Title: The Patron Saint of Vulgar Expletives
Fandom: Mitarashi Games
Warnings: expletives abound.
Notes: Had another Meeps moment. It’s just a quick scene in the office.
Jess sat with his chair leaned back against the edge of his desk and his sketchpad in his hands. He was working over the protagonist of Crystals. A box of chalk pastels sat open next to his hand, and he absently reached for another colour as he rolled the chocolate lolly into his cheek.
A few feet away, Meeps slammed the receiver down, and threw the phone against the the back of his desk. "Fucking idiots. They can’t have it both fucking ways. Mouse is going to cry if they change this fucking menu one more goddamn time."
Putting down the pastel, Jess looked up. "Hey, Meeps? Don’t move for a couple minutes, okay?"
Meeps froze. "Don’t move? Why? Is there something nasty behind me?"
"No, no. Nothing like that. Just stay still for a bit." He was holding four pastels between his fingers, switching quickly between them and occasionally grabbing a fifth from the box for highlights.
"Jester," Meeps slipped into a warning tone, "What the fuck are you doing, Jester?"
Jess looked squarely at Meeps before returning to his work. "You can kill me in a sec. Just let me finish this."
"Aw, shit, Jess. You’re not. Tell me you’re not." Meeps rolled his eyes, still staying as immobile as possible, just in case he was wrong.
Jess was moving faster, now. Glance, smudge, glance, line — he drew at a breakneck pace. "Not gonna lie to you. It was the lighting. Jaz will love it, though. You should give it to her, when you see her. You can move again. I can fill the rest in from memory."
Meeps slumped in his chair and glared at Jess. "Is that chocolate?"
"Yes, Meeps. It’s chocolate. Take it." Jess tongued the lolly back out of his cheek, and held it with his lips. As soon as his teeth had cleared the candy, Meeps leapt up and grabbed it, gleefully licking at it as he slouched back into his seat.
"I don’t know why the fuck you ever get root beer. Chocolate is the best." Meeps made small happy noises around the lollypop as he skimmed the code on his screen.
"Because I like root beer, you freak." Jess now had a fifth pastel stuck between his teeth as he dithered about a particular shade of purple. He squinted at Meeps and then picked one.
A few more minutes passed quietly as Meeps read and Jess drew. Finally, Jess looked up, again. "Hey, Meeps? I think I got it."
Meeps sprung out of the chair and glared suspiciously at Jess. "You didn’t fucking make me look like a girl or some silly shit, did you?"
"Nope." Jess turned the pad and held it up. In the picture, Meeps was crouched on his chair, sitting on his heels. One hand on top of his head held the hair off his face, and the other was bunched into a fist, about halfway between his shoulder and his hip. The light pouring in from the window behind him had given him a full-body halo, and he looked like some sort of avenging angel of the cube-farm.
"Holy fucking shit, Jess. Do I really look like that?" Meeps looked suspicious and sounded amazed. He pushed his hair back again.
"Hey, I draw what I see." Jess shrugged and tore out the page, handing it to Meeps. "If you weren’t such a guttermouthed little sonofabitch, you wouldn’t be able to get the girls off with a crowbar. I guess you’ve just got a natural defense against that, though."
"Huh." Meeps wasn’t really listening, just staring at the picture in his hands. He was holding the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him.