Traditional
Jul. 7th, 2011 07:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dorksidefikerTitle: Traditional
Fandom: MC2
Characters: Doc Magus, OC
Prompt: 50. Writer’s Choice
Word Count: 181
Rating: PG
Summary: Dormagus doesn’t really give a damn about tradition.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Dormagus did his best to block the way into the comic book store, eyes narrowed behind his shades as he studied the man causing him headaches. “I told you all, I don’t want you.”
The young Tibetan man remained irritatingly serene as he stood there, unmoved and unmoving. “It is tradition, Master.”
“Don’t call me that, don’t care, don’t want you. Go home.”
“I cannot. It is my duty to server you, Master.”
“I’ll buy you a ticket back,” Dormagus offered. “You’d be back home within the day. Or I could send you anywhere you wanna go. I hear Barcelona is lovely this time of year.”
“I am to be here,” the man said stubbornly. It was starting to rain, but her remained unmoved even as the little drops of water rolled off his bald head. Dormagus rolled his eyes.
“Enjoy the weather, then,” he said, letting the door shut.
Fandom: MC2
Characters: Doc Magus, OC
Prompt: 50. Writer’s Choice
Word Count: 181
Rating: PG
Summary: Dormagus doesn’t really give a damn about tradition.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Dormagus did his best to block the way into the comic book store, eyes narrowed behind his shades as he studied the man causing him headaches. “I told you all, I don’t want you.”
The young Tibetan man remained irritatingly serene as he stood there, unmoved and unmoving. “It is tradition, Master.”
“Don’t call me that, don’t care, don’t want you. Go home.”
“I cannot. It is my duty to server you, Master.”
“I’ll buy you a ticket back,” Dormagus offered. “You’d be back home within the day. Or I could send you anywhere you wanna go. I hear Barcelona is lovely this time of year.”
“I am to be here,” the man said stubbornly. It was starting to rain, but her remained unmoved even as the little drops of water rolled off his bald head. Dormagus rolled his eyes.
“Enjoy the weather, then,” he said, letting the door shut.