http://notthehulk.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] notthehulk.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2007-01-23 09:36 am
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Sparky Repairs, Tuesday

It was a nice day for Teddy. He was himself again and most importantly, there was pie everywhere. A coil of copper wire suddenly turned into strawberry rhubarb and his notebook from superheroing turned into lemon meringue.

It was probably a good thing that neither Emo nor Goth turned into pie, they wouldn't have stood a chance of survival then.

"Mmmm, pie."

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Teddy always seemed to be visiting him at work, so Chad decided to return the favour for a change. Besides, he had to talk to someone about what he discovered.

"My guitar," he announced, with a slight tone of disturbance in his voice as he greeted Ted with a kiss, "turned into a pie."

Looking around the place? Chad had a feeling Teddy would understand.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Blueberry," Chad answered, and took the offered pie for comfort. "M'torn. Looks really good, but...it's my guitar."

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Chad's head tilted slightly at the rapid rate in which the items seemed to be turning into pie around here. "Hope so. I can't afford a new guitar."

After a moment, his disturbed expression increasing, he added, "But hopefully not until after it's worked its way through digestive systems."

But the thought of pie turning back into copper wire while still in his stomach sort of made Chad lose his taste for pie. He set it aside.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," Chad said, picking a little at wrench-turned-mincemeat pie. "Jus' driver's ed...Got 87 on my test." Which made Chad sad.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Usually do really good on tests, not just...good good."

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Ranked 11th in his class last year. It's a truly unexplainable phenomena. That now got him hugs, which was pretty sure. "Hope so. 'Cause I think we start in cars next week, and anything less than a hundred on that could result in..." And he smashed his hands together to impersonate smashing vehicles. In flaming, smoking crashes. Because of clowns.

...That class was seriously messing with his head.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Chad shrugged; it didn't really matter. He was more concerned about the wreck inside the vehicle. He started picking at the pie again. "I got stuck with Ranma and Jude in my car. Think I should go kiss Setsuna to bring the awkwardness to a complete full circle?"

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Chad did his best to look innocent.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
And this look was Chad brushing his hair out of his eyes so he could glare at Teddy. But then he realized, head tilting and glare fading away, "I have no idea."

Yup. Chad was keeping up with cheerleading stuff just as well as he kept up with Teal Dear stuff. He'd find out when someone else said something about it.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Chad figured it be best to ask before he tried this one. "And consequences for not telling you?"

Pippi owed him big time. Jam sessions and petting could only cover so much...

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a long moment of silent considersation before Chad noted, "When did the pout become such a powerful weapon around here?"

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Chad lowered his head, arching slightly to set his forehead against Teddy's. "What was Plan B?"

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Chad grinned, although the thought of Ted flouncing around in a cheerleading skirt probably embarrassed him just as much as it did Teddy. Much preferred those itty bitty swimtrunks. "I could talk to Pippi," he offered. "I'm sure she could hook ya up. Throw in some pom-poms, too."

Oh, Dios. The thought struck him that he never asked about pom-poms. He really hoped there wouldn't have to be pom-poms.

Why the hell was he a cheerleader?

Oh. Right. Redheads kill willpower dead.

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Chad wondered if explaining that the short skirts and bouncing kind of had to go with another element that Teddy was kind of lacking would result in a ceasation of nuzzles and possibly a violent act. He decided to play it safe. "Plan A was better."

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Chad gave Teddy a look. Leather pants and a chance for his own shameless shirtlessness? Did he really need to ask?

[identity profile] senor-chado.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Chad kissed him back, nuzzled slightly. "'Kay."

Someone had to put up the high decorations, after all.