| Title: Garish Author: Jo Pairings: Karl Urban/Lawrence Makoare Rating: PG Summary: Karl is less than impressed. Disclaimer: Didn't happen. Well, okay...it MIGHT have, but neither one of 'em saw fit to tell me about it. Author's Notes: Written for the Contre La Montre "all dialogue" challenge. Time limit of 30 minutes, written in 10. For Kielle, in honor of "the shirt." "Christ...." "Nice, innit?" "Erm...." "And look at how big it is." "I see that." "That all you can say?" "I --" "No, it's okay, I understand. You're overwhelmed by the sheer magnificence of it, aren't you?" "Something like that." "I knew it!" "Lawrence...." "Here, feel! Go on, touch it. It won't bite you." "Biting isn't exactly what worried me. This is just...well, okay, it FEELS rather nice." "It's one of its big selling points." "I'm sure. Nice as it feels, though...." "Yeah?" "It looks hideous." "Does not!" "Lawrence...hate to tell you this, but.... It does. Eye-wrenchingly hideous. Garish, even." "Does it really?" "Aw, mate, don't look so down about it. I had to tell Orli the same thing when he showed me his." "Orli showed you his?" "Yeah, he did. Yesterday. Took --" "Damn it! He said he'd wait so we could show 'em to you together!" "-- me all afternoon to recover...wait. You were going to show me together?" "Well, yeah. Thought it was a good idea. Get your opinion of 'em when you could compare 'em." "Together?" "That was the plan." "Think I'm glad it didn't work out that way. One at a time is quite enough." "Really?" "Yeah." "So...what d'you think?" "About what?" "This!" "Oh. Erm...." "C'mon, Karl. Be honest. Which is better, mine or Orli's?" "Well...your's is bigger." "Course it is." "Stop looking so smug, you big wanker. Orli's was brighter." "No way." "Yes way. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen anything quite that bright." "Well, damn. You sure?" "Positive." "Karl?" "Yeah?" "Look at it again." "Do I have to?" "Please?" "Oh, okay. Jesus...the things I do for you. Okay, I'm looking at it. What now?" "Get closer. Look at the detail." "Do I...right. You know...it's really not any better looking up close." "You sure?" "Positive. It's still pretty damn ugly." "But does it beat Orli's?" "What is this, some sort of competition with you two?" "Kinda. Are you growling?" "No, just clearing my throat." "Well?" "Fine, your's is more...impressive. Much more impressive than Orli's. Andoh,dearGod,Ican'tbelieveIjustsaidthat." "It is?" "Yes, it is. Stop preening, damn it." "Wait, I have another one to show you!" "ANOTHER one? Lawrence...just how many shirts did you buy yesterday?" "A dozen." "Christ...."
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