Cable Open post/Voice-testing

[morepouches]

Hit me with TFLN or any other random sort of prompt below.

Comments

TFLN prompts

[morepouches]

1. Stop it. You sound like you're giving birth.

2. You called yourself Captain Aspirin and then tried to cure my headache by shoving pills up my nose.

3. For future reference, a lint roller appears to be the easiest way to get glitter out of a beard.

4. Imagine a baby lion feeding on an injured gazelle and it tasting fresh blood for the first time.

5. You are so lucky that drugs are going to kill you before I do.

WILDCARD?

4.

[sinistral]

Damn. Does the pizza in the future just suck that much?

[morepouches]

It makes your World War 2 MREs look like a Snickers.

[sinistral]

That's just wrong.

2

[4thwaller]

Was Captain Aspirin successful?

[morepouches]

No. He got distracted when he had to reattach his finger.

[4thwaller]

But did it get you to forget about your headache?

1

[jigsawed]

well, not yet.

[morepouches]

You have very odd, specific taste, don't you?

[jigsawed]

whatever gave you that idea?

5

[becomebetter]

Never heard that one before.

[morepouches]

You probably won't hear it again, either.

[becomebetter]

Don't recall asking you to the first time.

[ Give him a break, Cable. ]

4

[sanar]

do we pretend that I am the lion?

[morepouches]

Something tells me you don't have to pretend that hard for this metaphor.

3

[luckbealadytonight]

I take it Wade surprised you again?

[morepouches]

I'm going to feed him the glitter next time.

1

[brokeassgoing]

yoU WOULD BE THE WORST BIRTHING COACH IN THE WORLD!!!! ANYONE WOULD TAKE MEL GIBSON BEFORE THEYD TAKE YOU but the point is ITS BROKEN AND ITS YOUR FAULT!!!

[morepouches]

I was fine when it was someone I liked.

[morethan084]

he showed up at my house with a hand-stiched sweater that said "girlfriend?"

[morepouches]

I'm going to need 4 large trash bags and a bone saw.

[morethan084]

has anyone ever told you that overreact all the time?

[bluesteal]

[ Neal stands by, his arms crossed loosely over his chest where he leans back against the counter. At this time of night — almost midnight — he's artfully disheveled, expertly ruffled in such a manner that makes him undeniably closer to rumpled and cute than his usual polished devastation. Hair loose, sleeves rolled to his elbows, he's wrinkled and a heavier shadow's appeared on his beard line. Normally he'd be in bed already, so this is an uncommon sight. ]

Pizza here does not count as Italian. Especially if you're ordering it over the phone.

[ He has a glass of white wine in hand, his third of the evening, and that's probably why he's so flushed, not to mention persistent that Cable actually make something for them to eat. Somehow, when he's drunk, like now, he even takes on a southern lean in his tone; for a guy from St. Louis, it's a mighty strange side effect, but at least it's endearing. ]

[morepouches]

What if I order it over the internet?

[ He smirks, but he's already going through his short list of recipes he knows he can make with what's on hand. If anyone else asked him to cook, he'd tell them to go fuck themselves. In fact, he's pretty sure he's said as much to Neal a few times, too, but Neal has been cooking for him since they got here and he hasn't asked for anything in return. Cable's not used to people actually doing anything nice for him. Not in this line of work, anyway.

Without another word, he moves into the kitchen area of the apartment they're working out of and starts pulling out the things he'll need to make spaghetti. ]

[bluesteal]

[ Neal watches his every move as if ready to write a Yelp review at any second. He's worked with Cable a couple times now and they find themselves rarely at odds despite the fact that they couldn't be any different as people. What they do have in common — in this case, a boss — keeps them from getting too aggressively off-track. Still, Neal enjoys egging Cable on (and as far as he can tell, Cable begrudgingly enjoys it in return). ]

It doesn't take much to make fresh pasta.

[ He notes as much as Cable makes his play obvious, sliding in to linger over the other man's shoulder. Probably unnecessary to go to those lengths, but Neal's got nothing better to do than pick a little. And maybe offer his help if the alcohol pushes him in a more generous direction. ]

It's just flour and eggs. And a little elbow grease. [ ... ] Not literally.