Unnamed Scare-pair Drabble

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

roadstergal, I have your drabble. Take as long as you need with the Tomb Raider fic. Just as long as it's written and posted.

Anyway, Any Low/Legion. Exactly 100 words.

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Legion feels that something is wrong. He shouldn’t be thinking at all, unless someone has entered his domain…

Oh dear. He walks over to the visitor, and feels his body twisting to copy his guest.

He does not want this mind. It is twisted, and not good for him at all.

Too late. The shift happens, and he has no choice but to become the guest.

His new guest grins, and they swagger off to the dining room for some lager.

Low Lister has no problem with sleeping with himself.

Legion’s previous selves are revolted, but nothing can be done.

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Comments

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

*barely concealed laughter* "Something like that."

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

*sighs* "You know, I don't think you appreciate the magnitude of the sacrifice I make. Between your lyrical belching, that dying-from-choking-on-lutefisk-like noise you call guitar playing, those curries you endlessly slob down your gullet that both leave fluorescent stains on my sheets and clouds of flatulence in my bunk that make me quail in fear when you light your morning cigarette, for fear that you'll ignite an explosion that will tear this tinfoil lander apart, that sixteen-cigarette-a-day habit, and the way you blubber like a girl when you watch those smegging romantic movies... well, if there were any public left in this universe, it would be a considerably gracious act on my part for you to be seen with me in it, miladdio."

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

*warm, yet cheeky smile* "I love you too, man."

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

*spreads arms in resignation (http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e204/holodonkeh/Tikka%20to%20Ride/tikka29.jpg)*