Wow, my first fic and it's for Courage The Cowardly Dog. xD Well, it's not actually my first. I have two other accounts on here, so... yeah... But this is my first fic for CTCD, so that counts for something, right? This'll be a collection of themes between the Computer and Courage. I love that pairing. ^-^ So here we go!

Disclaimer: If I owned the show, why would I have to sink to writing fanfiction for it?

Deal

Smoke drifted through the air from a dying cigar in an ashtray; an uncomfortable heat had been settled over the room for a few hours, the silence only broken now and then by the two that currently occupied the room. The sun shining in through the window made the small pink dog wearing his green visor tug at his fur, sweating still. It was extremely hot in the attic right now, which raised the question how hot it was elsewhere in the small home, considering the fact that the attic was the only room in the house that was not insulated.

"Royal Flush," the distinctly British voice of the Computer spoke up, the cards on the screen turning over to be revealed. Indeed it appeared he had one yet again, and the dog threw his cards to the ground, frustrated, "Oh don't be like that, you sour loser," the Computer said rather condescendingly. Though he didn't have a face to speak of, he almost sounded like he was rolling his eyes at the dog's childish behavior.

The dog-who went by the name of Courage despite his general lack thereof-turned to scowl at the machine, grumbling for a moment before yelling gibberish at him, reverting back to a language said animal had an easier time with. The Computer, being fluent in every language known to man and some unknown to man (and other mysterious languages only known by the criminally insane. Not to mention a very curious dialect that was spoken only by one depressed potted plant that had a bad habit of smashing onto the ground and being broken) he understood Courage perfectly, and scoffed.

"Getting personal, are we?" the Computer drawled, his speak typing across the screen to match the speed with which he spoke. He paused for a moment to let Courage growl at him before giving a very coarse laugh-only one, "Ha! Well don't expect me to sink to your barbaric level. You idiot."

This prompted some louder gibberish from the dog, who slapped his small paws onto the keyboard and then jumped to the floor, where he began picking up his cards.

"No need to be violent. And cheating? Is that the best you could do? As if I would need to cheat to beat you," Courage stuffed the cards into their small box, shoving them into his pocket (because of course he has a pocket, otherwise he wouldn't be able to carry around his various nick-nacks and stuff of the like) along with his visor, "You are just marvelously untalented."

He stated this in such a matter-of-fact tone that Courage simply couldn't stand it anymore. He threw open the window to allow the smoke from his cigar (as everybody knows dogs enjoy smoking when playing poker) to drift outside where it would probably suffocate a bird or something, and then he stormed to the door.

"It's almost embarrassing that you react like this," the Computer called after him as the little dog marched down the hall and away from him, "Honestly-" his voice rose "-you are so mature right now!"

But the little dog was already gone, and the Computer sighed, alone again.

"Twit."

Aaaaaaaaaaaaannnnd SCENE!

So what did you guys think, huh? Review if you're awesome! CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome-I'm always looking for ways to improve as a writer! Remember: these won't be very long. They're just going to be a bunch of little one-shots for anyone who wants them. :3 I think the theme here is obvious. I take suggestions, so hit me with any you want to see!

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