Kissy Face (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Kissy Face (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Fine art.
Warnings: Just the usual nonsense
Notes: This is obviously out of the current continuity. More or less inspired by FanKlok.
“Id da daddies!” bragged Elias.
“Uh-huh. That’s nice,” commented Charles, sitting hunched over his laptop, half-listening. He had more or less, despite his inclinations, resigned himself to the fact of being an artist’s model for his small son.
“An da kissie!” added the tot, fingers a flurry on his electronic tablet.
“Oh, uh, that sounds nice,” said Charles, who may have just blushed a tad bit.
“Emay da Daddy!” said Elias.
“And you’re emailing me a copy?” said Charles. Even though he was sitting on the couch not 10 feet away, Elias had recently gotten enamored with the concept of the internet, and so often ended up emailing or texting his fathers, often in the middle of actual conversations.
Charles saw the personal mail pop up and decided it was probably his duty as a father to prioritize it over the tempting offers of Nigerian lottery millions and penis extensions that currently crowded his inbox.
“Well, isn’t this nice?” he said, double-clicking the attached GIF. Yes, it was indeed he and Ganesh kissing, and pretty damned well rendered.
And then he scrolled down.
And then he scrolled down some more.
“Uh….”
And then he slammed down his laptop screen.
“Whatcha lookin’ at, Sariel?” asked Raziel, who had, as usual, picked a ridiculously inopportune moment to appear sitting on his desk.
“Don’t sit on my desk, Raziel.”
“Boonie did bidchur fo daddy!” sang Elias.
“A new artwork, Boonie?” said Raziel, sending a well-manicured hand towards the laptop.
“Nothing. Nothing new,” said Charles, actually leaning over on the laptop.
“I can’t have a peek?”
“No, you may not have a peek!”
“How can I not have a peek if you don’t have anything?” reasoned Raziel.
Charles looked from side to side, and then leaned over to whisper in Raziel’s ear, “He did us – Ganesh and me – kissing.”
“Yeeeeeah?”
“But, we’re not wearing a stitch of clothing!”
“Yeah, I know.”
“WHAT?”
“He BCC’d me!” grinned Raziel, holding up a small version of the offending GIF on her smart phone.
“Boone id see-see da Wanty Was!” agreed Elias cheerfully.
“The rendering of Ganesh is very good,” said Raziel, being quick to snatch her phone out of Charles’ grasp, “but he did a bit of exaggeration on you.”
“What? Wait, how am I exaggerated?” asked Charles, opening his laptop screen an inch or so to peer in.
“There’s no way that’s your butt!”
“That is so my butt!” Charles protested, tapping the same on the screen.
“What is this regarding posteriors?” asked Ganesh, who had just entered the office the normal way, through the door.
“Budds, Baap!” said Elias as Ganesh sat down and pulled the child into his lap.
“Have you seen this?” whispered Charles, pointing at his laptop screen.
“Yes, I am on Boonie’s email distribution list.”
“His-? Anyway. We’re bare ass N-A-K-E-D!”
“Baw ass!” giggled Elias.
“Is that what concerns you, Sariel? You know there is nothing shameful about the human form!” explained Ganesh.
“GANESH!”
“Now, Eliu,” said Ganesh. “Could you do something for Baap? Could you take the picture, and put your daddies in some nice suits? Could you do that?”
“Da ‘Mani?”
“Yes, a nice Emporio Armani for me. How about the black one?”
“Okie!” agreed the young artist, who was already tearing away at his tablet.
“There, does that solve our situation?” asked Ganesh, who scooted Elias off his lap and rose off the couch to approach Charles.
“Yeah, thanks," said Charles.
“As long as I get the one with the butt,” grinned Raziel, waving her phone.
“Raziel.”
“Well, alls well that ends well, so to speak,” grinned Ganesh.
“CHARLES! Look! I ams mades you da cocks stitches!”
Charles looked up to see Toki standing proudly in the doorway, holding up an embroidered rendering of Elias’ artwork. The uncensored version of his artwork.
“How did you do that so fast?” asked Charles.
“Hey, that’s great, Toki!” said Raziel, hopping off the desk. “I love seeing artwork translated to other media!”
“Tak!”
“I'll give you fifty bucks for it,” added Raziel.
“Fifties! How many dollarses ams dat?” exclaimed Toki, visions of gummi rats dancing in his noggin.
Charles collapsed onto his laptop, sighing deeply.
“Shall I attempt to outbid Lady Raziel for the craft piece?” whispered Ganesh.
“Just wake me up when our artist goes to college,” sighed Charles.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Fine art.
