Awww Clive and Smoo fluff! (Smithy, Clive)
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darker_londonSmith was playing his accordion. He was playing it loud and proud. Sure, Beatles songs didn't actually sound quite right on the accordion, but it made him happy to play them. And he was singing too.
And then Clive walked in, letting himself into Smithy's house as he always did. He froze by the door and he covered his mouth. Oh, Smithy... "You know that's just noise right?!" Cluve yelled over the racket.
Smithy squeaked and he sort of squished the accordion closed, making an altogether unholy noise as he did so. "Clive!"
"Smoo!"
"Wh...uhm...hello! I was just-"
"Making the Baby Jesus weep? I know. I heard. You could conquer nations with that thing." The truth was, Smithy was very talented at the accordion. But it was an instrument made of evil, as far as Clive was concerned. "Why not just play a bloody kazoo?"
"They make me lightheaded..." Smithy said quietly, slightly ashamed. "Did you come over for any particular reason?"
"Mocking you isn't a reason?!" Clive stepped into the living room, flopping down on the sofa. "News to me."
"Hah hah."
"I came to see Melora. But I figure she's not about, since you playing the Devil's Music. The idea of Melora letting you get away with that is...quite amusing actually. She'd screech and combine with the accordion to make some form of Hellsong that would bring about the end of days."
"You're talking about your daughter there." Smithy said, raising his eyebrows as he latched the accordion closed.
"My daughter who is seventeen, pregnant and hormonal. I think it applies. Can I lie here on your sofa until she shows up?" Clive asked, making no show that he would move even if Smithy said no.
"Of course you can." Smithy nodded, turning to face Clive.
"And what are the chances of you making a little dinner?" Clive asked, a fiendish smile on his face.
"I need a new best friend." Smithy said to no one and himself as he stood and shuffled off towards the kitchen. But he smiled as Clive called out 'thank yoouuuuu' to him.
And then Clive walked in, letting himself into Smithy's house as he always did. He froze by the door and he covered his mouth. Oh, Smithy... "You know that's just noise right?!" Cluve yelled over the racket.
Smithy squeaked and he sort of squished the accordion closed, making an altogether unholy noise as he did so. "Clive!"
"Smoo!"
"Wh...uhm...hello! I was just-"
"Making the Baby Jesus weep? I know. I heard. You could conquer nations with that thing." The truth was, Smithy was very talented at the accordion. But it was an instrument made of evil, as far as Clive was concerned. "Why not just play a bloody kazoo?"
"They make me lightheaded..." Smithy said quietly, slightly ashamed. "Did you come over for any particular reason?"
"Mocking you isn't a reason?!" Clive stepped into the living room, flopping down on the sofa. "News to me."
"Hah hah."
"I came to see Melora. But I figure she's not about, since you playing the Devil's Music. The idea of Melora letting you get away with that is...quite amusing actually. She'd screech and combine with the accordion to make some form of Hellsong that would bring about the end of days."
"You're talking about your daughter there." Smithy said, raising his eyebrows as he latched the accordion closed.
"My daughter who is seventeen, pregnant and hormonal. I think it applies. Can I lie here on your sofa until she shows up?" Clive asked, making no show that he would move even if Smithy said no.
"Of course you can." Smithy nodded, turning to face Clive.
"And what are the chances of you making a little dinner?" Clive asked, a fiendish smile on his face.
"I need a new best friend." Smithy said to no one and himself as he stood and shuffled off towards the kitchen. But he smiled as Clive called out 'thank yoouuuuu' to him.
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