Rolefailing
Characters: Sting/Rogue
Genre: Humor, T
Summary: Not your thing, Sting.
Rolefailing
"YAR RAR RAAR!" Sting laughed theatrically while making his triumphal entrance at the guild's main hall… all dressed in a pirate costume.
Rogue only rolled his eyes.
"So…?" Sting asked, expectation on his eyes, while putting his hands on the sides of his waist in a ridiculous pose. "What do you think?"
"I've already told you." The Shadow Dragon Slayer replied, rubbing his temples. "Pirates are not a thing, Sting."
"Of course they are." The blond replied, a confident smile playing on his lips. "Look at how sexy this half-open shirt makes me."
Rogue took a long, deep look at Sting's chest, but pretended it wasn't that sexy.
"One-eyed dudes are not a thing, sorry." That reply made Sting's smile finally fade.
"It's just a prop, duh!" The light mage lifted the eye-patch that was covering his left eye to show it was a fake, which made Rogue lose his patience entirely.
"I know!" He roughly retorted after a facepalm. "And what am I supposed to be? A damn damsel in distress?!"
"You could be another sexy pirate!"
"This is not how roleplaying works, you moron!"
"Well, at least my thing is better than your thing."
"No, Sting, your thing is stupid!"
"Jerk!"
"Dumbass!"
Sting growled, throwing himself at the dark-haired mage, and the two soon started slapping each other, leaving the rest of the guild wondering how both of them could be such idiots.
.
"What's Rogue's thing anyway?" Asked Yukino from a distance, while bringing a plate of freshly baked cookies.
"Oh, darling," Minerva sighed, turning the page of her magazine. "some things are better off left unkown."