Warnings: Just the usual nonsense
Notes: This is obviously out of the current continuity. More or less inspired by FanKlok.
“Id da daddies!” bragged Elias.
“Uh-huh. That’s nice,” commented Charles, sitting hunched over his laptop, half-listening. He had more or less, despite his inclinations, resigned himself to the fact of being an artist’s model for his small son.
“An da kissie!” added the tot, fingers a flurry on his electronic tablet.
“Oh, uh, that sounds nice,” said Charles, who may have just blushed a tad bit.
“Emay da Daddy!” said Elias.
“And you’re emailing me a copy?” said Charles. Even though he was sitting on the couch not 10 feet away, Elias had recently gotten enamored with the concept of the internet, and so often ended up emailing or texting his fathers, often in the middle of actual conversations.
Charles saw the personal mail pop up and decided it was probably his duty as a father to prioritize it over the tempting offers of Nigerian lottery millions and penis extensions that currently crowded his inbox.
“Well, isn’t this nice?” he said, double-clicking the attached GIF. Yes, it was indeed he and Ganesh kissing, and pretty damned well rendered.
And then he scrolled down.
And then he scrolled down some more.
“Uh….”
And then he slammed down his laptop screen.
“Whatcha lookin’ at, Sariel?” asked Raziel, who had, as usual, picked a ridiculously inopportune moment to appear sitting on his desk.
“Don’t sit on my desk, Raziel.”
“Boonie did bidchur fo daddy!” sang Elias.
“A new artwork, Boonie?” said Raziel, sending a well-manicured hand towards the laptop.
“Nothing. Nothing new,” said Charles, actually leaning over on the laptop.
“I can’t have a peek?”
“No, you may not have a peek!”
“How can I not have a peek if you don’t have anything?” reasoned Raziel.
Charles looked from side to side, and then leaned over to whisper in Raziel’s ear, “He did us – Ganesh and me – kissing.”
“Yeeeeeah?”
“But, we’re not wearing a stitch of clothing!”
“Yeah, I know.”
“WHAT?”
“He BCC’d me!” grinned Raziel, holding up a small version of the offending GIF on her smart phone.
“Boone id see-see da Wanty Was!” agreed Elias cheerfully.
“The rendering of Ganesh is very good,” said Raziel, being quick to snatch her phone out of Charles’ grasp, “but he did a bit of exaggeration on you.”
“What? Wait, how am I exaggerated?” asked Charles, opening his laptop screen an inch or so to peer in.
“There’s no way that’s your butt!”
“That is so my butt!” Charles protested, tapping the same on the screen.
“What is this regarding posteriors?” asked Ganesh, who had just entered the office the normal way, through the door.
“Budds, Baap!” said Elias as Ganesh sat down and pulled the child into his lap.
“Have you seen this?” whispered Charles, pointing at his laptop screen.
“Yes, I am on Boonie’s email distribution list.”
“His-? Anyway. We’re bare ass N-A-K-E-D!”
“Baw ass!” giggled Elias.
“Is that what concerns you, Sariel? You know there is nothing shameful about the human form!” explained Ganesh.
“GANESH!”
“Now, Eliu,” said Ganesh. “Could you do something for Baap? Could you take the picture, and put your daddies in some nice suits? Could you do that?”
“Da ‘Mani?”
“Yes, a nice Emporio Armani for me. How about the black one?”
“Okie!” agreed the young artist, who was already tearing away at his tablet.
“There, does that solve our situation?” asked Ganesh, who scooted Elias off his lap and rose off the couch to approach Charles.
“Yeah, thanks," said Charles.
“As long as I get the one with the butt,” grinned Raziel, waving her phone.
“Raziel.”
“Well, alls well that ends well, so to speak,” grinned Ganesh.
“CHARLES! Look! I ams mades you da cocks stitches!”
Charles looked up to see Toki standing proudly in the doorway, holding up an embroidered rendering of Elias’ artwork. The uncensored version of his artwork.
“How did you do that so fast?” asked Charles.
“Hey, that’s great, Toki!” said Raziel, hopping off the desk. “I love seeing artwork translated to other media!”
“Tak!”
“I'll give you fifty bucks for it,” added Raziel.
“Fifties! How many dollarses ams dat?” exclaimed Toki, visions of gummi rats dancing in his noggin.
Charles collapsed onto his laptop, sighing deeply.
“Shall I attempt to outbid Lady Raziel for the craft piece?” whispered Ganesh.
“Just wake me up when our artist goes to college,” sighed Charles.
