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Title: A Pennycent For Your Thoughts
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister (implied)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Still don't own Red Dwarf. Still don't make money from this.
Spoilers: Legion.
Notes: Inspired by an interesting scene from Legion, and a challenge in a different fandom and community. Go figure.
"Dunno 'bout that wine though," Lister frowned, wiping his mouth as they followed Legion down the corridor. "Tasted a bit weird, didn't it? Kinda bitter; kinda salty. Odd texture to it too. Kinda yoghurty."
Kryten gave him a sideways glance. "Well, Sir... It's telekinetic. It tastes like whatever was on your mind when you drank it. What were you thinking of at the time?"
Turning and about to answer, Lister froze, his face turning the color of the very wine they were discussing.
"Sir?" Kryten hurried after him, but Lister, rushing on ahead, did not say another word.
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister (implied)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Still don't own Red Dwarf. Still don't make money from this.
Spoilers: Legion.
Notes: Inspired by an interesting scene from Legion, and a challenge in a different fandom and community. Go figure.
"Dunno 'bout that wine though," Lister frowned, wiping his mouth as they followed Legion down the corridor. "Tasted a bit weird, didn't it? Kinda bitter; kinda salty. Odd texture to it too. Kinda yoghurty."
Kryten gave him a sideways glance. "Well, Sir... It's telekinetic. It tastes like whatever was on your mind when you drank it. What were you thinking of at the time?"
Turning and about to answer, Lister froze, his face turning the color of the very wine they were discussing.
"Sir?" Kryten hurried after him, but Lister, rushing on ahead, did not say another word.
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Date: 2007-04-09 04:35 pm (UTC)*tips hat*
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Date: 2007-04-09 08:19 pm (UTC)