dekillerqueen: (Fizzle crackle)
Mr. Greed? [Oh, hey. It's Shelly's voice. But something doesn't seem quite right...] I, I apologise for having left without warning, but... I would sincerely like your help now.

What? I figured you just went out for a while, doing whatever it is jelly does... Y'know if you needed somethin', you could've just come to see me in person.

No. In fact, er, I... am not really in the condition to go anywhere at the moment.

Cut for length )
((OOC: A-ALSO IF YOU TAGGED ME IN THE CR MEME I WILL GET TO IT VERY SOON I SWEAR ;;;))
dekillerqueen: (Fizzle crackle)
[Huh. This video must be getting recorded directly from the computer's monitor, because you see Shelly staring straight at you right now.

... Well, he had better not be staring straight at
you, because there's something odd about the look in his eyes; an uncharacteristic desire...

His face comes closer; he rests his chin on his hand. He bites his lip-- Oh good lord, there is
sweat rolling down his forehead.


An unsettling pause, and he backs away and looks down.

Not at the desktop. Closer to him. And further down.

Then, he spends about five minutes fidgeting and tapping his fingers before typing a text message that he mistakenly believes only Brennan will see:]


Doctor, are you still wearing that dress?
dekillerqueen: (what)
[Shelly here is talking through a radio. Not very exciting, yeah, but maybe he's still going through... whatever he was going through the other day. Let's listen in!

Also, those of you familiar with Phoenix Wright may very well recognise the voice on the other end of the conversation...]


I would like to go over this one more time. You met Adrian Andrews at a bar and took the request at that time?

[Cool as ice.] Yes, that is correct.

And that's when you thought "he" was trustworthy...

[... Yes, okay, he's getting a little annoyed now.] How many times must I repeat myself? Yes, that is correct.

I'm sorry, but that is an impossible tale.

Wh-What!?

Shelly de Killer. You have never met the real Adrian Andrews!

[... Looking definitely stressed now.] Wh-Why would you say that...?

Because you made one very big slip-up... about her.

So what is the issue... [His confused expression slowly shifts to one that can only be described as "OH, BUGGER"] ... Wh-What did you say just now...? [Or perhaps a "ghhhrrrrggggk". You know what I mean.] About "her"...?

If you had ever met Adrian Andrews in person... One look at her would have told you that she is a woman!

[And now, community, you are about to witness a rare sight:

Shelly displaying emotion to the point where his monocle seriously
pops off his face.]

Ohoooooo!
dekillerqueen: (You so silly)
HEY GUYS, AM I LATE? T-This will be very short, I'm sorry. ;_;

Shelly
(Note: I'll be using the account [livejournal.com profile] baseball_to_be  for his tags while this virus is going on.)
De Killer is Hufflepuff as all hell. )

Scrooge
Life is like a hurricane, here in Hog-warts~ )
dekillerqueen: (You so silly)
If Shelly were the one to use such blunt language, he would call this "one hell of a night". But as we all know, he was not, so he simply considered it a greatly pleasant night with his best friend. They hadn't done much since the karaoke session; mostly, they had been following the community's reaction to the video. Why nobody knew Shelly and Matt were best bros for life, well, they had no clue. In fact, some people seemed to think they hated each other. There must be some rascal spreading misleading rumours around or something.

After some thought, Shelly decided to have just one more glass of brandy. His liver hopefully wouldn't mind this one-time excess, and should anything happen, he had Matt around to help. Sure, Matt was possibly even drunker, but if they got into trouble, at least they'd get into trouble together.

All in all, he was immensely glad he had such a good friend. As much as he pretended not to need social interaction, the truth was that he was thankful he had someone he could empathise with.
dekillerqueen: (what)
[It's not quite clear if Shelly actually meant to record anything or not. All you can say for sure is that his face is redder than it's ever been.

He's been staring straight at his computer screen for... quite a few minutes now.]


... Well, I can't get to work in... these... conditions... [Biting his lip and very, very, very clearly uncomfortable:] Those... curves... [He seems to suddenly realise something - and though his face shows some disgust, he takes a deep breath, as if to brace himself for his own lack of properness.]


[Failed lock to Trish (and probably only failed because his fingers are shaking so damn much)]

You, the lady from the other day... Are you still interested in seeing my... my... Well, are you?
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