Just a short dialogue fic that I have had hanging around for a while. Not really sure if it makes sense but it was just a little scene I had in my head (after Jingo).
For all those waiting for an update on How Hard Can It Be? I will be getting back to that and I have one chapter written for it, just not the next one (it is the one after that) and I have a little bit of a block on it also school has come up. Luckily my GCSEs finish in 5 weeks then I should be free to write a lot more. I will be finishing that story as it has all been planned out so don't worry.
Anyway on with this, I still have no idea why I wrote it, lol.
Warning: OOC, just a little
Disclaimer: not mine
'Nobby'
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'Nobby'
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Corporal C..'
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'Will you take that off already, we're not in Klatch anymore'
'No sarge, sorry sarge'
'Why on earth not?'
'It gives me an insight into the female mind, sarge, and beside women actually talk to me now!'
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Sarge? Do you think the helmet matches?'
'Um...no, Nobby it doesn't'
'Call me Beti, sarge'
Okaaay, no "Beti" it doesn't, it makes you look fat, and I don't think it is possible for anything to match with that...dress'
'Ugh there you go another comment designed by the male population to make us females feel subordinate and insignificant and...fat'
'Nobby, you're wearing a bleeding dress, of course your helmet doesn't match and you're a mal.... Not female'
'Hmph'
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'Nobby take that hideous thing off, you're disgracing mister Vimes'
'Ugh, if you say so sarge...*under breath* you annoying, constricting man'
'What did you just say Corporal?'
'Just that we'd better get back to the watch house sarge, my uniform is in me locker'
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'Nobby?'
'Yes sarge'
'Can you stop swaying your hips? That man over there is being sick in the gutter'
'Sorry sarge, it's the dress'
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A/N so what did you think, please let me know, reviews are my life.