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invoking_uraniaTitle: Founding Week
Fandom: Slayers
Rating: G
Genre: Comedy
Words: 335
Notes/Warnings: Done for “Coffee and a kick in the pants” @31_days
Summary: Lina is forced to get a little violent when Zelgadis stands up a get-together with a friend.
Disclaimer: Slayers copyright Hajime Kanzaka/Rui Araizumi/Kadokawa/TV Tokyo/Medianet and this derivative work was created without permission.
I watched Zelgadis continue to stir his coffee. Who knows why he was still sitting here -- I mean, I still had a bunch of pastries left from breakfast that I certainly wasn't going to let go to waste, but Zel barely had anything to eat, only eggs and sausages, and coffee.
I swallowed. "Zel, are you going to drink that? Gourry already went back to change, and the three of us promised we'd meet Amelia in-" I recalled the last bell chime I heard, but it was kind of hard to hear the clock tower over the crowd outside "-shortly."
"You two go ahead. I'm just going to sit here."
I sighed. Zelgadis was a good person to have along when you needed an extra sword or spellcaster, but he's insufferable in cities. Especially considering it was Founding Week in Saillune City, and everyone was out on the street partying. And eating -- did I mention I loved festival food? I had even eaten a light breakfast, so I could fill up on Stuff on a Stick. "Zel, Amelia is going to be all kinds of annoyed. She managed to squeeze a day out of being all Princess-y to bum around with us. Now, if you don't show up, I'm going to have to listen to her be disappointed all day."
"Can't we wait until the crowds die down a bit?" Zelgadis crossed his arms.
"It's a festival, Zel! The crowds don't 'die down'."
I could see he wasn't going to be reasonable about this. So, I was forced to take a bit more extreme measures than are normally called for. I had enough money to pay for the damage my Dil Brand did to the wall, anyway. And it least it got Zel outside.
Gourry leaned through the hole, staring at Zelgadis and holding up a mask by the ties -- he already had put his on. "Oy, Zelgadis. You forgot your mask. Happy Founding Week."
Fandom: Slayers
Rating: G
Genre: Comedy
Words: 335
Notes/Warnings: Done for “Coffee and a kick in the pants” @31_days
Summary: Lina is forced to get a little violent when Zelgadis stands up a get-together with a friend.
Disclaimer: Slayers copyright Hajime Kanzaka/Rui Araizumi/Kadokawa/TV Tokyo/Medianet and this derivative work was created without permission.
I watched Zelgadis continue to stir his coffee. Who knows why he was still sitting here -- I mean, I still had a bunch of pastries left from breakfast that I certainly wasn't going to let go to waste, but Zel barely had anything to eat, only eggs and sausages, and coffee.
I swallowed. "Zel, are you going to drink that? Gourry already went back to change, and the three of us promised we'd meet Amelia in-" I recalled the last bell chime I heard, but it was kind of hard to hear the clock tower over the crowd outside "-shortly."
"You two go ahead. I'm just going to sit here."
I sighed. Zelgadis was a good person to have along when you needed an extra sword or spellcaster, but he's insufferable in cities. Especially considering it was Founding Week in Saillune City, and everyone was out on the street partying. And eating -- did I mention I loved festival food? I had even eaten a light breakfast, so I could fill up on Stuff on a Stick. "Zel, Amelia is going to be all kinds of annoyed. She managed to squeeze a day out of being all Princess-y to bum around with us. Now, if you don't show up, I'm going to have to listen to her be disappointed all day."
"Can't we wait until the crowds die down a bit?" Zelgadis crossed his arms.
"It's a festival, Zel! The crowds don't 'die down'."
I could see he wasn't going to be reasonable about this. So, I was forced to take a bit more extreme measures than are normally called for. I had enough money to pay for the damage my Dil Brand did to the wall, anyway. And it least it got Zel outside.
Gourry leaned through the hole, staring at Zelgadis and holding up a mask by the ties -- he already had put his on. "Oy, Zelgadis. You forgot your mask. Happy Founding Week."