Thanks for still being a faithful reader, Sauron Gorthaur!
I don't own the song "Party Rock".
Me *in my room, attempting the shuffle*: Dusty Finger's in the house tonight, everybody just have a good time . . .
Dusty *walks in without me noticing and stares, puzzled*
Me *still singing* : And he's gonna make you lose your mind, everybody just have a good—
Dusty *crosses arms and raises eyebrow*: What in the blazes are you doing, girl?
Me *stops abruptly and says sheepishly*: Dustfinger! I didn't expect you . . . er, how kind of you to drop by!
Dusty *rolls eyes*: Yes, and I can just your incredible enthusiasm. What was that . . . ridiculous thing you were doing?
Me *acts offended*: I'll have you know that it was a popular dance move to a popular song!
Dusty *rolls eyes again*: What do they teach you in this world?
Me *waves him off*: Well, now that you're here, I may as well ask you a question. It's been a while.
Dusty *sighs resignedly*: So true . . . but why do such good things have to pass too quickly?
Me: Such is this wonderful thing called life . . .but do you mind if I ask you one?
Dusty: Well . . . you're still going to ask me whether or not I mind, right?
Me: I suppose . . .
Dusty: So what's this question of yours?
Me: Well, I was wondering what your last name was.
Dusty: My last name?
Me *as if talking to a little kid*: Yes. Your last name. Also known as a surname. The thing that comes after your first name and your middle name.
Dusty *annoyed*: There comes that tone again . . . but why would you want to know, anyways?
Me: Because I thought it would be more respectful.
Dusty: What in the world are you talking about?
Me: I mean it's much better to call someone older than you by a prefix such as Mr. and then follow it by their last name, rather then just using their first name.
Dusty *raises eyebrow somewhat suspiciously*: And what, pray tell, did I do that suddenly deserves so much . . . respect?
Me *innocently, managing to keep a straight face*: Everything you do warrants that, dear master!
Dusty *still has the same tone and eyebrow raised*: So why, may I ask, do you suddenly have this brilliant idea that I deserve more respect?
Me *slightly frustrated*: Look, I'm just trying to be good, okay?
Dusty: Why?
Me: Because of the . . . ah, unpleasant incidents of the past few days.
Dusty: Is that really your explanation?
Me: Why do you keep patronizing me about my explanations? Yes! It appears to be so!
Dusty: Why are you acting so strange today?
Me: I'm not acting strange! I'm just trying to be a nice apprentice!
Dusty: Why?
Me *has reached a breaking point*: Heavens above! WOULD YOU STOP ANSWERING EVERYTHING I SAY WITH A QUESTION?
Dusty *smiles*: Why?
Me: *gives him a death glare*
Dusty *still smiling* : Oh, okay, fine. But has it occurred to you that this may be the way I'm punishing you for the—how did you put it?—unpleasant incidents of the past few days?
Me *grumbles*: If it is, then I'm going to just about die of annoyance.
Dusty *smugly*: Then I'd say it'll be a worthwhile venture. But now for your question. I don't think I have one, or else I don't remember it.
Me *angrily*: So you're telling me that I went through all of that for nothing?
Dusty: It would seem so.
Me *still irritated* : I want to ask you something else. Why are you acting so weird today?
Dusty: Who, me? Weird? *thinks for a moment, then says jokingly* Well, I guess a fire-eater who's come back from Death and apparently has fire in his veins is kind of weird.
Me *annoyed*: You know what, just . . . just hang it all, okay?
Dusty: Well, I really don't know what my last name is—or rather, was. I was too little to understand when . . . *breaks off, not knowing how to explain* Just call me Mr. Dustfinger, if you must.
Me: That's too long. How about Mr. Dusty?
Dusty: Oh no, we're not going there again . . .
Me: What do you mean?
Dusty *sarcastically*: I mean the completely respectful term of 'Master of Dustyness'. That business.
Me *sheepishly*: Oh . . . that.
Dusty *mocks my tone*: Yes, that. Very annoying indeed.
Me: But there must be something. Like Dusty Sir, or Sir Dusty, or Master Dusty.
Dusty: Not really, no, and DEFINITELY NOT. What's wrong with 'Dustfinger' anyways?
Me: Oh, there's nothing wrong with it! It's quite a . . . unique name.
Dusty *ignores my tone*: Then let's just leave it as it is, shall we?
Me: Okay then. Does this mean that you've decided not to do anything?
Dusty: What are you referring to?
Me: For lack of a better term, the "unpleasant incidents" of the past few days.
Dusty: When did I say that? Don't think you're off the hook just because I answered one of your foolish questions!
Me *mutters*: I should've known . . .
I hope you liked it! It's been a while I've been working in this fandom, so I'm attempting to make a comeback. As always, R&R!