Warning: Slash
Pairing: Nathan/Charles
Words: 185
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Skwisgaar is going to have to steal that back and test it himself. With Toki. Gratuitously.
Dethmerch
"All right, you want to make a modification to the pelvic thrust mace belt." Charles adjusted his glasses. He had a feeling this was going to be one of those… 'interesting' requests.
"Well," Nathan said, "we've talked about it, and, uh, we think it should be a pelvic thrust massage oil dispenser instead."
Charles bit his tongue to keep from reacting. "...Mm-hmm."
"And we think it should be in with the new dethmerch. So, you know, people will use it."
"...Yes, I see."
"Yeah. So... yeah."
Nathan shrugged, then frowned and reached up, very obviously, to massage a crick in his neck.
Yes, definitely one of those, ahem, requests. Charles raised an eyebrow. "I don't suppose you have a prototype..."
"Uh, yeah." Nathan pulled it out of his pocket and held it out for inspection. "We had one of those science goofballs in the basement fix Skwisgaar's old belt thing. It works the same, but, uh. With massage oil instead of mace."
Charles took it, a little gingerly. Skwisgaar's hmm? Well, he'd handled worse.
"Has this been tested at all?"
Nathan grinned.
"Nope. Not yet."