Bully (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Bully (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Car trips.
Warnings: Just the usual nonsense
Notes: We had a VIP visit Seattle today. This is just a dumb follow up to Route 666.
“PUNCH BUGGY - BLACK!”
“Ow! Raziel! God dammit!”
The little angel giggled as Sariel carefully guided his brand spanking new Model T Ford to overtake and then pass the lumbering horse-drawn carriage. The carriage driver and his horse both stared curiously at the puttering automobile.
“It’s my new game,” she explained, tilting up her driving goggles. “So I don’t get bored on these road trips.”
“Why do you always yell out the color? They’re always fucking black,” grumbled Sariel.
“It won’t always be black! Someday, they’ll all be in pretty colors! To match my lipstick.”
“Just try and settle down,” said Sariel, rubbing his sore upper arm.
“Why don’t you let me drive for a while?”
“Certainly not! Remember what happened to my Model A?”
“Aw, that thing was underpowered,” complained Raziel, sticking a tuft of black hair back into her bonnet. “Besides, you’re just sore that Eototo went back to Corn Maiden. Again.”
“Don’t mention Eototo,” sulked Sariel. “And stop fucking punching me!”
“You’ll thank me some day, when you have kids, and they get bored in the car, and you play my game!”
“I’m never gonna have fucking kids, Raziel.”
“I will. And I will name them … Anastasia and Fortescue!”
“What? Raziel, what the fuck are you talking about. You’re never gonna have kids, either!”
“Hey, what’s that up ahead?”
Sariel scanned the road ahead. “Just a bunch of stupid humans,” he sighed eyeing the milling crowd.
“They don’t always flock together like that!” said Raziel, excitedly standing up and gripping the windscreen.
“Oh, don’t stand up in the car!”
“Look at all the banners and bunting. Hey, I know what’s going on! It’s the president of the humans! He’s making a visitation!”
“They don’t call it a visitation.”
“We should go! We should meet him!”
“Why the fuck do you wanna meet the stupid President of the fucking US, Raziel? You don’t even live here! You’re not even registered to vote!”
“Sure I am,” grinned Raziel.
“What?”
“Just not on this planet.”
“Oh for Pete’s sake. Raziel, don’t- Raziel! God dammit, where did she go?” The last was spoken to himself, as Sariel noticed the passenger seat was suddenly quite empty.
He irritable pulled his car to a stop by the side of the road and elbowed his way into the crowd, where he found Raziel standing in what seemed to be some kind of reception line. Raziel had pulled her driving goggles up on top of her head and stood expectantly. “Oh, look, Sariel, there he is!” she said, as if she hadn’t just recently ditched Sariel.
There were claps and hoots and cheers as a mustachioed man made his way forward, and then Raziel had bolted forward, pumping the guy’s hand.
“Great to meet you, Mr. President! If I ever have children, I shall surely name them Theodore and Alice!”
“Well those are bully names, my dear!”
“And this is my brother, Sariel!” she said, yanking the same suddenly forward.
“Splendid to meet you, Sariel!” said the President, pumping his hand. And then he was strutting off down the line.
“Well,” said Raziel, now pulling Sariel back into the crowd. “that was great. He had a very firm handshake, I thought!”
“Yeah, that’s definitely what you look for in a politician.”
“And I like his moustache. Very becoming.”
“Uh-huh,” said Sariel, as they made for the car. “I always vote for a guy based on facial hair configuration.”
“And I’m a great fan of the Pure Food and Drug Act! It’s very forward thinking.”
Sariel glowered. “Raziel, what the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m driving!” she grinned from the driver’s seat. “Give me a crank.”
“I’ll give you a crank,” grumbled Sariel.
“And try not to let it run you over this time!”
"Can't we at least stop for a smoke?"
"NO!"
With much grumbling Sariel got the touchy engine started, and they once again headed off for an uncertain destination. Sariel, although still pouting, noticed that they were pulling up towards the exact same carriage they had passed on the way into town.
Leaping up, he cried, “PUNCH BUGGY!” followed by a hearty sock to Raziel’s arm.
“OW!” said she.
“Ha!” said Sariel.
“PUNCH BUGGY - BLACK!” she countered, giving him a sock.
“OWWWW!”
“You did it wrong. You have to say the color,” she scolded.
“They’re ALWAYS fucking black!” complained Sariel.
“They won’t always be.”
They traveled for a little while, each rubbing their arms.
“Boy,” said Raziel. “Angels can punch hard.”
“That they can,” agreed Sariel. "I got a new rule for your game: no punch backs!"
"Yeah, I guess that's fair," agreed Raziel. "I'll tell Abigail and Liam."
"Who the fuck are Abigail and Liam?"
"My kids!"
"You don't have any kids!"
"I have to have kids now," said Raziel. "So we can pass on your no punch back rule."
"Well, OK," agreed Sariel, as that sounded reasonable.
“Oh, so where are we going?” asked Raziel.
“That’s a good question!” shrugged Sariel.
Raziel looked at him. “I guess we’ll know when we get there, huh?”
