A/N: So the adorableness of this image got in my head and would not go away. Hence ficcage. Oh yeah, the names that Mot and Link call each other are terms of affection for them.
Extreme Makeover; Motley Crue Edition
"Mot? What cha up to?" Sid asked, poking her head into her friend's room, a curious look on her face. There was no reply, causing her to frown. "Motley," she called in a sing song voice, "you in the land of the wide awake people?"
"M'over here!" a muffled voice spoke out from under a large hood, causing Sid to laugh out loud. "Don't laugh!" Mot scowled, lifting the hood up again. "It keeps falling down."
"Then find a smaller one?" Sid suggested, smiling at her friend. Mot considered this for a moment.
"But this one is all fluffy an' soft an' cuddly," she said, obviously fighting not to pout. "I like this one," she nodded, "just need to find a way of keeping it on properly."
"Good luck with that," Sid laughed, wandering back out of the room. Mot frowned, placing the hood on her head, only to have it slip over her eyes again.
"Mr. Hood, you are not my friend anymore," she told it, scowling lightly.
"Oh nice," Link called, wandering in. What was it with people randomly wandering into her room today Mot couldn't help but wonder. "What's up with your face twat-bag?"
"Not that its your business," Mot said, sniffing slightly, "but I can't get my hood to sit right … bitch-ass," she told him, quickly sticking her tongue out at him, before grinning widely. Link looked over at her, considering the matter slightly.
"I got it," he grinned, wandering over to her. She took a step backwards. "Sit still twat-bag," he said to her. He paused, looking at her carefully once more, before whipping off his cap and bandana. Quickly he retied the bandana around Motley's head, placing the cap on top of it at an angle, after which he pulled up the hood. "Sits properly now. Oh the cleverness of me," he crowed. He gave Motley a huge grin. "You look bitchin'"
Motley grinned back at him, "Word."