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seikilosTitle: Short and Sweet: Extended Edition
Fandom: Tales of Graces f
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG-13
Words: 341
Disclaimer: I don't own the above fandom.
Summary: A continuation of the skit Short and Sweet, wherein Hubert attempts to find support for his position. It goes about as well as one might expect.
Author's Notes: While playing Tales of Graces f on the weekend, I picked up this skit. Once Yosie and I finished rolling on the floor from our hysterical gigglefit, we discussed how we thought it ended too early and the way things should have gone instead. And then I went and wrote this.
I'd apologize to Hubert's dignity, but that would imply I'm sorry for taking a great deal of wicked glee out of mocking him. So there's that.
"That skirt is far too short!"
Cheria stared at him, wide-eyed, her face nearly as pink as her hair.
"Huh? My . . . skirt?" she squeaked.
Why did she sound surprised? How could she not know?
His voice cracking with intensity, Hubert burst out, "It's a distraction to everyone in combat! Do you understand how much thigh you're revealing?! It's an affront to basic public decency!"
Cheria backed away a few paces, protesting, "Hey! C'mon Hubert! Stop staring at me like that!"
"Well then, you should start dressing more appropriately!" he yelled and spun around to face the others, who were watching in fascination. "You all agree, don't you?!"
He was met with three blank expressions and, courtesy of the captain, one amused one.
"Huh? What are you talking about, Little Bro?" Pascal scratched her head.
"Yeah, Hubert, what's gotten into you, anyway?" Asbel asked in confusion. "I don't find Cheria's skirt distracting at all."
"I like Cheria's skirt," Sophie said. "It's nice."
". . . Thank you, Sophie," Cheria said dejectedly, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
Hubert could just hear the laughter in Captain Malik's voice as he advised, "Hubert, an important part of every soldier's training is cultivating an awareness of your body and its needs. If Cheria's skirt is taking up this much of your attention, you may want to look into seeing to those needs."
"This has nothing to do with that!" he squawked, his face seared hotter than any sunburn.
"All the same," the captain replied, making no attempt at a straight face, "perhaps you ought to spend some time alone, to be sure."
There was no dignified response he could make to such a—a scandalous suggestion, and so he stormed away, down the trail towards the enclave. The last he could hear before the wind and snow mercifully snatched the words from his ears was Asbel asking, "Shouldn't we go after him, to help him?"
"No, Asbel," Captain Malik replied in a laughter-choked voice, "this is something he has to do on his own."
Fandom: Tales of Graces f
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG-13
Words: 341
Disclaimer: I don't own the above fandom.
Summary: A continuation of the skit Short and Sweet, wherein Hubert attempts to find support for his position. It goes about as well as one might expect.
Author's Notes: While playing Tales of Graces f on the weekend, I picked up this skit. Once Yosie and I finished rolling on the floor from our hysterical gigglefit, we discussed how we thought it ended too early and the way things should have gone instead. And then I went and wrote this.
I'd apologize to Hubert's dignity, but that would imply I'm sorry for taking a great deal of wicked glee out of mocking him. So there's that.
"That skirt is far too short!"
Cheria stared at him, wide-eyed, her face nearly as pink as her hair.
"Huh? My . . . skirt?" she squeaked.
Why did she sound surprised? How could she not know?
His voice cracking with intensity, Hubert burst out, "It's a distraction to everyone in combat! Do you understand how much thigh you're revealing?! It's an affront to basic public decency!"
Cheria backed away a few paces, protesting, "Hey! C'mon Hubert! Stop staring at me like that!"
"Well then, you should start dressing more appropriately!" he yelled and spun around to face the others, who were watching in fascination. "You all agree, don't you?!"
He was met with three blank expressions and, courtesy of the captain, one amused one.
"Huh? What are you talking about, Little Bro?" Pascal scratched her head.
"Yeah, Hubert, what's gotten into you, anyway?" Asbel asked in confusion. "I don't find Cheria's skirt distracting at all."
"I like Cheria's skirt," Sophie said. "It's nice."
". . . Thank you, Sophie," Cheria said dejectedly, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
Hubert could just hear the laughter in Captain Malik's voice as he advised, "Hubert, an important part of every soldier's training is cultivating an awareness of your body and its needs. If Cheria's skirt is taking up this much of your attention, you may want to look into seeing to those needs."
"This has nothing to do with that!" he squawked, his face seared hotter than any sunburn.
"All the same," the captain replied, making no attempt at a straight face, "perhaps you ought to spend some time alone, to be sure."
There was no dignified response he could make to such a—a scandalous suggestion, and so he stormed away, down the trail towards the enclave. The last he could hear before the wind and snow mercifully snatched the words from his ears was Asbel asking, "Shouldn't we go after him, to help him?"
"No, Asbel," Captain Malik replied in a laughter-choked voice, "this is something he has to do on his own."
THIS IS A TOTALLY APPROPRIATE ICON
Date: 2012-05-16 11:06 pm (UTC)(Can I link this on Plurk? I suspect there is someone who may be interested in reading this...)
TOTALLY
Date: 2012-05-16 11:10 pm (UTC)(And absolutely! Link away~ ♥ )