and it's still Friday!
Sep. 26th, 2008 07:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2Wow! How did I manage that?! O_O Oh, right; existential meltdown. nevermind.... >_>
So, another bit of BFB this time. My fic production was severely impacted by the cat's little meltdown, but now that she seems to be where she belongs, I seem to be getting back on track. This would be a good thing. ^___^ I hate running out of postable fic; makes me feel like a slacker. =p
Hopefully, this is not too late for the Bird. ^__^ Weekend, baby! Put your feet up and veg. (O)(O)(O)(O)(O)
Heero stood, once more back in his less-remarkable form, next to the desk of the customer service manager of the Farmer’s Trust bank. Miles huddled in one of the comfy chairs, looking wind-blown and still twitching. The customer service manager was trying to look like she wasn’t dying of curiosity waiting for Allan Horstang to arrive. So far, there had been no arguments from the bank personnel. Then again, Heero did not expect any arguments. And he usually got what he expected. Except with the Banshee; the Banshee was deliciously contrary.
He cast a glance around the interior of the bank, pleased with the wary regard of the Humans. The customers paid him no attention, but the employees… They definitely knew something was up. Gossip would be flying come closing time, and he had no sympathy whatsoever for Miles.
He did feel a bit of regret for Gisela and her children, but this was Miles’ doing and he doubted Gisela would forget that. Not for the first time he wondered what attracted Gisela to Miles. Humans seemed to have no sense in their choices.
“And you are so much better?” wondered the little voice in the back of his head, and he had to smile. No, he was every bit as besotted as the average Human. But his Banshee deserved that besottment; Miles most certainly did not.
A Human male rushed through the parking lot door, heading for them. Allan Horstang looked harried, hassled and faintly frightened.
“Mr Yuy…?” he inquired breathlessly.
Heero inclined his head in acknowledgement. “Mr Horstang. I regret the need for you to interrupt your weekend, but this matter will not wait.”
“Oh, this is no trouble at all! Mr Vrostek has been a customer of this bank since – well, for a very long time! Please, come into my office.”
Heero assisted Miles to his feet and they followed Horstang into the office. An instant after the door closed, every employee in the bank had their phone out and was dialing.
So, another bit of BFB this time. My fic production was severely impacted by the cat's little meltdown, but now that she seems to be where she belongs, I seem to be getting back on track. This would be a good thing. ^___^ I hate running out of postable fic; makes me feel like a slacker. =p
Hopefully, this is not too late for the Bird. ^__^ Weekend, baby! Put your feet up and veg. (O)(O)(O)(O)(O)
Heero stood, once more back in his less-remarkable form, next to the desk of the customer service manager of the Farmer’s Trust bank. Miles huddled in one of the comfy chairs, looking wind-blown and still twitching. The customer service manager was trying to look like she wasn’t dying of curiosity waiting for Allan Horstang to arrive. So far, there had been no arguments from the bank personnel. Then again, Heero did not expect any arguments. And he usually got what he expected. Except with the Banshee; the Banshee was deliciously contrary.
He cast a glance around the interior of the bank, pleased with the wary regard of the Humans. The customers paid him no attention, but the employees… They definitely knew something was up. Gossip would be flying come closing time, and he had no sympathy whatsoever for Miles.
He did feel a bit of regret for Gisela and her children, but this was Miles’ doing and he doubted Gisela would forget that. Not for the first time he wondered what attracted Gisela to Miles. Humans seemed to have no sense in their choices.
“And you are so much better?” wondered the little voice in the back of his head, and he had to smile. No, he was every bit as besotted as the average Human. But his Banshee deserved that besottment; Miles most certainly did not.
A Human male rushed through the parking lot door, heading for them. Allan Horstang looked harried, hassled and faintly frightened.
“Mr Yuy…?” he inquired breathlessly.
Heero inclined his head in acknowledgement. “Mr Horstang. I regret the need for you to interrupt your weekend, but this matter will not wait.”
“Oh, this is no trouble at all! Mr Vrostek has been a customer of this bank since – well, for a very long time! Please, come into my office.”
Heero assisted Miles to his feet and they followed Horstang into the office. An instant after the door closed, every employee in the bank had their phone out and was dialing.
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Date: 2008-09-27 02:34 am (UTC)I am amused that even in the middle of that sort of job, Heero can take a moment to admire his Banshee.
The Bird has Dew and chocolate and is seriously considering going to bed...
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Date: 2008-09-27 02:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-27 02:48 am (UTC)Try and relax for the weekend. O.o And give orders using the royal "We."
(O)(O)(O)(O)(O)
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Date: 2008-09-27 03:20 pm (UTC)Then I may nap...
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Date: 2008-09-27 03:42 pm (UTC)*sigh* I *was* going to spend the day rearranging, but since circumstances intervened, I guess I'll take the kid to the music store and let him wallow. =p
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Date: 2008-09-27 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-27 11:53 pm (UTC)Did you go to the music store? Is that like... CDs kind of music, or guitars kind of music?
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Date: 2008-09-28 12:02 am (UTC)It's the local Guitar Center; guitars, drums, keyboards and anything else that you can imagine. ^___^ It's like Toys-R-Us for wannabe rock stars.
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Date: 2008-09-28 12:10 am (UTC)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XB3GND8Lotg
Just wondered if that was the sort of thing he might like. Or is he all hard core? *grin*
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Date: 2008-09-28 12:52 am (UTC)I'll try for a variety and not make it all Celtic stuff! ^o^
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Date: 2008-09-28 12:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-29 06:14 pm (UTC)Mm... deliciously. Makes me wonder what thoughts are going thorough his head. :D Obviously something of high entertainment value.
:) Hanging in there?