November::25
Fandom: Cal Leandros Novels
Characters: Cal
Summary: Laundry, soap operas, nachos, and good company. How did it all go so wrong?
Warnings/Ratings: Swearing
After careful sorting, the laundry was delegated to Cal. He bitched about it because, really, laundry?
Really?
Yeah, really, move or get a katana across your ass.
Niko hadn't used so many words, but Cal could take a hint when it came to metal and violence. That he got. What he didn't get was how, for six months straight, he'd gotten laundry duty every Wednesday morning (okay, lunch time, but morning for him). Niko was good, but every week? Laundry? Cal had started thinking he was getting domestic. Did it make him more kick-ass he could fold shirts in as much time as it took to clear a room of baddies?
No. No it didn't.
The only other person as committed to Wednesday laundry as him (rather, Niko, therefore Cal) was Rosa and Barracuda. Rosa being the Hispanic woman who watched Spanish soap operas on her tiny TV as she waited for about a ton of laundry to get done, and Barracuda being possible the most deceptive kitten ever to exist. Seriously, you'd think a kitten so cute wouldn't sound like a dying chain saw. Barracuda lived in the laundromat. Cal wasn't so sure Rosa didn't. He didn't speak any Spanish, Rosa spoke no English, though she happily ranted about how Fernando shouldn't have divorced Cleo for Hester--or something like that. Cal bitched about Niko, who the woman might have thought was Cal's boyfriend. Maybe. He wasn't so sure 'brother' had crossed the language barrier yet. She also shared her cheesy spicy nacho concoction that would probably kill him. He ate it out of defiance to Niko and tofu everywhere.
He also shared with Barracuda, and after two months the thing seemed to have stopped growing. Whoops. Sorry cat. That's what he got for using Cal's balls as a springboard for jumps at the stupid ceiling fan.
Despite the bizarre addictiveness of Spanish soap operas and cheesy nacho goodness, Wednesday laundry days still sucked.
But it was so worth the look on Niko's face when Cal went off in a rant in Spanish.
Until Niko decided this meant the language learning part of Cal's brain has suddenly started existing and Cal should learn Latin too.
Cal wondered what day of the week he'd have to show up to find Cicero doing his laundry.
Characters: Cal
Summary: Laundry, soap operas, nachos, and good company. How did it all go so wrong?
Warnings/Ratings: Swearing
After careful sorting, the laundry was delegated to Cal. He bitched about it because, really, laundry?
Really?
Yeah, really, move or get a katana across your ass.
Niko hadn't used so many words, but Cal could take a hint when it came to metal and violence. That he got. What he didn't get was how, for six months straight, he'd gotten laundry duty every Wednesday morning (okay, lunch time, but morning for him). Niko was good, but every week? Laundry? Cal had started thinking he was getting domestic. Did it make him more kick-ass he could fold shirts in as much time as it took to clear a room of baddies?
No. No it didn't.
The only other person as committed to Wednesday laundry as him (rather, Niko, therefore Cal) was Rosa and Barracuda. Rosa being the Hispanic woman who watched Spanish soap operas on her tiny TV as she waited for about a ton of laundry to get done, and Barracuda being possible the most deceptive kitten ever to exist. Seriously, you'd think a kitten so cute wouldn't sound like a dying chain saw. Barracuda lived in the laundromat. Cal wasn't so sure Rosa didn't. He didn't speak any Spanish, Rosa spoke no English, though she happily ranted about how Fernando shouldn't have divorced Cleo for Hester--or something like that. Cal bitched about Niko, who the woman might have thought was Cal's boyfriend. Maybe. He wasn't so sure 'brother' had crossed the language barrier yet. She also shared her cheesy spicy nacho concoction that would probably kill him. He ate it out of defiance to Niko and tofu everywhere.
He also shared with Barracuda, and after two months the thing seemed to have stopped growing. Whoops. Sorry cat. That's what he got for using Cal's balls as a springboard for jumps at the stupid ceiling fan.
Despite the bizarre addictiveness of Spanish soap operas and cheesy nacho goodness, Wednesday laundry days still sucked.
But it was so worth the look on Niko's face when Cal went off in a rant in Spanish.
Until Niko decided this meant the language learning part of Cal's brain has suddenly started existing and Cal should learn Latin too.
Cal wondered what day of the week he'd have to show up to find Cicero doing his laundry.