Post by Tryina Denouement on Nov 20, 2014 8:32:39 GMT -5
Bryan waited for his lover to arrive, checking his cellphone, whatever type it was. I am not even sure why an immortal zombie cat would have a cellphone and how would he control it. Probably by using his paw? Well, that is of no relevance to the story, as the tragedy of Bryan's rather unfortunate form was dwarfed in comparison by the tragedy of what happened to his lover.
He had been told that this person would arrive at Starbucks at exactly this time; he knew his lover was not the kind of person to arrive late. The person in his thoughts was always known to be very punctual; more punctual than me, who was always late for everything and anything. The zombie cat told himself not to worry; the person was probably stuck in a traffic jam. He slurped his beverage which he ordered from the barista, who was now wondering how in the world could a zombie cat know how to order a drink, let alone know how to go to Starbucks. But the barista's amazement is irrelevant to our current topic, like the cuckoo clock near me is irrelevant to my birthday and like a single troll on Yahoo ID is irrelevant to the decision of the overthrowing of the new Governor of Jakarta.
Now, you might wonder who this mysterious lover might be, if I hadn't written it on the title. You now know of it to be our beloved Snicketologist, who would constantly shower us with intelligent speculation and wonderful fanfic. he was now facing terror greater than all of us could imagine; Bryan's entire cat body was full with horror as he discovered this in a recent message coming from Dante. It was very, very short; so short as to make a Twitter post look long. I cannot bear to write the words, but it seemed as if Bryan's entire world was taken away from him. It made him lose all hope to live, which was kinda unfortunate since he was an immortal cat with a mustache that could have grown longer than Salvador Dali's if he wasn't a zombie. The coffee intended for Dante was still there, unlike the person who was supposed to drink it, which was, indeed, a sad thing to happen.
Author's Notes:
Well, I chose Dante and Bryan mainly because it seems that nobody has written about this ship. This thing sounds too Snicket-y in my opinion, which does not fit a ship fic. I tried.
He had been told that this person would arrive at Starbucks at exactly this time; he knew his lover was not the kind of person to arrive late. The person in his thoughts was always known to be very punctual; more punctual than me, who was always late for everything and anything. The zombie cat told himself not to worry; the person was probably stuck in a traffic jam. He slurped his beverage which he ordered from the barista, who was now wondering how in the world could a zombie cat know how to order a drink, let alone know how to go to Starbucks. But the barista's amazement is irrelevant to our current topic, like the cuckoo clock near me is irrelevant to my birthday and like a single troll on Yahoo ID is irrelevant to the decision of the overthrowing of the new Governor of Jakarta.
Now, you might wonder who this mysterious lover might be, if I hadn't written it on the title. You now know of it to be our beloved Snicketologist, who would constantly shower us with intelligent speculation and wonderful fanfic. he was now facing terror greater than all of us could imagine; Bryan's entire cat body was full with horror as he discovered this in a recent message coming from Dante. It was very, very short; so short as to make a Twitter post look long. I cannot bear to write the words, but it seemed as if Bryan's entire world was taken away from him. It made him lose all hope to live, which was kinda unfortunate since he was an immortal cat with a mustache that could have grown longer than Salvador Dali's if he wasn't a zombie. The coffee intended for Dante was still there, unlike the person who was supposed to drink it, which was, indeed, a sad thing to happen.
Author's Notes:
Well, I chose Dante and Bryan mainly because it seems that nobody has written about this ship. This thing sounds too Snicket-y in my opinion, which does not fit a ship fic. I tried.