http://offthelisthero.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] offthelisthero.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2009-02-03 09:06 pm
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The Park, Tuesday afternoon

Mohinder was sitting on a park bench, hands clutching a tepid-warm coffee. The girl behind the Perk's counter hadn't been too happy to hear exactly how he wanted his drink earlier, apparently taking 'something, anything with caffeine, please' literally.

Still, at least he was far from his home and cell phones. Bob might not exactly like what he heard before Mohinder's self-preservation instincts had cut in and cut off the call, but it could have been much worse.

Mohinder looked around, feet crunching the frosted ground beneath, and hoped the morning had been just a blip.

[Open and honest!]

[identity profile] berserkerminsc.livejournal.com 2009-02-03 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Minsc was out for a walk, with Boo on his shoulder. Usually, he was a very chatty man towards the hamster. Today was certainly no exception. If anything, his chatting seemed even more continual and heartfelt than before, but, unlike those other times, sometimes he'd finish with saying something, frown, and consider Boo's silence.

"You know," he muttered, "sometimes I wonder if that man I won you from was lying when he said you were special..."

And then another long moment would pass before Minsc hurriedly said, "I am sorry, Boo! I did not mean to say such things!"

And he hadn't, really. It just seemed to have come out.

He was glad for the distraction to see that he was not the only one out and about, and he waved an arm when he spotted a familiar shape. "Hullo, Sir Mohinder! How fare you?"

[identity profile] berserkerminsc.livejournal.com 2009-02-04 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
"In mind, maybe," Minsc said with a chuckle, "but you're asking the wrong person there. In body, I imagine you'd be quite aware, as you'd be bleeding or ralphing or be missing some parts."

[identity profile] berserkerminsc.livejournal.com 2009-02-04 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
"That's because it is cold outside," Minsc noted importantly. "But it is nice. It's brisk! Wakes you up! Makes you want to go wrestle winter wolves and make things out of their heavy soft pelts!"

[identity profile] berserkerminsc.livejournal.com 2009-02-04 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
"There...actually aren't summer wolves," Minsc realized, his head tilting at the revelation. And, in fact, the revelation seemed to have held him in thrall for quite a long moment.

He broke the spell of enchantment with a shake of his head. "They shoot ice at you!" he informed Sir Mohinder with a bright grin.

[identity profile] berserkerminsc.livejournal.com 2009-02-04 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
That last part almost had Minsc chuckling like a twelve-year-old girl. Of course, he was far too large for the reaction to work to its fullest potential.

"From its mouth," he explained. "Much like a dragon who spits fire!"

[identity profile] berserkerminsc.livejournal.com 2009-02-04 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, they tend to only inhabit cold to mild climates," Minsc said.

And then chuckled again.

"Oh, winter wolves farting ice! That is funny, Boo!"

No one ever said that Minsc's sense of humour was a sophisticated one. At all.