Tangible Schizophrenia


Post-It: Excuses

Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gawain/Tristan.
Feedback: Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Ideas originated with the movie, not me.
Notes: Challenge from fff.
Summary: Gawain, don’t believe Galahad. The squirrel didn’t mean it. Tristan.


“So this super-squirrel tackled you, knocked over the filing cabinet, and then somehow made this room smell like stale sex before messing up my morning’s work.” Gawain felt a migraine coming on, and damned if he wasn’t out of aspirin. It was going to be one of those days.

He noticed something pink sticking out from beneath a pile of papers and used a pencil to fish it out. Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“Um.” Galahad was making a move for the door. “At least the female population of Avalon isn’t trying to kill me anymore?”

“Just…” Oh. Thus arrived the headache. “Just get me water and aspirin, and I might let you live.”