Disclaimer: Fake-ity fake fake. I think we all know that the Farns would never throw a tantrum.
The clubhouse clears when Kyle Farnsworth gets pissed.
Well, almost. One Tiger stays behind.
Some guys leave, but others linger in the dugout, talking a little, but mostly listening.
There's yelling at first, yelling and crashing and general havoc, the usual Farnsworth tantrum.
Then there's quiet, no sound travelling through the closed door.
Nobody knows what happens during the quiet, though some of the guys have ventured a lewd guess or two.
The the door opens, the guys look busy, and Kyle emerges, calm.
And right behind him, always, follows a pleased-looking Jeremy Bonderman.
Then, without fail, they leave together.
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...when, exactly, did I become such a whore for Tiger slash? I'd like to know. xP
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Come see the liiiiiggghhhttt....!
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Oh!
I luuurrrrrve it!
Bondo pleased! Like a cat that got the cream, I imagine, and that's a very unfortunate analogy given, yeah, but there it is.
And he's all that can calm the Farns down and, oh, I love it. And you leave all the smut to the imagination, and I think we all know that I've got a terribly filthy mind, so I shall smuttify the hell out of this in my brain and IT WILL BE YOUR FAULT HA HA VICTORY!
Seriously, that's some good writin' shit, yo.
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;)
Quite pleased you liked it. I like this drabble thing so far, it's fun. Other people tell me what to write and I get to play with the words and make them fit. It's a blast. =D
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I just spit a bit of my coffee all over the computer lab station. I hope you're happy :-P
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