_+_This is an odd Fic.. just bear with me, I was bored. Vampire Hunter D
Bloodlust chars not mine... yadda yadda. I take no credit._+_
It had been a relativley boring and chilly past few days. Kyle sighed, and pulled a sausage out of a small canvas sack next to Grove's bed, where he dozed peacefully. Leila was off searching for something... most likely D, and Borgoff didn't make the best conversationalist. And tragically... Nolt was dead. So there was no point in talking to him, since his body wasn't even on the tank. He could talk to Grove... but he'd jsut worry him with something, and then Grove would proabably start talking about how helpful and sweet Leila was. Besides, he figured he should let him sleep.
He ripped open the package to the sausage and sighed, very, very bored. He took out one of his double sided daggers, and cut a slice off. It was not the best food in the world, but Borgoff insisted in sausage, in particular. He didn'y know why, but sausage was Borgoff's thing.
Suddenly, a thougt popped into his head. He threw the somewhat lonely sausage to the ground, and walked to the front of the tank. Borgoff was humming quietly to himself in his Borgoff sort of fashion. Kyle suddenly got the image of Borgoff in a grey sweater with a pipe... singing songs about giant dolphins and the ocean. He choked down a laugh, cleared his throat, preparing to speak.
"Hey, Borgoff... did you ever consider something other than... sausage?"
Borgoff looked at him in shock.
"What are you talking about Kyle?"
"Well... um... couldn't we get like.. Spam?"
"... spam?"
"Well yeah!" Kyle proclaimed enthusiatically.
Borgoff grunted, and told Kyle to go sit back down and look at something shiny to make it so he didn't think. Kyle thining was often a scary thing, especially when he was bored. He went and took his seat next to Grove, staring down and loathing the sausage. He kicked it to the wall, and it bounced away uneventfully. A few more minutes passed by. Kyle looked up, and decided to talk again. He once again made his way to the front of the tank.
"Borgoff?"
"What, Kyle?" he said, rather agitated.
"You would look really awesome in a grey wool sweater."
Borgoff looked at him as if he had lost his mind.
"Kyle, please. I'm trying to drive."
"But you always talked to Nolt when you drove!"
"He generally didn't talk back and say stupid things about spam and sweaters. Go sit back down."
Kyle paused, and watched Brogoff drive for about fifteen minutes. He decided to talk again.
"Borgoff?"
"What??"
"...can we get some Spam?"
Borgoff grumbled something inaudible, and stopped the tank.
"As long as you shut up. And get something for Grove. Now get out. Now."
Kyle blinked, and smiled, thanking his partner. He stepped out, and looked around. Slowly, it registered in his mind that they were in the middle of a desert, and that there were no stores in immediate access.
"Hey Borgoff!"
Borgoff smiled sadistically, and closed the door to the tank, not hesitating to take his leave immediately afterwards.
"HEY!! I WAS JUST GONNA ASK WHAT GROVE WANTED!!" He jumped up and down waving his arms for about five minutes, until the tank was out of sight. He sighed in exasperation, and headed off in an arbitrary direction.
It had been a relativley boring and chilly past few days. Kyle sighed, and pulled a sausage out of a small canvas sack next to Grove's bed, where he dozed peacefully. Leila was off searching for something... most likely D, and Borgoff didn't make the best conversationalist. And tragically... Nolt was dead. So there was no point in talking to him, since his body wasn't even on the tank. He could talk to Grove... but he'd jsut worry him with something, and then Grove would proabably start talking about how helpful and sweet Leila was. Besides, he figured he should let him sleep.
He ripped open the package to the sausage and sighed, very, very bored. He took out one of his double sided daggers, and cut a slice off. It was not the best food in the world, but Borgoff insisted in sausage, in particular. He didn'y know why, but sausage was Borgoff's thing.
Suddenly, a thougt popped into his head. He threw the somewhat lonely sausage to the ground, and walked to the front of the tank. Borgoff was humming quietly to himself in his Borgoff sort of fashion. Kyle suddenly got the image of Borgoff in a grey sweater with a pipe... singing songs about giant dolphins and the ocean. He choked down a laugh, cleared his throat, preparing to speak.
"Hey, Borgoff... did you ever consider something other than... sausage?"
Borgoff looked at him in shock.
"What are you talking about Kyle?"
"Well... um... couldn't we get like.. Spam?"
"... spam?"
"Well yeah!" Kyle proclaimed enthusiatically.
Borgoff grunted, and told Kyle to go sit back down and look at something shiny to make it so he didn't think. Kyle thining was often a scary thing, especially when he was bored. He went and took his seat next to Grove, staring down and loathing the sausage. He kicked it to the wall, and it bounced away uneventfully. A few more minutes passed by. Kyle looked up, and decided to talk again. He once again made his way to the front of the tank.
"Borgoff?"
"What, Kyle?" he said, rather agitated.
"You would look really awesome in a grey wool sweater."
Borgoff looked at him as if he had lost his mind.
"Kyle, please. I'm trying to drive."
"But you always talked to Nolt when you drove!"
"He generally didn't talk back and say stupid things about spam and sweaters. Go sit back down."
Kyle paused, and watched Brogoff drive for about fifteen minutes. He decided to talk again.
"Borgoff?"
"What??"
"...can we get some Spam?"
Borgoff grumbled something inaudible, and stopped the tank.
"As long as you shut up. And get something for Grove. Now get out. Now."
Kyle blinked, and smiled, thanking his partner. He stepped out, and looked around. Slowly, it registered in his mind that they were in the middle of a desert, and that there were no stores in immediate access.
"Hey Borgoff!"
Borgoff smiled sadistically, and closed the door to the tank, not hesitating to take his leave immediately afterwards.
"HEY!! I WAS JUST GONNA ASK WHAT GROVE WANTED!!" He jumped up and down waving his arms for about five minutes, until the tank was out of sight. He sighed in exasperation, and headed off in an arbitrary direction.
