William Beckett: why so amusing?

[skoosiepants]

William is not exactly sure what’s going on, but he’s feeling very fifteen. Very awkward with his limbs, very sore, and he does not like it.

“I do not like this, Sisky,” he says, and Siska’s practically an amoeba, he’s so baby-faced, and if William’s bones didn’t actually hurt – he’d almost entirely forgotten that tremendous growth spurt he’d suffered through during the summer of 1995 – he’d probably appreciate that more. “Also,” William goes on, “your hair is frightening.”

Sisky’s hair is beyond frightening, actually, and William’s used to Major Toro’s wild mop, as well as Joe’s.

Sisky pushes his curls off his forehead. “Bill.”

“No. No, really, I hope you realize it’s never the right time for a semi-permanent.”

“Bill,” Siska says, and he’s as pink-cheeked as Smith at this point – and Smith’s another one that William would love to bundle up and eat, if his hands could be trusted to do anything but grasp a pencil, and even that’s sort of pushing it.

If William remembers correctly, the summer of 1995 had been the summer of oops. It’s where his drunken dropsies originated from, he’s sure of it.

Comments

[mintyfiend.livejournal.com]

Drunken dropsies...he he he...oh how much did I LOL at that?!

This verse wins at life. Really looking forward to the rest :)

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

Hee! That's totally me, too. I can't hold onto anything when I'm drunk, it's like my fingers don't work :)

[mintyfiend.livejournal.com]

I don't even drink anymore and I STILL end up being the one who falls over something (usually my own feet - this is why I don't wear heels) on a night out! Lol :)

I am a klutz. *nods*