awesome. I haven't had a cigarette in like, a week or something."

And they were so necessary for his post-coital experiences.

"I haven't had one since Thursday night, yo," Reno replied. Crankily. "You gonna need the lighter, too? Or you got one of your own?"

He was trying to decide if it would be alright to request that Toby light a smoke nearby, at least. The nicotine. He missed the nicotine so freaking much.

"I got mine," Toby said, thumping a cig out of the pack and lighting it on the spot, inhaling deeply. "This is fucking awesome, dude." It had been so long.

"Want me to blow some on you?" he asked, heading back to the campfire.

"No. Yes. Maybe." It sounded really freaking weird when it was put that way. Especially when it was Toby-Kong carrying him around. If they were to scale the side of the building, they'd be all set, here. "Yeah. I dunno if I even got lungs, here, but fuck yes, I'll take some of that second-hand shit."

Smooooke. Sweet, beautiful smoke.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Lupus Campfire, Sunday Morning

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject