"No man, you need room to breathe in there!" North argued. "I don't want my junk all squished."
"Briefs don't 'squish' your junk, and they're better for the kinds of activities we do." Nathan shot back. "Come on, branch out a little."
"What are you, Gabe?" North snickered. "Telling me to branch out my underwear fashion choices."
"Oh I get it," Nathan replied with a smirk. "Nobody to impress?"
Nathan's smirk was quickly wiped off his face by Norths death glare, however, and he quickly backed out of the room.
"Scared of something?" North asked, walking towards him menacingly.
"No!" Nathan practically growled back.
"Maybe briefs are cool for you because you don't have anything to get fucking squished."
"What'd you just say?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Whatever. Let's have Gabe decide."
With that, both guys pushed past each other and headed to look for their resident fashion expert.
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"Gabe! Get your ass in here! It's an emergency!" North yelled.
Gabe rushed in, "What's wrong? Fuck! Is everything okay?"
"Boxers or briefs?" Nathan asked, and Gabe's jaw dropped.
"This was the emergency you fucking shouted to me for? What were you thinking? You scared the fucking hell out of me!" He spluttered, looking at them in what could only be described as pure outrage. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"We needed your fucking help!" North exploded. "Tell Nate boxers!"
Gabe sighed, before turning to Nate. "First off, I buy all your fucking clothes, and ALL of you wear boxers. Secondly, meet in the fucking middle you shit heads. Boxer briefs."
North and Nathan's jaws dropped. "You're going to catch flies, you fuckers," Gabriel pointed out, rolling his eyes and walking out of the room, muttering to himself about his idiot brothers along the way.
Authors Note: It's just a silly little scene I wrote to practice my dialogue. :)
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