Blasters and Diplomacy
Ok, I own nothing, everything belongs to Joss and George respectively. I drive for a living, and this was just bugging me intensely, so I had to write it. It belongs with the "Mandalorian" set that I'm writing. But I did have fun writing it.
I had the strangest dream last night. I dreamt I was Princess Leia, and Han Solo was there, but he looked like Carlos. There were monsters everywhere, but it looked like Sunnydale, weird. I went dressed as Princess Leia from Return of the Jedi for Halloween, and now I can't bear to look at my costume. I'm not brave like Dawn, she doesn't flinch at much.
"Kit! Carlos is here!" shouted my mom.
Oh God! Mom! Christ! Carlos! What am I gonna say to him?
"Why weren't you at school today, Princess?" Carlos asks, with a 'very' familiar smirk on his face, as he comes into my bedroom. As Carlos closes my bedroom door, his eyes fall on something, and he squawks in indignation, "Is that anyway to treat a good blaster?" he says as he fishes through last nights costume.
That's it. I give up there and then. It's all real, and I faint.
Huh? Wasn't expecting 'that'. Oh well, I'm sure she'll be fine in a minute. Ah she's coming round now.
"Get your grubby hands off of me, you nerfherder!" I get snarked at me as I carry her to her bed.
"I do love your unique brand of diplomacy, Princess. C'mon, we've gotta go see Dawn. She's a Jedi now. We weren't the only ones to get possessed last night. Aside of Dawn, so did Xander, Jesse, Cordelia and Buffy. Willow turned into a 'ghost'!" I was openly laughing at this point.
"Stop it, Carlos, it's not that funny," said Kit, struggling not to laugh.
"Ah, Princess, enough with the diplomacy. Now grab your blaster, we're going round Dawn's," I said as I stood up off of Kit's bed.
Carlos Treijos and Han Solo in the same body. If nothing else, it should be fun.