“I guess so.”
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Car trips.
Warnings: Just the usual nonsense
Notes: We had a VIP visit Seattle today. This is just a dumb follow up to Route 666.
“PUNCH BUGGY - BLACK!”
“Ow! Raziel! God dammit!”
The little angel giggled as Sariel carefully guided his brand spanking new Model T Ford to overtake and then pass the lumbering horse-drawn carriage. The carriage driver and his horse both stared curiously at the puttering automobile.
“It’s my new game,” she explained, tilting up her driving goggles. “So I don’t get bored on these road trips.”
“Why do you always yell out the color? They’re always fucking black,” grumbled Sariel.
“It won’t always be black! Someday, they’ll all be in pretty colors! To match my lipstick.”
“Just try and settle down,” said Sariel, rubbing his sore upper arm.
“Why don’t you let me drive for a while?”
“Certainly not! Remember what happened to my Model A?”
“Aw, that thing was underpowered,” complained Raziel, sticking a tuft of black hair back into her bonnet. “Besides, you’re just sore that Eototo went back to Corn Maiden. Again.”
“Don’t mention Eototo,” sulked Sariel. “And stop fucking punching me!”
“You’ll thank me some day, when you have kids, and they get bored in the car, and you play my game!”
“I’m never gonna have fucking kids, Raziel.”
“I will. And I will name them … Anastasia and Fortescue!”
“What? Raziel, what the fuck are you talking about. You’re never gonna have kids, either!”
“Hey, what’s that up ahead?”
Sariel scanned the road ahead. “Just a bunch of stupid humans,” he sighed eyeing the milling crowd.
“They don’t always flock together like that!” said Raziel, excitedly standing up and gripping the windscreen.
“Oh, don’t stand up in the car!”
“Look at all the banners and bunting. Hey, I know what’s going on! It’s the president of the humans! He’s making a visitation!”
“They don’t call it a visitation.”
“We should go! We should meet him!”
“Why the fuck do you wanna meet the stupid President of the fucking US, Raziel? You don’t even live here! You’re not even registered to vote!”
“Sure I am,” grinned Raziel.
“What?”
“Just not on this planet.”
“Oh for Pete’s sake. Raziel, don’t- Raziel! God dammit, where did she go?” The last was spoken to himself, as Sariel noticed the passenger seat was suddenly quite empty.
He irritable pulled his car to a stop by the side of the road and elbowed his way into the crowd, where he found Raziel standing in what seemed to be some kind of reception line. Raziel had pulled her driving goggles up on top of her head and stood expectantly. “Oh, look, Sariel, there he is!” she said, as if she hadn’t just recently ditched Sariel.
There were claps and hoots and cheers as a mustachioed man made his way forward, and then Raziel had bolted forward, pumping the guy’s hand.
“Great to meet you, Mr. President! If I ever have children, I shall surely name them Theodore and Alice!”
“Well those are bully names, my dear!”
“And this is my brother, Sariel!” she said, yanking the same suddenly forward.
“Splendid to meet you, Sariel!” said the President, pumping his hand. And then he was strutting off down the line.
“Well,” said Raziel, now pulling Sariel back into the crowd. “that was great. He had a very firm handshake, I thought!”
“Yeah, that’s definitely what you look for in a politician.”
“And I like his moustache. Very becoming.”
“Uh-huh,” said Sariel, as they made for the car. “I always vote for a guy based on facial hair configuration.”
“And I’m a great fan of the Pure Food and Drug Act! It’s very forward thinking.”
Sariel glowered. “Raziel, what the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m driving!” she grinned from the driver’s seat. “Give me a crank.”
“I’ll give you a crank,” grumbled Sariel.
“And try not to let it run you over this time!”
"Can't we at least stop for a smoke?"
"NO!"
With much grumbling Sariel got the touchy engine started, and they once again headed off for an uncertain destination. Sariel, although still pouting, noticed that they were pulling up towards the exact same carriage they had passed on the way into town.
Leaping up, he cried, “PUNCH BUGGY!” followed by a hearty sock to Raziel’s arm.
“OW!” said she.
“Ha!” said Sariel.
“PUNCH BUGGY - BLACK!” she countered, giving him a sock.
“OWWWW!”
“You did it wrong. You have to say the color,” she scolded.
“They’re ALWAYS fucking black!” complained Sariel.
“They won’t always be.”
They traveled for a little while, each rubbing their arms.
“Boy,” said Raziel. “Angels can punch hard.”
“That they can,” agreed Sariel. "I got a new rule for your game: no punch backs!"
"Yeah, I guess that's fair," agreed Raziel. "I'll tell Abigail and Liam."
"Who the fuck are Abigail and Liam?"
"My kids!"
"You don't have any kids!"
"I have to have kids now," said Raziel. "So we can pass on your no punch back rule."
"Well, OK," agreed Sariel, as that sounded reasonable.
“Oh, so where are we going?” asked Raziel.
“That’s a good question!” shrugged Sariel.
Raziel looked at him. “I guess we’ll know when we get there, huh?”
“I guess so.”
