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nexus_crossings2018-01-27 10:39 pm
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Through the Looking-Ed
How did this happen?
All Double D wanted was to start his morning off with a nice, refreshing shower... Then he finds out the hard way the bathroom was being rennovated. He tried asking his friends, but Eddy wouldn't be bothered to wake up early on a Saturday, and Ed's sister was using his bathroom for a play spa. The other kids in the Cul-de-sac were no help either, and all Double D got out of this ordeal was even more dirt and filth that begged to be cleaned off.
The poor boy was at wit's end at this point. He wandered down the lane in a anxious haze, trying to shake off the grime and keep his sanity at the same time. Yet, it was so hard, especially since there seemed to be no hope at all for his cleanliness. He continued to mutter the same words under his breath as he desperately tried to scrape the grime off onto the picket fences. "Shower, shower, shower... Shower, shower, shower... Shower, shower, shower... Shower, show-OOF!"
Here, he blindly bumps into a nice couch and falls on his butt.
A couch? What's a perfectly good couch doing here?! Double D knows perfectly well that a couch does not belong in an alleyway... Nor do the chairs. Or the computers...
Double D blinks and glances around at his surroundings and realizes he's not even in the Cul-de-sac anymore. Furthermore, he also finds that he's surrounded by strangers and creatures that look like they belong in one of Ed's comic books, and yet... He's still covered in filth and grime and dirt and these people look like they have showers. He's frozen for a moment, wide eyed like a deer in the headlights, as the embarrassment of being so messy in front of complete strangers merges with his desire to get clean until at last he can't take it anymore.
He grabs the arm of the couch, pulls himself to his feet... And blurts out, "DOES ANYONE HERE HAVE A SHOWER I CAN USE?! PLEASE?!?"
All Double D wanted was to start his morning off with a nice, refreshing shower... Then he finds out the hard way the bathroom was being rennovated. He tried asking his friends, but Eddy wouldn't be bothered to wake up early on a Saturday, and Ed's sister was using his bathroom for a play spa. The other kids in the Cul-de-sac were no help either, and all Double D got out of this ordeal was even more dirt and filth that begged to be cleaned off.
The poor boy was at wit's end at this point. He wandered down the lane in a anxious haze, trying to shake off the grime and keep his sanity at the same time. Yet, it was so hard, especially since there seemed to be no hope at all for his cleanliness. He continued to mutter the same words under his breath as he desperately tried to scrape the grime off onto the picket fences. "Shower, shower, shower... Shower, shower, shower... Shower, shower, shower... Shower, show-OOF!"
Here, he blindly bumps into a nice couch and falls on his butt.
A couch? What's a perfectly good couch doing here?! Double D knows perfectly well that a couch does not belong in an alleyway... Nor do the chairs. Or the computers...
Double D blinks and glances around at his surroundings and realizes he's not even in the Cul-de-sac anymore. Furthermore, he also finds that he's surrounded by strangers and creatures that look like they belong in one of Ed's comic books, and yet... He's still covered in filth and grime and dirt and these people look like they have showers. He's frozen for a moment, wide eyed like a deer in the headlights, as the embarrassment of being so messy in front of complete strangers merges with his desire to get clean until at last he can't take it anymore.
He grabs the arm of the couch, pulls himself to his feet... And blurts out, "DOES ANYONE HERE HAVE A SHOWER I CAN USE?! PLEASE?!?"
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She takes out her wand, when he yells for a shower. "Scourgify!"
The dirt and grime is magically cleaned off his body with a mere flick of her wrist.
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"O-oh... Thank you.... Ma'am."
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"Erm... Sorry to bother you again, but how can I be sure I'm not dreaming this up?"
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Hermione smiles. "But let me assure you, this is not a dream. Welcome to the Nexus, young man."
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Looking around again at all the strange sights and sounds... And also the woman with the magic wand.
Yeeeeeah, this wasn't familiar at all.
"Erm, sorry to bother you again, but I don't think I should loiter here for too long... Mother and Father may grow concerned if I wandered too far from home without letting them know where I am."
Granted, both of his parents were either out of town or at work at the moment, but that's no reason not to spare a thought for them.
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The trail of dirt leading out of the plaza might help, if that spell didn't erase some of it... And he noticed it.
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