Misc Prompts
Submissions that don't fit any specific category/event.
Inside Joke
"Whatever you do, don't tell Boingo."
The painted satyr and browbird both shared a look of concern before turning their attention back to the sack of lemons that had spontaneously appeared on their doorstep.
Vatos smeared his palms down his cheeks before he spoke. "I- we need to get these out of here as soon as possible; we can't risk that again."
Consus took a deep breath before picking up one of the bitter citrus in his hands and slowly rotating it. "I have no idea where we can even put these. I'd say we cut our losses and make lemonade, but we can't even do that fast enough..."
It was just a normal, unassuming lemon. A whole sack of them.
Their waking nightmare.
Vatos grit his teeth and hoisted the sack up into his hands while a couple lemons rolled out of the small opening. "That's it, I'm gonna take these into town. That's the only way we'll be spared. It's not guaranteed, but it's a better chance of Boingo not seeing these than if we left them here-"
"Me not see what?"
Consus and Vatos stopped dead in their tracks and didn't dare move.
Boingo was standing in the corridor, light framing his silhouette.
The multicolored browbird was quiet. Deathly quiet.
Consus slowly moved to look at the floor before crouching down to pick up the remaining lemons just to shove them behind his back.
"Um... nothing...?"
With a little smile, Consus and Vatos both made little shrugging motions, but the slightest bump caused a few more lemons to stumble out of the sack.
"...shit."
"LEMONS. AREN'T. R E A L!"
Boingo rushed over to the pair before snatching the sack and extra lemons out of both their hands. "THEY AREN'T REAL, WE MADE THEM. UNHOLY OFFSPRING OF A BITTER ORANGE AND CITRON, I DESPISE YOU! HOW DARE YOU BRING THESE M O N S T R O S I T I E S INTO THIS DWELLING ARGGHHGRGHAGHGHARAFAHAHGAHGAAA-"
Consus and Vatos quickly backed out of the open door before slamming it shut. Boingo's muffled ranting could still be heard from within, but the pair figured they'd ride out most of it... if they were lucky enough to do so in one piece.
END. 373 Words.