pansymalfoy (pansymalfoy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-04 16:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, pansy malfoy, zuko |
Who: Zuko & Pansy Malfoy
When: Late August
Where: Draco and Zuko’s place
What: Chatting
Rating/Warning: Low / None
Status: Complete
Pansy apparated straight into the boys’ living room with a hand over her eyes and a smile on her face. “Knock knock!!”
Zuko, just used to this by now (and wasn’t that strange?), didn’t even bother looking up from the piles of paper in front of him. “Who’s there?”
“Orange!” Pansy called out, hands still firmly clasped over her eyes. One of them was still holding her wand.
“You’re not orange,” Zuko said, completely forgetting that this was not how jokes were meant to go. “Unless you’ve been using spray tan. But you really shouldn’t, that’s very tacky.”
Pansy gave a little sigh, and finally lowered her hands from her eyes. “You’re supposed to say Orange Who? Honestly, Zuko, it’s like you’re from another planet.” She gave him a bright grin, though, and crossed over to wrap her arms around him in a big hug.
He returned the hug (begrudgingly, because that was how he did things), and let out a little snort of false annoyance. “I’m not from another planet. What’s the end of the joke?”
“Orange you glad I’m here.” Pansy said, then gave him a grin. “C’mon, enough work. Get drunk and play Mario Kart with me. Ooh, or the um… new Wii U Mario game. You guys have that, right?”
Work was important -- Zuko had been working on college applications -- and when he got bored with those, he’d been working on a business plan for Draco. Since he was his husband’s manager now. But the siren call of alcohol and video games was pretty nice too.
“Uhm. Yeah. Okay.” He grinned, bright and silly. “That was a terrible joke.”
“Come up with a better one, then.” She said, then punched his shoulder. It shouldn’t hurt. She was a weakling, and she didn’t punch hard. She grabbed a couple of girly drinks from the fridge, then moved to sit with him on the living room sofa.
Ignoring the punch, Zuko switched on the tv and the setting for the Wii, fiddling with the little remote as he arranged himself better on the couch. “I don’t know any jokes.”
Pansy just sort of stared at him for a moment. “You don’t know any jokes?”
“Well,” Zuko hedged, twisting off the cap to one of the girly drinks (too girly for a bottle opener to be needed, obviously). “Maybe, you know. One.”
(Obviously.) Pansy did the same. “Well, go on. Tell it.” She said, then gulped. It was almost sickeningly sweet.
It was. That’s why Zuko liked them in the first place. The Wii started up and he stared at the screen, straight faced. “Why did the cowboy adopt a weiner dog?”
Pansy swallowed the gulp from her bottle and thought on that for a brief moment. “I don’t know. Why?”
“Because he wanted to get a long little doggy.” Zuko delivered it like it was some amazing, snarky deadpan, and not a joke he’d read on a laffy taffy wrapper.
It took a beat, then Pansy snorted out a laugh. A quick one, then she shook her head. “That’s a terrible joke,” she said, trying to cover up the fact that she’d just laughed at it.
“I never said I knew a good joke,” Zuko said, but smiled and ruined his earlier solemnity. “Now shut up and let’s play this game.”