Anna S. (eliade) wrote,
Anna S.
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Mulder/Skinner, scrape, sleek, llama for tisiphone318

"They were just llamas" was the first thing out of Mulder's mouth when he got back home; he looked disappointed, and his normal sleekness was ruffled--he had straws in his hair he apparently wasn't aware of, which was interesting as he'd just traveled across country on a passenger jet. Skinner scraped the char off his toast, applied a measure of butter and jam, and chewed as Mulder dropped tiredly into the kitchen chair across from him and stole his coffee.

"Not Aegipan demi-gods, then?" Skinner asked blandly, and got a *shut up* stare in response, the stare of a cat contemplating shitting in your shoe next time you turned your back.
Tags: fic 2005, flashfic 2005, xfiles
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