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railenthe I didn't ask for this idea. But it kept going around and around in my head at work today. It was made especially worse because—apparently, I'm one of many slashers at my job.
Organization XIII Therapy, 2/?!: Xemnas and Xigbar session
Genre: Crack, as usual
Warnings: That same weird brand of humour as before. Also pure unadulterated crack. Insanity, some OOC-ish ness is intentional.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did I'd be doing something other than housekeeping, now wouldn't I?
Summary: Second session of Organization XIII's mandatory therapy sessions.
Organization XIII Therapy, 2/?!: Xemnas and Xigbar session
Genre: Crack, as usual
Warnings: That same weird brand of humour as before. Also pure unadulterated crack. Insanity, some OOC-ish ness is intentional.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did I'd be doing something other than housekeeping, now wouldn't I?
Summary: Second session of Organization XIII's mandatory therapy sessions.
Therapist: Okay, so I've heard that there are a lot of problems with your organization right now. Is that correct? *looks at Xemnas, who is leaning against the wall with an imperious expression*
Xigbar: As if. With this guy running the outfit, there's no problems at all. *He is lounging across the therapy couch and somehow managing to take up every flat square inch on it (be it horizontal, vertical or otherwise)*
Xemmas: Apparently, there is a problem: you seem to fail to notice that she was speaking to me.
Therapist: Um. I was speaking to…
Xigbar: What, him? *jerks his thumb in Xemnas' general direction* He wouldn't give you a straight answer for all the tea in the Land of Dragons!
Therapist: Could I get a response from—
Xemnas: It's a matter of the proper respect, that's what it is. If everyone would show the proper respect during the day, then this wouldn't be a problem at all.
(The therapist sighs once, and pulls out a notepad. Might as well just keep going and keep track at the same time.)
Xigbar: Why not just chill out, MANSEX?? *twisted sort of grin*
Xemnas: …And there it is.
Therapist: —Wait a minute, what??? *stops midscribble.*
Xigbar: Hey, it isn't my fault if your name scrambles into the word "mansex," MANSEX. *continues his grinning glare*
Xemnas: Says the man whose name turns into "Bigrax." *sneering*
Xigbar: H—Hey!
Xigbar: As if. With this guy running the outfit, there's no problems at all. *He is lounging across the therapy couch and somehow managing to take up every flat square inch on it (be it horizontal, vertical or otherwise)*
Xemmas: Apparently, there is a problem: you seem to fail to notice that she was speaking to me.
Therapist: Um. I was speaking to…
Xigbar: What, him? *jerks his thumb in Xemnas' general direction* He wouldn't give you a straight answer for all the tea in the Land of Dragons!
Therapist: Could I get a response from—
Xemnas: It's a matter of the proper respect, that's what it is. If everyone would show the proper respect during the day, then this wouldn't be a problem at all.
(The therapist sighs once, and pulls out a notepad. Might as well just keep going and keep track at the same time.)
Xigbar: Why not just chill out, MANSEX?? *twisted sort of grin*
Xemnas: …And there it is.
Therapist: —Wait a minute, what??? *stops midscribble.*
Xigbar: Hey, it isn't my fault if your name scrambles into the word "mansex," MANSEX. *continues his grinning glare*
Xemnas: Says the man whose name turns into "Bigrax." *sneering*
Xigbar: H—Hey!
