Hello, hello, I'm back with a new whacko creation, this time an 07 Ghost fanfic. This was also written for my dear FyeHalfmoon. It's an apology for a senseless arguement I brought about(that caused dragons in the toilet).
And of course, disclaimers, the ghosts and Teito and 07 Ghost are not miiiiiiiiiine. And neither is Charlie teh Unicron, I'm very sure everyone already knows.
Frau thudded into the kitchen heavily like a bear. Dragging a chair out from the table so that it screeched across the floor he smacked down hard onto it. He groaned. Hangover, no good. Raking a hand through his hair, he lighted a cigarette with the other. That would help him think.
"Hey Lab," he rocked back in the chair and turned to look at the cooking Profe. "Are you done with my pancakes yet?"
"No, but I can make you a Grand Slamwich," Labrador flipped a pancake. "Feet off the table, Zehel."
"Yes, Mother," groaned the rebuked. He surveyed the area of the food making. Pancake mix, water. His mind was starting to wake up more. He stared hard, squinting and nearly crossing his eyes with the effort. What was that. Labrador was putting something into those pancakes. Some sort of herb from the look of it, a sticky dark brown color. Something was not right here. Frau could just smell Castor's signature on it somewhere.
Labrador turned off the fire and brought the pancakes over, placing them in front of Frau along with some maple syrup and a glass of milk he had somehow managed to carry all in one hand. Frau grabbed his sleave, frowning at him suspiciously.
"What did I just see you putting in those Grand Pancake Slams?"
Labrador smiled. "Nothing, nothing, just a little gift from me and Castor to add flavor. Go on and try them, how do they taste?"
Frau was still suspicious. Anything that had to do with Castor was suspicious. He gingerly tried a corner. Huh. Seemed alright. He decided it safe to eat the rest.
Half an hour later, Frau's stomach was rolling like the sea.
"Oh dear," said Labrador. "It seems the laxative effects are beginning to kick in. You may want to pay a visit to the water closet."
"You did what." said Frau, his face going blue. He should have known.
"What's going on in here?" Teito peered around the door, Mikage riding on his shoulder. Frau's bishop robes swooshed past him, an almost unrecognizable blur.
"It's the Pancakes!" he shrieked.
There now. And the moral of the story is this: don't get drunk senseless. Especially not when Labrador and Castor are your friends.