100 themes challenge 2
-Complicated-
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Book II growled as he looked down at the expansion of cords and wires covering the floor of Shane’s room. What an asshole, leaving ALL of his own equipment all over the floor, and then wanting Book to clean it up!
Growling, Book grabbed the nearest computer cable, attaching Shane’s laptop to his speaker system. It had been enredados around countless radio headsets, ratón cords, keyboards, microphones, chargers for everything anyone could think of, and god knows what else was here.
It was nerd heaven. It was also a pity that Book wasn’t a nerd.
And faced with this complicated mass of wires, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to untangle everything within his lifespan to come.
Getting his mobile out of his pocket, Book dialled Shane’s number, and waited. It rang twice before that goddamn hybrid picked up.
“Hey Book! Whazzup my fine friend?” He slurred, very clearly half drunk.
“I wasn’t aware I was agreeing to such a big job when I dicho I’d organise your tech for you.” Book growled, just about ready to rip his Captain’s head off.
“Oh... Uh, I gotta go, man. Sim’s tryin’ ta teach me how ta shuffle... Heh... I don’t get it.” Shane giggled, then hung up.
Book just stood there in silence, still staring at the wires, until eventually he just decided to wire a proximity bomb into the mass and wait for that asshole to stagger into his room.
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A/N: Wow, that was nasty escritura right here. Really bad writing, no? I suck at comedy. lol at drunk Shane. The poor dear will remember nothing he did the siguiente day.
Yeah... So, this really isn't the best escritura I've ever done in my life. Whatever. I hope tu enjoyed it anyway.
-Complicated-
--
Book II growled as he looked down at the expansion of cords and wires covering the floor of Shane’s room. What an asshole, leaving ALL of his own equipment all over the floor, and then wanting Book to clean it up!
Growling, Book grabbed the nearest computer cable, attaching Shane’s laptop to his speaker system. It had been enredados around countless radio headsets, ratón cords, keyboards, microphones, chargers for everything anyone could think of, and god knows what else was here.
It was nerd heaven. It was also a pity that Book wasn’t a nerd.
And faced with this complicated mass of wires, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to untangle everything within his lifespan to come.
Getting his mobile out of his pocket, Book dialled Shane’s number, and waited. It rang twice before that goddamn hybrid picked up.
“Hey Book! Whazzup my fine friend?” He slurred, very clearly half drunk.
“I wasn’t aware I was agreeing to such a big job when I dicho I’d organise your tech for you.” Book growled, just about ready to rip his Captain’s head off.
“Oh... Uh, I gotta go, man. Sim’s tryin’ ta teach me how ta shuffle... Heh... I don’t get it.” Shane giggled, then hung up.
Book just stood there in silence, still staring at the wires, until eventually he just decided to wire a proximity bomb into the mass and wait for that asshole to stagger into his room.
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A/N: Wow, that was nasty escritura right here. Really bad writing, no? I suck at comedy. lol at drunk Shane. The poor dear will remember nothing he did the siguiente day.
Yeah... So, this really isn't the best escritura I've ever done in my life. Whatever. I hope tu enjoyed it anyway.