Maverick was - for some inexplicable reason - singing in the shower. He was singing in the shower, and applying PINK hair dye. And after he was done with that, he rinsed and washed his hair with floral scented shampoo, and applied perfume of all things as he was drying off with a frilly white towel. Dragon had peeked into the bathroom, and just as quickly shut the door. Afraid. Of course, this wasn't helped by the fact that, after done with showering and dressing, he started to DECORATE his skeletal hand with flowers and star bursts. In pink, purple, and baby-blue nail-polish. One had to wonder just what was wrong with him. Even HE was wondering what was wrong with him. But that was, also for some reason, the furthest concern from his mind at the moment. His brain was occupied with frilly dresses, bunnies, and some sort of large flower-hat.
Dragon entered Mav's bedroom to find him trying on - of all things - Anya's dresses. He blanched, sitting down on the bed, and watching him.
"Maverick... why are you so...err.... "
Maverick shrugged, pulled off the red dress he was trying on, tossed it over his shoulder, and pulled on a tiny blue one.
"I have NO idea! Does this make me look fat?"
Dragon blinked, and crossed his arms. "No. Are you feeling alright?"
"JUST PEACHY! Speaking of peach...."
He turned around and grabbed a peach-colored skirt, putting it on, and twirling. "I feel pretty!"
"You're insane."
"I KNOW! Isn't it grand?"
Dragon actually face-palmed, got up, and walked over to his brother, taking the stethoscope that was perpetually around his neck off, and putting the earpieces in. He warmed the chestpiece for a moment, and slid in to listen to his brother's heart. Maverick actually... giggled.
"That tickles!"
"... Your heart doesn't sound off... Hmmm... actually, you sound rather healthy. I don't know if I should be worried or relieved."
"Be happy! Everything's shiny and happy! I'm going to have a BABY!"
Dragon pulled away, and slung the stethoscope around his neck again. His eyes went the size of dinner plates. "You what?"
"I'm gonna have a baaaaaaby. You know. A baby. A small one."
He grinned at Dragon, and the younger man had to sit on the bed, hand against his forehead. "Oy vey. Who did you bang NOW."
"A god."
"WHAT?!"
"I banged a god!" He started sing-songing. "A god-boy. A god-boy. I'm gonna have a god boooooy!"
If it was possible for Dragon to get any paler, he certainly did. Then he started laughing. Hard. Maverick looked confused at his brother doubled up with laughter on his bed, one hand over his stomach, and the other gripping the covers. The necromancer had no idea what was so funny, but the humor was contagious, and he started laughing just as hard. It was a while before both of them stopped, and Maverick let out a few more chuckles as Dragon caught his breath.
"Why are we laughing again?"
Dragon snickered, and swallowed back any more laughter. His stomach was hurting enough as it was. He eyed his brother, shook his head, rose, and patted Maverick on the back.
"Good luck, bro. Good luck."
Maverick quirked a brow. "What for?"
"Knowing what I do about children, knowing how to raise them - I wish you luck. And please, please, PLEASE keep a first-aid kit around. You'll need it."
With that, Dragon left, and slammed the door, leaving Maverick holding a slinky black dress. Within a few moments, he shrugged off what Dragon said, put on the dress, and twirled again. This one showed a good bit of leg! He didn't know why, but that made him very, very happy.
Dragon entered Mav's bedroom to find him trying on - of all things - Anya's dresses. He blanched, sitting down on the bed, and watching him.
"Maverick... why are you so...err.... "
Maverick shrugged, pulled off the red dress he was trying on, tossed it over his shoulder, and pulled on a tiny blue one.
"I have NO idea! Does this make me look fat?"
Dragon blinked, and crossed his arms. "No. Are you feeling alright?"
"JUST PEACHY! Speaking of peach...."
He turned around and grabbed a peach-colored skirt, putting it on, and twirling. "I feel pretty!"
"You're insane."
"I KNOW! Isn't it grand?"
Dragon actually face-palmed, got up, and walked over to his brother, taking the stethoscope that was perpetually around his neck off, and putting the earpieces in. He warmed the chestpiece for a moment, and slid in to listen to his brother's heart. Maverick actually... giggled.
"That tickles!"
"... Your heart doesn't sound off... Hmmm... actually, you sound rather healthy. I don't know if I should be worried or relieved."
"Be happy! Everything's shiny and happy! I'm going to have a BABY!"
Dragon pulled away, and slung the stethoscope around his neck again. His eyes went the size of dinner plates. "You what?"
"I'm gonna have a baaaaaaby. You know. A baby. A small one."
He grinned at Dragon, and the younger man had to sit on the bed, hand against his forehead. "Oy vey. Who did you bang NOW."
"A god."
"WHAT?!"
"I banged a god!" He started sing-songing. "A god-boy. A god-boy. I'm gonna have a god boooooy!"
If it was possible for Dragon to get any paler, he certainly did. Then he started laughing. Hard. Maverick looked confused at his brother doubled up with laughter on his bed, one hand over his stomach, and the other gripping the covers. The necromancer had no idea what was so funny, but the humor was contagious, and he started laughing just as hard. It was a while before both of them stopped, and Maverick let out a few more chuckles as Dragon caught his breath.
"Why are we laughing again?"
Dragon snickered, and swallowed back any more laughter. His stomach was hurting enough as it was. He eyed his brother, shook his head, rose, and patted Maverick on the back.
"Good luck, bro. Good luck."
Maverick quirked a brow. "What for?"
"Knowing what I do about children, knowing how to raise them - I wish you luck. And please, please, PLEASE keep a first-aid kit around. You'll need it."
With that, Dragon left, and slammed the door, leaving Maverick holding a slinky black dress. Within a few moments, he shrugged off what Dragon said, put on the dress, and twirled again. This one showed a good bit of leg! He didn't know why, but that made him very, very happy.
