'nother Tale drabble
Oct. 18th, 2004 04:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
arwen_luneDouble-drabble, this.
"mhihihmmmph"
"Shhh!"
They walked on to find after a minute that their companion still stood in the first hall. Exasperated, the two men retraced their steps through the museum.
"Did you see.." Newra gasped for air "-that position-" she doubled over, covering her mouth to muffle the laughter.
Villtin and Westala looked at each other.
"YOU thought it'd be a good idea--"
"YOU wanted her to come along--"
They chuckled simultaneously, and shrugged.
Villtin walked back to where Newra still stood, tears running down her face, and took a long look at the offending painting.
"I really don't know what you're on about, that was perfectly normal back then-"
"Don't set her off!" Westala hissed, but too late. Newra clapped her hand over her mouth and spluttered.
Villtin followed the shaking finger of her other hand as she pointed out something in the background of the painting.
"Oh THAT. That does look.." he leaned in for a closer look, blinked, and burst out in silent laughter.
Westala folded his arms and glared at them.
"We came to ROB the place, not criticise the art!"
The others tried to repress new bouts of laughter. And failed.
"mhihihmmmph"
"Shhh!"
They walked on to find after a minute that their companion still stood in the first hall. Exasperated, the two men retraced their steps through the museum.
"Did you see.." Newra gasped for air "-that position-" she doubled over, covering her mouth to muffle the laughter.
Villtin and Westala looked at each other.
"YOU thought it'd be a good idea--"
"YOU wanted her to come along--"
They chuckled simultaneously, and shrugged.
Villtin walked back to where Newra still stood, tears running down her face, and took a long look at the offending painting.
"I really don't know what you're on about, that was perfectly normal back then-"
"Don't set her off!" Westala hissed, but too late. Newra clapped her hand over her mouth and spluttered.
Villtin followed the shaking finger of her other hand as she pointed out something in the background of the painting.
"Oh THAT. That does look.." he leaned in for a closer look, blinked, and burst out in silent laughter.
Westala folded his arms and glared at them.
"We came to ROB the place, not criticise the art!"
The others tried to repress new bouts of laughter. And failed.
