Written for Maryavatar's Crossover Drabble Challenge, with apologies to Viridian5 for stealing her line. I lay no claim to the characters, only their oh-so-witty banter.
Short and sweet'n'nasty. Just the way these guys like it.
by Maya Tawi
"Nice hair," Schuldig said. "Wouldn't call it blood-colored, though. Looks more like fruit punch to me."
Gojyo recovered quickly. "And yourself. You know, 'conditioner' isn't always preceded by 'air'."
"Clever. We gonna snipe, or we gonna screw?"
"I'm a ladies' man," Gojyo said. "Sorry."
Schuldig smiled. "Not anymore."
Gojyo hesitated. He looked torn. "All right, but I'm not an uke, got it? No offense, I just don't do the bottom-- or rather, I do do the bottom, if you know what I'm saying."
"Oh," he purred, "I think you'd be surprised at what I could make you do."