Fic: You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch
Dec. 19th, 2011 08:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starrikaTitle: You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Pairing (if applicable): Minako/Kunzite (Ken)
Rating: PG
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
shitennou_ai Advent Drabblender 16. The Grinch.
"Please?"
"No."
"Come on, it will be cute!"
"No, Mina."
"Pleeeease?"
"Mina, I’m not wearing that sweater."
Mina huffed, sending her bangs flying upward for a moment and Ken grinned. "But it’s Christmas! And American - you’re American! Don’t be a Grinch. You’re supposed to wear sweaters with flashing lights and sequins and pompoms," she reasoned. "Plus, I’m wearing one!"
Ken took a moment to appreciate how she had squeezed herself in a child-sized sweater, knowing full well that Jed would make a crack about the snowflakes on it as soon as they showed up at the party. "Mina, I’m not wearing that. You might as well chop of my balls and hand them to Jed."
Mina giggled for a moment, looking at the very tacky sweater she had in hand. "What’ll it take to get you in it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, all childish pleading gone.
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Pairing (if applicable): Minako/Kunzite (Ken)
Rating: PG
Prompt:
shitennou_ai Advent Drabblender 16. The Grinch."Please?"
"No."
"Come on, it will be cute!"
"No, Mina."
"Pleeeease?"
"Mina, I’m not wearing that sweater."
Mina huffed, sending her bangs flying upward for a moment and Ken grinned. "But it’s Christmas! And American - you’re American! Don’t be a Grinch. You’re supposed to wear sweaters with flashing lights and sequins and pompoms," she reasoned. "Plus, I’m wearing one!"
Ken took a moment to appreciate how she had squeezed herself in a child-sized sweater, knowing full well that Jed would make a crack about the snowflakes on it as soon as they showed up at the party. "Mina, I’m not wearing that. You might as well chop of my balls and hand them to Jed."
Mina giggled for a moment, looking at the very tacky sweater she had in hand. "What’ll it take to get you in it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, all childish pleading gone.
