Short and Sweet...
Sep. 10th, 2003 12:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rushthatspeaksMy response to Earis' 'use Bryn Mawr in a fic' challenge. This one bit me.
"Asparagus," she said delightedly, producing some out of thin air and handing it to her carrot stick people. They immediately began stabbing one another, thin clear-orangey juice running all over the plate and into the pasta.
"Cut that *out*," he hissed out of the side of his mouth, thumping his tail against her leg. She didn't pay any attention. "Am I going to have to *bite* you?"
"Good doggie," she said absentmindedly, and scratched him behind the ears with the metallic edge of one of the asparagus spears. He grumbled a little under his breath, but she was getting just the right spot and he thought he might have picked up fleas again from chasing those stupid local squirrels. He picked up the scratch with one of his front legs when she stopped, and then continued it under his collar, which had become extremely uncomfortable since acquiring the large, bright yellow sign reading 'Guide Dog'. Her school ID was dangling just below the sign-- it was a decent picture, even if the background had turned out to be a strange and shifting shade of raspberry, with accompanying scent. The name on the ID read 'Eternitas, D.'.
A small aardvark popped into existence just below her left ear and landed on the table, where it wroke havoc and carnage among the carrot-stick armies.
"*DEL*," he said desperately, almost out loud. He hooked his front teeth into the mesh of her fishnet sleeve and yanked. The only effect this had was to cause the sleeve to rip just a bit more, while her hair turned a darker shade of turquoise on the left side. "*Please*, Del. Remember what your brother said."
One blue eye and one green eye looked down at him with a surprising amount of tenderness and lucidity. "Silly Barnabas," she said. "I am."
He thought about a rough hand scratching him behind the ears, a red beard, a pack slung over a departing shoulder. He looked around the dining hall, and thought things over carefully.
"You know," he said, "I think he was right after all. Nobody here is ever going to notice a thing."
"Asparagus," she said delightedly, producing some out of thin air and handing it to her carrot stick people. They immediately began stabbing one another, thin clear-orangey juice running all over the plate and into the pasta.
"Cut that *out*," he hissed out of the side of his mouth, thumping his tail against her leg. She didn't pay any attention. "Am I going to have to *bite* you?"
"Good doggie," she said absentmindedly, and scratched him behind the ears with the metallic edge of one of the asparagus spears. He grumbled a little under his breath, but she was getting just the right spot and he thought he might have picked up fleas again from chasing those stupid local squirrels. He picked up the scratch with one of his front legs when she stopped, and then continued it under his collar, which had become extremely uncomfortable since acquiring the large, bright yellow sign reading 'Guide Dog'. Her school ID was dangling just below the sign-- it was a decent picture, even if the background had turned out to be a strange and shifting shade of raspberry, with accompanying scent. The name on the ID read 'Eternitas, D.'.
A small aardvark popped into existence just below her left ear and landed on the table, where it wroke havoc and carnage among the carrot-stick armies.
"*DEL*," he said desperately, almost out loud. He hooked his front teeth into the mesh of her fishnet sleeve and yanked. The only effect this had was to cause the sleeve to rip just a bit more, while her hair turned a darker shade of turquoise on the left side. "*Please*, Del. Remember what your brother said."
One blue eye and one green eye looked down at him with a surprising amount of tenderness and lucidity. "Silly Barnabas," she said. "I am."
He thought about a rough hand scratching him behind the ears, a red beard, a pack slung over a departing shoulder. He looked around the dining hall, and thought things over carefully.
"You know," he said, "I think he was right after all. Nobody here is ever going to notice a thing."
