Small section from the *other* WIP
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nny“Good morning, Dr McKay.”
He turned his head to the right, the lab assistant squeaking and hurrying away when he caught a look at his face. Rodney turned back to glaring at the coffeemaker, trying to menace it into producing enough to fill a mug quicker than the current slow dripping that was forming interesting syncopated rhythms with the angry pulsing of his head.
A hand reached past him, pulling an annoyingly jaunty mug off one of the hooks, and he snarled half-heartedly. This was his coffee, dammit, and if anyone tried to take it away from him…
“You look like shit, Rodney.”
“Thank you for that assessment, Radek. Any other staggering intellectual leaps you want to make this morning? The sky is blue? Kavanagh’s an idiot? Stevens’ ridiculous attempts at a working hypothesis for his thesis are more use shredded, since at least then they’d keep the rats warm?”
“Sky is grey.” The little Czech moved much faster than you’d expect of him, far quicker than the sluggish firing of Rodney’s synapses allowed for, and he could only watch in appalled indignation as the coffee pot was filched out from under his nose and carried off across the lab.
“…I hate you.”
“Yes, yes. This is not news.”
“Hate.” Rodney bypassed the spare coffee pot that was resting on the draining board and just stuck his mug - Starbucks and supersized, and it still took two to get him going in the mornings - directly under the spout. “I hope you die in a bizarre lab accident,” he yelled over his shoulder.
“Is not likely,” Radek called back, typing busily. “Your minions are too carefully selected to make accident believable. I die and you will be arrested for depriving the world of my brilliance.” An ostentatious slurp, and Rodney ground his teeth. “You will make lovely prison bitch, I think.”
(Ooh, and that pushes it over 10,000 words. *BUTTWIGGLING DANCE OF GLEE*)
He turned his head to the right, the lab assistant squeaking and hurrying away when he caught a look at his face. Rodney turned back to glaring at the coffeemaker, trying to menace it into producing enough to fill a mug quicker than the current slow dripping that was forming interesting syncopated rhythms with the angry pulsing of his head.
A hand reached past him, pulling an annoyingly jaunty mug off one of the hooks, and he snarled half-heartedly. This was his coffee, dammit, and if anyone tried to take it away from him…
“You look like shit, Rodney.”
“Thank you for that assessment, Radek. Any other staggering intellectual leaps you want to make this morning? The sky is blue? Kavanagh’s an idiot? Stevens’ ridiculous attempts at a working hypothesis for his thesis are more use shredded, since at least then they’d keep the rats warm?”
“Sky is grey.” The little Czech moved much faster than you’d expect of him, far quicker than the sluggish firing of Rodney’s synapses allowed for, and he could only watch in appalled indignation as the coffee pot was filched out from under his nose and carried off across the lab.
“…I hate you.”
“Yes, yes. This is not news.”
“Hate.” Rodney bypassed the spare coffee pot that was resting on the draining board and just stuck his mug - Starbucks and supersized, and it still took two to get him going in the mornings - directly under the spout. “I hope you die in a bizarre lab accident,” he yelled over his shoulder.
“Is not likely,” Radek called back, typing busily. “Your minions are too carefully selected to make accident believable. I die and you will be arrested for depriving the world of my brilliance.” An ostentatious slurp, and Rodney ground his teeth. “You will make lovely prison bitch, I think.”
(Ooh, and that pushes it over 10,000 words. *BUTTWIGGLING DANCE OF GLEE*)
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Date: 2007-05-13 07:27 pm (UTC)You write banter so well, my dear.
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Date: 2007-05-13 07:40 pm (UTC)It pleases me that you say that, since that actually makes up about 97.5% of the fic. XD
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Date: 2007-05-13 07:36 pm (UTC)*dies laughing*
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Date: 2007-05-13 07:38 pm (UTC)Dude, I rewatched that scene so very many times after I'd heard the commentary. XD
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Date: 2007-05-14 05:58 am (UTC):D!
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Date: 2007-05-14 06:00 am (UTC)Give in. Resistance is futile.
*pets his fluffy little head*
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Date: 2007-05-16 12:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-16 04:43 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2007-05-14 09:41 am (UTC)