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smallfandomflshFandom: StreetPass quest/chef/fishing
Pairing/Characters: King!Mii X Ultimate Ghost
Rating/Category: PG-13/Slash
Words: 208
Spoilers: None
Summary: In which the King tries to make them go on a date on bad fisherman disguises.
Eugene hated to break it to the King that his disguise was awful. The vaguely fisherman themed royal fineries clashed with what appeared to be a rod on a string. The hat kept slipping over his eyes and the fake beard wasn't the same colour as his hair. He had even gotten Eugene a matching hat and beard which did nothing to disguise that he was a ten foot tall floating purple ghost with flaming red demonic eyes and a jagged maw.
He had, however, politely suggested that the use of his own talents - drawing the shadows around himself, flitting silently through the dense forest at night, terrifying into submission and possibly eating potential witnesses - might serve them better, with more dignity, than the fisherman disguises. Meanwhile, the King had enough contacts to book a reservation in the restaurant and make it very clear, with suitable recompense, that they needed a private space with nobody to be made aware of their identities. Oh, and could he get a new top hat and bow tie fitted for Eugene.
"Very well, but you must not drop me in a tree again," ordered the King.
Eugene sighed. The things they had to do just to go on a date.
Pairing/Characters: King!Mii X Ultimate Ghost
Rating/Category: PG-13/Slash
Words: 208
Spoilers: None
Summary: In which the King tries to make them go on a date on bad fisherman disguises.
Eugene hated to break it to the King that his disguise was awful. The vaguely fisherman themed royal fineries clashed with what appeared to be a rod on a string. The hat kept slipping over his eyes and the fake beard wasn't the same colour as his hair. He had even gotten Eugene a matching hat and beard which did nothing to disguise that he was a ten foot tall floating purple ghost with flaming red demonic eyes and a jagged maw.
He had, however, politely suggested that the use of his own talents - drawing the shadows around himself, flitting silently through the dense forest at night, terrifying into submission and possibly eating potential witnesses - might serve them better, with more dignity, than the fisherman disguises. Meanwhile, the King had enough contacts to book a reservation in the restaurant and make it very clear, with suitable recompense, that they needed a private space with nobody to be made aware of their identities. Oh, and could he get a new top hat and bow tie fitted for Eugene.
"Very well, but you must not drop me in a tree again," ordered the King.
Eugene sighed. The things they had to do just to go on a date.
