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charisstoma) wrote2014-12-07 01:37 am
charisstoma) wrote2014-12-07 01:37 am
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Dealing with Dragon PR
Title: Dealing with Dragon PR (R)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 462
This arose from this http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/782279.html where Meep posted a certain picture in the comments and one crazy canuke pointed the obvious out. Meep played the *puppy dog eyes and kitty cat glowers* card. *sighs*
“Oh Great and no longer Magic Puff,” Hank started.
Snorting, “Fuck you, and no that wasn’t an invitation,” Puff looked up from his computer screen at his assistant, “least wise not right now. We’re in the office, supposedly working.” He raised an eyebrow in amusement, “And that wasn’t what you kept saying last night.”
Hank smiled politely because yes they were in the office and leering was out of place, at least during office hours. He gave the desk a fond glance and then carefully said, “I’ve sent you an email we received late yesterday, erm after hours. Shall I send it onto legal or would you rather handle it yourself considering it’s a family matter?”
“Which one?” Puff asked with a sigh.
“Horace.”
The offending email was brought up. Puff looked at Hank, “He’s adopted, you know.” Wiping his hands tiredly down over his face, “Flaming spit, why….?”
“Well technically because of the adoption and the mages did try to give him wings and flames so he’d fit in better…” Hank winced at the glare Puff gave him and coughed, “he is a dragon.”
“How truthful do you think this depiction of him is? Any possibility that some modern day git,” he paused, “no there’s a castle in the background, typical Disney version. So someone got themselves a set of paints and pens and created this, then posted it for everyone to see and someone else noticed the resemblance to a dinosaur.”
Hank waited patiently, something he was good at.
With a nod Puff decided, “Send it off to legal and cc to Horace. Let him deal with how he wants to handle it. Caution legal that they might want to advise him about toasting and eating anyone. Breaking and entering is one thing and defending oneself is too but there are better means to roasting an artist.” He smiled, “he might even consider posing for the artist in a more pleasurable manner.”
Hank shivered. He knew where that could lead and he looked longingly at the desk in a not so subtle manner.
Puff grinned, “Another couple hours. You can hold off until then.” Then he touched the controls of the small remote watching as Hank gave an aborted start, moaning and leaning both hands onto the edge of Puff’s ample desk. Puff did love his human assistant and patted him on his ass as he shepherded him out of his office. With a happy sigh he closed the door; yes, there were much better ways to prepare a human. Another couple of hours Hank would be done and ready to eat, AND THEN he’d fuck him. Puff patted the desk in appreciation of its sturdiness. Now he’d better get through his workload if he was going to play later.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 462
This arose from this http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/782279.html where Meep posted a certain picture in the comments and one crazy canuke pointed the obvious out. Meep played the *puppy dog eyes and kitty cat glowers* card. *sighs*
“Oh Great and no longer Magic Puff,” Hank started.
Snorting, “Fuck you, and no that wasn’t an invitation,” Puff looked up from his computer screen at his assistant, “least wise not right now. We’re in the office, supposedly working.” He raised an eyebrow in amusement, “And that wasn’t what you kept saying last night.”
Hank smiled politely because yes they were in the office and leering was out of place, at least during office hours. He gave the desk a fond glance and then carefully said, “I’ve sent you an email we received late yesterday, erm after hours. Shall I send it onto legal or would you rather handle it yourself considering it’s a family matter?”
“Which one?” Puff asked with a sigh.
“Horace.”
The offending email was brought up. Puff looked at Hank, “He’s adopted, you know.” Wiping his hands tiredly down over his face, “Flaming spit, why….?”
“Well technically because of the adoption and the mages did try to give him wings and flames so he’d fit in better…” Hank winced at the glare Puff gave him and coughed, “he is a dragon.”
“How truthful do you think this depiction of him is? Any possibility that some modern day git,” he paused, “no there’s a castle in the background, typical Disney version. So someone got themselves a set of paints and pens and created this, then posted it for everyone to see and someone else noticed the resemblance to a dinosaur.”
Hank waited patiently, something he was good at.
With a nod Puff decided, “Send it off to legal and cc to Horace. Let him deal with how he wants to handle it. Caution legal that they might want to advise him about toasting and eating anyone. Breaking and entering is one thing and defending oneself is too but there are better means to roasting an artist.” He smiled, “he might even consider posing for the artist in a more pleasurable manner.”
Hank shivered. He knew where that could lead and he looked longingly at the desk in a not so subtle manner.
Puff grinned, “Another couple hours. You can hold off until then.” Then he touched the controls of the small remote watching as Hank gave an aborted start, moaning and leaning both hands onto the edge of Puff’s ample desk. Puff did love his human assistant and patted him on his ass as he shepherded him out of his office. With a happy sigh he closed the door; yes, there were much better ways to prepare a human. Another couple of hours Hank would be done and ready to eat, AND THEN he’d fuck him. Puff patted the desk in appreciation of its sturdiness. Now he’d better get through his workload if he was going to play later.
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now where's Horace's fic ;)
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hmmmmm.
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