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Chibi desktop girl named kitsune- Al owns germany, however he doea not, will not, and probably never owned cowboy beebop.
It was raining, spike hated the rain, it was wet, and one doesn't normally savor the feeling of wet when one is cold and angry.
The day had started out so well, he had slept till he felt like wakeing up and no one woke him a second longer, he had eaten a breakfast of one blueberry muffin, and had just lit his first smoke of the day when the worst happened, faye woke up.
"You bastard!" she yelled as she stormed into the main room where the beboppers spent most of their time.
"I was saveing that muffin, it had a piece missing, that ment somebody else wanted it later, and you ate it!!!!!"
Spike naturally felt no remorse for faye and her loss, and he sat on the busted up tattered sofa, takeing in a deep puff of smoke before speaking to faye.
"If you really cared about that muffin you would have eaten it sooner then let it go stale, it was as stiff as your chest." he grined a truely asshole grin.
it was at this point she slapped him, and the ciggerette flew from his mouth and hit the fabric of the couch.
Now a math problem, 1 flamable couch + quite a few spilled alcoholic drinks+ 1 lit cig= one screwed cowboy.
the couch wet up like a roman candle, faye screamed, spike dove off the flaming furniture and began trying to put out the far that had caught onto his pants, and Ed, who had just wandered in, oooooo'd and ran off to find marshmellows.
"Put it out put it out!" Faye yelled as spike bolted from the room.
Faye, thinking he abandoned her, ran to the kitchen, she remembered seeing a fire extingisher in there once! and withen seconds she located it, and ran back to the room.
"BANZIIIIII!" she screamed as she pushed the button that was supposed to shoot foam.
Key words, SUPPOSED To.
instead, all that happend was a small coughing noise and air.
Faye grew very pale as she watched the couch fire grow, and she began smashing the fire extingisher on the floor, this in turn, much to faye's dismay, turned on the fire extingisher and shot all the foam in her face and on the floor, missing the fire completely.
The door swung open, it was spike! He had a hose!
He slipped in the foam!
he slid across the room on his butt, crashing into faye, and accidentally set the hose off, shooting water into the air, and it cascaded down from it's arc directally onto tomato (Ed's computer).
Anyone here not know water and computers don't mix?
good, so anyway...
we have foam all over the place, a hose flailing around unsupervised, fave and spike fighting, and tomato shooting sparks, and as soon as Ed returned, marshmellows in hand, screams filled the air as she saw her poor tomato.
This nosie began to echo till soon nothing could be heard but the unidentifable noise.
"SHUT UP!!!" one great loud yell silence the three.
Jet walked down the stairs, caught the fire extingisher in his robot hand, and aimed it at the still flameing couch and now flameing tomato, and then shut it off.
next he walked over, shut off the hose and droped it to the floor.
finally, he turned his gaze to spike and faye.
He spoke but one word.
"Out."
Spike and Faye had left without a word, both ashamed.
they went their seperate ways upon exiting the bebop, and naturally spike had somehow, by some amazing sixth sense, located a seedy dark bar full of scruffy looking thugs.
He sat at the bar, ordered the first of many bottles he intended on drinking, and then he saw him...
A man who's face every bounty hunter knew by heart,
a man worth more then any bounty in the history of Big shot,
A man who was rumored to have the powers of the gods at his disposal,
and he was sound asleep, drooling on the bar, completley reeking of boose.
maybe today isn't such a bad day after all.
A/N- R&R please, more later, read my other storys
Chibi desktop girl named kitsune- Al owns germany, however he doea not, will not, and probably never owned cowboy beebop.
It was raining, spike hated the rain, it was wet, and one doesn't normally savor the feeling of wet when one is cold and angry.
The day had started out so well, he had slept till he felt like wakeing up and no one woke him a second longer, he had eaten a breakfast of one blueberry muffin, and had just lit his first smoke of the day when the worst happened, faye woke up.
"You bastard!" she yelled as she stormed into the main room where the beboppers spent most of their time.
"I was saveing that muffin, it had a piece missing, that ment somebody else wanted it later, and you ate it!!!!!"
Spike naturally felt no remorse for faye and her loss, and he sat on the busted up tattered sofa, takeing in a deep puff of smoke before speaking to faye.
"If you really cared about that muffin you would have eaten it sooner then let it go stale, it was as stiff as your chest." he grined a truely asshole grin.
it was at this point she slapped him, and the ciggerette flew from his mouth and hit the fabric of the couch.
Now a math problem, 1 flamable couch + quite a few spilled alcoholic drinks+ 1 lit cig= one screwed cowboy.
the couch wet up like a roman candle, faye screamed, spike dove off the flaming furniture and began trying to put out the far that had caught onto his pants, and Ed, who had just wandered in, oooooo'd and ran off to find marshmellows.
"Put it out put it out!" Faye yelled as spike bolted from the room.
Faye, thinking he abandoned her, ran to the kitchen, she remembered seeing a fire extingisher in there once! and withen seconds she located it, and ran back to the room.
"BANZIIIIII!" she screamed as she pushed the button that was supposed to shoot foam.
Key words, SUPPOSED To.
instead, all that happend was a small coughing noise and air.
Faye grew very pale as she watched the couch fire grow, and she began smashing the fire extingisher on the floor, this in turn, much to faye's dismay, turned on the fire extingisher and shot all the foam in her face and on the floor, missing the fire completely.
The door swung open, it was spike! He had a hose!
He slipped in the foam!
he slid across the room on his butt, crashing into faye, and accidentally set the hose off, shooting water into the air, and it cascaded down from it's arc directally onto tomato (Ed's computer).
Anyone here not know water and computers don't mix?
good, so anyway...
we have foam all over the place, a hose flailing around unsupervised, fave and spike fighting, and tomato shooting sparks, and as soon as Ed returned, marshmellows in hand, screams filled the air as she saw her poor tomato.
This nosie began to echo till soon nothing could be heard but the unidentifable noise.
"SHUT UP!!!" one great loud yell silence the three.
Jet walked down the stairs, caught the fire extingisher in his robot hand, and aimed it at the still flameing couch and now flameing tomato, and then shut it off.
next he walked over, shut off the hose and droped it to the floor.
finally, he turned his gaze to spike and faye.
He spoke but one word.
"Out."
Spike and Faye had left without a word, both ashamed.
they went their seperate ways upon exiting the bebop, and naturally spike had somehow, by some amazing sixth sense, located a seedy dark bar full of scruffy looking thugs.
He sat at the bar, ordered the first of many bottles he intended on drinking, and then he saw him...
A man who's face every bounty hunter knew by heart,
a man worth more then any bounty in the history of Big shot,
A man who was rumored to have the powers of the gods at his disposal,
and he was sound asleep, drooling on the bar, completley reeking of boose.
maybe today isn't such a bad day after all.
A/N- R&R please, more later, read my other storys