LGBT-fest and drabble tree

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Just a 'lil note to let y'all know that lgbtfest is still taking signups (until March 15th.) You can do so here. There are plenty of Red Dwarf prompts, and I'd feel all tingly if they got written.

So as to make this post less about pimpage and more about actual ficcing, how about a drabble-tree? It's like an orgy, but with drabbles instead of sex. :p If you've not done one before - it's simple. I will post a drabble (a story that's 100 words exactly) below the cut. If you'd like to play, take a sentence from that drabble, and use it to write one of your own. Then post it in reply to the one you stole from, and so on, and so forth. If you don't want to write 100 words exactly, that's OK too. It's about fun, not exact definitions!



Feigning sleep in the darkened room, Rimmer watched Lister lean into his locker, rummaging through his clothes. Rimmer's clothes! What a violation! Like sticking your finger in someone's food, or sitting down on someone's lap uninvited, or sticking your tongue into their mouth.

Disgusting.

Lister whistled, picking up shirt after shirt before discarding it, and picking another. He ran his hands over them, like... Rimmer shuddered in horror. But he didn't look away. Suddenly, Lister nodded, and, taking off his own, stained tee, slid into one of Rimmer's work shirts. When he turned around, Rimmmer closed his eyes, quickly.

Disgusting.

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The Cat jumped into the empty top bunk, kicking loose the wadded up ball that was the familiar, scratchy Titan Hilton blanket. Like most of what went into this particular bunk, it was rarely washed, and human scents clung to every fiber of the fabric. In the course of his waking hours, this would bother him, but there was something comforting about the scent of one's human companions about during a nap. It was like having company without said humans actually being around to annoy you. Seeing that the first thing on his agenda post-snooze was a bath, it was of little consequence.

He stretched, and curled up into the messy nest of blankets he had made. He closed his eyes, but could not doze off. He wrinkled his nose. There was something about that scent that wasn't quite right. Something slightly musky, a slight change in hormones. He felt slightly ill as he sat up, wiping his delicate nose, which was analyzing its meaning. For the past few weeks he'd scented faint traces of desire radiating from Lister, and his sensitive ears had noticed the shift in his tone of voice to something slightly warmer and softer when addressing Rimmer. The scents matched up, only the intensity was concentrated here.

"Disgusting." he grumbled, leaping down from his perch. If he stayed here he'd probably have a nightmare. He'd have to go someplace else... Thursday was laundry day, he remembered, and there was bound to be a stack of warm towels near the dryers. At least they wouldn't ... smell.