Directions (Mythklok Interstitial)
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tikificTitle: Directions (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: More human-style tourism from our favorite family unit
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: Wrote this while I was sick from DEET overdose
Ganesh raised his eyebrow at the gearbox's terrible whine of protest.
“What?” scowled Charles.
“I didn't say anything.”
“Uh-huh. What were you going to say if you were to say something.?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
“Yeah.”
“Though.... I reckon you have just discovered a new gear. Somewhere between third and fourth.”
“I AM AN EXCELLENT DRIVER!”
“Dada an gwinds gears.”
“I SUPPOSE YOU THINK YOU COULD DRIVE!” Charles demanded of a giggling Elias.
“Yeah! Boo an dwives!”
“Not until your feet reach the peddles, dearest,” Ganesh chided.
“What about you? You're supposed to be giving me directions!” Charles told Ganesh, pointing to the colorful tourist map unfolded on the elephant god's lap.
“Well, yes. I think you take the twiddly bits off to this little jigger.”
“What?”
“And then we end up at this rumblety tumblety!”
“Is that map even rightside up?”
“Shame they don't print these in Hindi,” mused Ganesh, tilting the map this way and that. “English is awfully confusing.”
“Ganesh, you are the worst navigator ever!”
“I know what I shall do!” said Ganesh, taking out his cell phone and hitting the speed dial.
“What are you doing now?”
'What we always do when we are beset. Hello, Lady Raziel?”
“What the hell is Raziel supposed to do about it? She had a worse sense of direction than you do!”
“Brilliant!” exclaimed Ganesh, digging something out of his bag and passing it back to Elias. “And we have our solution.”
“What solution?”
“Modern technology!” said Ganesh.
“Baap! Baap!” said Elias, handing back the object from Ganesh's bag.
“Ah, there we go, left turn up ahead!”
“How did you do that?” Charles asked.
“Raziel suggested having Boon program the directions into my iPad,” Ganesh informed him, holding up the tablet.
“An dekshuns an Dada!” gurgled Elias.
Charles stole a glance backwards. “Yeah. OK, works for me. Just make sure we don't miss the twiddly bits.”
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: More human-style tourism from our favorite family unit
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing
Notes: Wrote this while I was sick from DEET overdose
Ganesh raised his eyebrow at the gearbox's terrible whine of protest.
“What?” scowled Charles.
“I didn't say anything.”
“Uh-huh. What were you going to say if you were to say something.?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
“Yeah.”
“Though.... I reckon you have just discovered a new gear. Somewhere between third and fourth.”
“I AM AN EXCELLENT DRIVER!”
“Dada an gwinds gears.”
“I SUPPOSE YOU THINK YOU COULD DRIVE!” Charles demanded of a giggling Elias.
“Yeah! Boo an dwives!”
“Not until your feet reach the peddles, dearest,” Ganesh chided.
“What about you? You're supposed to be giving me directions!” Charles told Ganesh, pointing to the colorful tourist map unfolded on the elephant god's lap.
“Well, yes. I think you take the twiddly bits off to this little jigger.”
“What?”
“And then we end up at this rumblety tumblety!”
“Is that map even rightside up?”
“Shame they don't print these in Hindi,” mused Ganesh, tilting the map this way and that. “English is awfully confusing.”
“Ganesh, you are the worst navigator ever!”
“I know what I shall do!” said Ganesh, taking out his cell phone and hitting the speed dial.
“What are you doing now?”
'What we always do when we are beset. Hello, Lady Raziel?”
“What the hell is Raziel supposed to do about it? She had a worse sense of direction than you do!”
“Brilliant!” exclaimed Ganesh, digging something out of his bag and passing it back to Elias. “And we have our solution.”
“What solution?”
“Modern technology!” said Ganesh.
“Baap! Baap!” said Elias, handing back the object from Ganesh's bag.
“Ah, there we go, left turn up ahead!”
“How did you do that?” Charles asked.
“Raziel suggested having Boon program the directions into my iPad,” Ganesh informed him, holding up the tablet.
“An dekshuns an Dada!” gurgled Elias.
Charles stole a glance backwards. “Yeah. OK, works for me. Just make sure we don't miss the twiddly bits.”
