Tangible Schizophrenia


Little Umbrellas

Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gen. Dwight and Marv
Feedback: Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Takes place during A Dame to Kill For. For lasergirl69 in thanks for the drabble
. Summary: Marv babysits Dwight till the doctor shows up.


“You gotta wonder. You just gotta wonder, what’s the point? They to keep the spit out? Because that’s just pointless. It’s only gonna get in there anyway first sip you take.”


“Though they are pretty. I don’t know where Kadie gets hers, but they just kinda pop in the dark, like those flashbulbs on your camera. Hey, Dwight, you even use that anymore?”


“Jesus, no need to get touchy. Just hang on a little longer and the doc’ll be round to close up those holes. He’ll do you up good. Gail promised, and a woman like that don’t never break promises. Though I’m sure she don’t always fill ‘em the way she thinks she will.”

thin whine

“Yeah. Yeah, I know. Mitts to myself. But you can’t blame a man for looking, you know. And she’s gorgeous. Like…one of those little umbrellas, only she don’t crumple like they do. She and the girls, they’re just these splashes of color on the shitty world. They make a man feel better. I guess that’s what those are for. Makes you feel better about drinking a pissy little cocktail.”