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Myshuno! 2012: "That's rough, buddy."

Title: The Men’s Room
Prompt: “That’s rough, buddy.”
Universe(s): The Morgan Legacy, specifically the Dark Path series
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG-13 because foulmouthed Rhys is foulmouthed
Summary: Toilet-cleaning was supposed to be Rhys’ private ranting time.
Notes: Lauri kindly gave me a hand with this when I got stuck! I didn’t use her whole idea but it gave me the springboard. For background, you might want to (re)read this first, or at least the section at the end. Also MYSHUNOOOOOO heck yeah!

Rhys barreled into the men’s room, cleaning supplies in hand, and marched straight into the nearest stall without regard for anyone else who might be in there. Angrily, he retrieved a roll of paper towels and some Lysol and began scrubbing the crap out of the toilet.

Fuck this whole idiotic idea, anyway. He couldn’t believe De and Spencer were actually going through with it, but here they were, cleaning the rat pit of a community center so it’d be fit for the event. He didn’t see why De couldn’t just manifest herself a pile of Simoleons if she wanted to roll around in them so badly. “The principle of the thing” be damned. He’d had to volunteer to help in self-defense. God knew De might decide she wanted Spencer around all the time after this stripping bullshit, as if he didn’t have enough to worry about already with Cassius constantly breathing down his neck.

Sometimes he wondered why he even put up with De and Spencer’s fuckery. Rationally, he knew they teased out of affection and only because his reactions made it way too interesting, but he couldn’t help the way he felt about it. And they wondered why he was always so quick to retreat to the internet. Well, the internet didn’t fucking laugh at him, at least not most of the time.

He scowled. Fuck that, and fuck them.

“That’s rough, buddy,” came a voice from outside the stall.

Rhys blinked, startled, and then slowly edged his way out. There was a townie at the urinal. He was unsure how long the other man had been there, or how the hell he was apparently a mind-reader. His eyes narrowed. The man was dressed in plain clothing and looked as normal as could be. It was possible he still had magic, but it didn’t seem likely—he was old enough that he probably should have been a witch if he’d ever expressed the ability.

Which left only one possible explanation. “Did…I say all that out loud?” Rhys asked, with slow dread.

“Yup,” said the townie, pleasantly.

Well, fuck.


( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 1st, 2012 12:02 am (UTC)
*giggles* Oh, Rhys. Trying to whine privately only to find out that someone else can hear you. So hilarious!
Nov. 1st, 2012 12:09 am (UTC)

Rhys always struck me as the type to mutter things out loud without even realizing it. He thinks he's so slick.
Nov. 1st, 2012 12:31 am (UTC)
Oops! I am highly amused. :P
Nov. 1st, 2012 12:32 am (UTC)
Nov. 1st, 2012 12:36 am (UTC)
LOL! Poor Rhys tho. We put him through so much.
Nov. 1st, 2012 12:37 am (UTC)
*Grumble, grumble* ... Crap, I said that out loud.

Nov. 2nd, 2012 01:23 am (UTC)
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