Stuff100: Turf War
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lb_leeTurf War
Prompt: 'Green'
Summary: Thomas and Biff decide to declare who's alpha male in the traditional masculine fashion: football.
Notes: I needed to clean out my brain after the heavy duty D:-fest that is 'After the Fall.' So, silly crack.
Raige wasn’t sure how it’d happened. Biff and Thomas wouldn’t tell him, and M.D. only proclaimed that she had nothing to do with it… though whether that was true was up for debate. All he knew was that one day, he came out and found Biff and Thomas standing down in the field. Thomas had greasepaint under his eyes and cleats on; Biff was in his usual clothes but had a football under his arm.
Ostensibly, they were smiling at each other. You know. If wolves smiled.
M.D. had a seat out, a bowl of nuts in her lap, and was all set to watch.
“Whose idea was this?” Raige asked, moving towards her.
“Don’t know, don’t care,” M.D. said cheerfully, “but I’m all for it.”
Thomas and Biff were squatting down now, still eyeing at each other in the wolves-with-a-steak way.
“Are you kidding?” Raige said. “Someone’s going to get seriously hurt!”
“Yup,” she agreed cheerfully.
“Shouldn’t we stop them?”
“No. No, milquetoast, we shouldn’t.”
“Reason being…?”
“Primarily, because I am sick of watching Thomas’s chest-beating and this might finally get it out of his system. Also: because if we try to stop them from seriously hurting each other, they may seriously hurt us.”
Raige considered ignoring her and trying to intervene. Because sure, Biff, not someone he wanted to get in the way of, but Thomas… then he saw the way Thomas was smiling.
Never mind. It’d be suicide.
Despite all his higher aspirations, Raige found himself wondering who would win. Sure, Thomas was the football player, but Biff was a human freight train. Whoever came out on top, it was bound to be ugly.
“Who’re you betting on?” He asked M.D.
She didn’t even pretend to be offended. “I don’t bet on cockfights, milquetoast. I just observe them.”
“Hut!”
Wham!
Raige winced. M.D. grinned and bellowed, “Fore!”
Prompt: 'Green'
Summary: Thomas and Biff decide to declare who's alpha male in the traditional masculine fashion: football.
Notes: I needed to clean out my brain after the heavy duty D:-fest that is 'After the Fall.' So, silly crack.
Raige wasn’t sure how it’d happened. Biff and Thomas wouldn’t tell him, and M.D. only proclaimed that she had nothing to do with it… though whether that was true was up for debate. All he knew was that one day, he came out and found Biff and Thomas standing down in the field. Thomas had greasepaint under his eyes and cleats on; Biff was in his usual clothes but had a football under his arm.
Ostensibly, they were smiling at each other. You know. If wolves smiled.
M.D. had a seat out, a bowl of nuts in her lap, and was all set to watch.
“Whose idea was this?” Raige asked, moving towards her.
“Don’t know, don’t care,” M.D. said cheerfully, “but I’m all for it.”
Thomas and Biff were squatting down now, still eyeing at each other in the wolves-with-a-steak way.
“Are you kidding?” Raige said. “Someone’s going to get seriously hurt!”
“Yup,” she agreed cheerfully.
“Shouldn’t we stop them?”
“No. No, milquetoast, we shouldn’t.”
“Reason being…?”
“Primarily, because I am sick of watching Thomas’s chest-beating and this might finally get it out of his system. Also: because if we try to stop them from seriously hurting each other, they may seriously hurt us.”
Raige considered ignoring her and trying to intervene. Because sure, Biff, not someone he wanted to get in the way of, but Thomas… then he saw the way Thomas was smiling.
Never mind. It’d be suicide.
Despite all his higher aspirations, Raige found himself wondering who would win. Sure, Thomas was the football player, but Biff was a human freight train. Whoever came out on top, it was bound to be ugly.
“Who’re you betting on?” He asked M.D.
She didn’t even pretend to be offended. “I don’t bet on cockfights, milquetoast. I just observe them.”
“Hut!”
Wham!
Raige winced. M.D. grinned and bellowed, “Fore!”
