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Continuation of the second fill for
http://tintin-kinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1701.html?thread=1870501#cmt1870501 .
Warning: Tintin/Haddock, drunken confession.
I quoted 4 lines of Indiana Jones 2nd movie, only made them slightly less formal.
A dinner to remember - part 3/4
Tintin could hear Captain’s rumbling voice too clearly. It’s like the man is right in front of him and not behind closed massive doors.
“YER DON’T KNOW A THING ‘BOUT WHAT I FEEL! ‘CAUSE, I’LL TELL YER, IN CERTAIN THINGS YER AS DUMB AS STONE!”
The young reporter tries to fight out his way from the attacker’s grip desperately. How come, that it always ends up like this? He does not know anyone in India who would want to get rid of him. All right, he does, but they are all under arrest. Aren’t they?
“EVERY SINCE, YER LISTENIN’, EVERY SINCE YER CAME CRASHIN’ THROUGH MY WINDOW LIKE A THUNDERIN’ TYPHOON YER ARE, I LOVE YER!”
Tintin could hardly breathe, but not because of the assassins arm wrapped around his neck.
Snowy, finally spotting the right place in the tangle of struggling limbs, jumps forward with excited bark, diving his teeth into the soft flesh. The attacker yells out an “Aaarhg!” kind of sound, his hands leaving Tintin’s neck to soothe own aching ass.
“THAT’S ALL YER GOTTA SAY?!”
The ginger takes full advantage of his attacker inability, shoving his left knee into that mans stomach while demonstrating a fine example of his famous right hook. The assassin collapsing motionlessly.
“TINTIN, THIS IS ONE NIGHT YER NEVER FORGET. THIS IS THE NIGHT I SLIPPED RIGHT THROUGH YER FINGERS. SLEEP TIGHT AND PLEASANT DREAMS.” Captain’s voice grew more frantic, nearly breaking down at the end.
Tintin scrambles back to his feet, hands shoots to his sore neck, eyes frantically searching the room for another attacker. Noticing the secret entrance, his thoughts gallops to worst scenario. If there’s a secret entrance in his room … there might be one in Archibald’s as well …
“No.” Suddenly, chill seeps into Tintin’s bones.
The slamming sound could be heard and then, through a pair of closed doors carved from massive mahogany, come perfectly audible confession. “I COULD’VE BEEN YER GREATEST ADVENTURE!“
Tintin’s jaw drops in surprise while his brain tries to process what he just heard.
“O.”
Captain stares at his abused bedroom doors, sensing the embarrassment dancing thorough his whole body.
What did he just did? Ooooo, Columbus, what did he just did!
With legs suddenly turned jelly, he stumbles to bed, collapsing on his back and hiding his head under one of those frilly comfy pillows. Wishing desperately that the ground would just fall apart and swallow him on this very spot.
How could he?
How would he face Tintin after THIS?
The doors are thrown open, said ginger standing there like The Devil on Doomsday, his face unreadable. The sight making Archibald sober at instant. Tintin breathes out sharply, stepping resolutely inside whilst slamming the doors shut. Archibald could not tear off his eyes away, clutching the pillow to his chest, afraid of moving even the slightest.
“Be gentle.” Is all he manages to say.
http://tintin-kinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1701.html?thread=1870501#cmt1870501 .
Warning: Tintin/Haddock, drunken confession.
I quoted 4 lines of Indiana Jones 2nd movie, only made them slightly less formal.
A dinner to remember - part 3/4
Tintin could hear Captain’s rumbling voice too clearly. It’s like the man is right in front of him and not behind closed massive doors.
“YER DON’T KNOW A THING ‘BOUT WHAT I FEEL! ‘CAUSE, I’LL TELL YER, IN CERTAIN THINGS YER AS DUMB AS STONE!”
The young reporter tries to fight out his way from the attacker’s grip desperately. How come, that it always ends up like this? He does not know anyone in India who would want to get rid of him. All right, he does, but they are all under arrest. Aren’t they?
“EVERY SINCE, YER LISTENIN’, EVERY SINCE YER CAME CRASHIN’ THROUGH MY WINDOW LIKE A THUNDERIN’ TYPHOON YER ARE, I LOVE YER!”
Tintin could hardly breathe, but not because of the assassins arm wrapped around his neck.
Snowy, finally spotting the right place in the tangle of struggling limbs, jumps forward with excited bark, diving his teeth into the soft flesh. The attacker yells out an “Aaarhg!” kind of sound, his hands leaving Tintin’s neck to soothe own aching ass.
“THAT’S ALL YER GOTTA SAY?!”
The ginger takes full advantage of his attacker inability, shoving his left knee into that mans stomach while demonstrating a fine example of his famous right hook. The assassin collapsing motionlessly.
“TINTIN, THIS IS ONE NIGHT YER NEVER FORGET. THIS IS THE NIGHT I SLIPPED RIGHT THROUGH YER FINGERS. SLEEP TIGHT AND PLEASANT DREAMS.” Captain’s voice grew more frantic, nearly breaking down at the end.
Tintin scrambles back to his feet, hands shoots to his sore neck, eyes frantically searching the room for another attacker. Noticing the secret entrance, his thoughts gallops to worst scenario. If there’s a secret entrance in his room … there might be one in Archibald’s as well …
“No.” Suddenly, chill seeps into Tintin’s bones.
The slamming sound could be heard and then, through a pair of closed doors carved from massive mahogany, come perfectly audible confession. “I COULD’VE BEEN YER GREATEST ADVENTURE!“
Tintin’s jaw drops in surprise while his brain tries to process what he just heard.
“O.”
Captain stares at his abused bedroom doors, sensing the embarrassment dancing thorough his whole body.
What did he just did? Ooooo, Columbus, what did he just did!
With legs suddenly turned jelly, he stumbles to bed, collapsing on his back and hiding his head under one of those frilly comfy pillows. Wishing desperately that the ground would just fall apart and swallow him on this very spot.
How could he?
How would he face Tintin after THIS?
The doors are thrown open, said ginger standing there like The Devil on Doomsday, his face unreadable. The sight making Archibald sober at instant. Tintin breathes out sharply, stepping resolutely inside whilst slamming the doors shut. Archibald could not tear off his eyes away, clutching the pillow to his chest, afraid of moving even the slightest.
“Be gentle.” Is all he manages to say.
