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First post in
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Lorne slips into the back of the courtroom. Anywhere else, it’s a dead cert he’d be noticed, but here? Not so much. His green skin and horns are a little tame, frankly. Especially compared to the defendant whose case Gunn is pleading. Eloquently.
He leans forward, putting his head on his folded hands. “Three Little Maids” has been playing in Gunn’s mind for the past few days. Like a disease you can’t get rid of. The Gilbert and Sullivan tumor.
Lorne can read him. Read every want, every wish, every desire.
Gunn might be smart. He might have the clothes, the looks, the ‘tude, but there’s one thing he doesn’t have: someone to share it with. Fred’s gone, and Charlie’s a lonely, lonely man.
The sprightly melody plays on in Gunn’s mind as he argues his case, looking only at the judge. Beseeching her with big, brown eyes. Lovely eyes.
Lorne sighs, leaning back. It’s too bad he can read every one of Gunn’s thoughts, and feel his distaste for anything not packaged in a human container. And it’s good that Gunn can’t read his mind.
Because more than anything else, he’d love for counsel to give him a trial.
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Lorne slips into the back of the courtroom. Anywhere else, it’s a dead cert he’d be noticed, but here? Not so much. His green skin and horns are a little tame, frankly. Especially compared to the defendant whose case Gunn is pleading. Eloquently.
He leans forward, putting his head on his folded hands. “Three Little Maids” has been playing in Gunn’s mind for the past few days. Like a disease you can’t get rid of. The Gilbert and Sullivan tumor.
Lorne can read him. Read every want, every wish, every desire.
Gunn might be smart. He might have the clothes, the looks, the ‘tude, but there’s one thing he doesn’t have: someone to share it with. Fred’s gone, and Charlie’s a lonely, lonely man.
The sprightly melody plays on in Gunn’s mind as he argues his case, looking only at the judge. Beseeching her with big, brown eyes. Lovely eyes.
Lorne sighs, leaning back. It’s too bad he can read every one of Gunn’s thoughts, and feel his distaste for anything not packaged in a human container. And it’s good that Gunn can’t read his mind.
Because more than anything else, he’d love for counsel to give him a trial.
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*runs screaming from the thought of Shrek/Lorne*
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Poor Lorne, lusting after some lawyer-lovin'. *g*
And the idea of Gunn with Three Little Maids going round and round in his head may stay with me for some time. Hee!
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And poor lonely boys.
I am amused by the Three Little Maids bit, but could you imagine if Gun had I've Got A Little List stuck in his head and was making his own list of people he'd like to dispatch *g*
Yes I am amused easily
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Great to see this up and running, Willa! I'm off to think!
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