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150: Jeeves & Wooster: Gen
Title: Lugubrious
Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster
Rating: Gen
Length: 200
Prompt: lugubrious
Characters: Bertie & Gussie Fink-Nottle
Summary: Gussie is sad.
“What ho, fine fellow!”
It came as a surprise when my cheery salutation received the barest nod.
The word for my old pal’s mug was lugubrious, a term which Jeeves has led me to believe means the kind of melancholy that coves like Hamlet walk through their entire lives sporting. But Gussie Fink-Nottle did not customarily play the role of tragic hero, so I made polite inquiry as to what was rotten in his Demark.
The trouble wasn’t, as is often the case, of a romantic nature.
“No, things with Emerald are wonderful,” he replied gloomily. “Steak and kidney pie every other night. But she was keeping a friend’s aged Peke this weekend and…”
In short, the visiting canine, though deaf, blind, and with a near-death’s-door niff, was as keen on Gussie’s prized pets as he was, but more precisely, in the same manner that he was keen on steak and kidney pie.
“The beast overturned the tank!” sobbed Gussie. “I heard the crash and came running but not before he’d, he’d swallowed poor Barabas the IV!”
I forbore to state the obvious, that you can’t teach an old dog newt tricks, and bought the next round of orange juice.
Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster
Rating: Gen
Length: 200
Prompt: lugubrious
Characters: Bertie & Gussie Fink-Nottle
Summary: Gussie is sad.
“What ho, fine fellow!”
It came as a surprise when my cheery salutation received the barest nod.
The word for my old pal’s mug was lugubrious, a term which Jeeves has led me to believe means the kind of melancholy that coves like Hamlet walk through their entire lives sporting. But Gussie Fink-Nottle did not customarily play the role of tragic hero, so I made polite inquiry as to what was rotten in his Demark.
The trouble wasn’t, as is often the case, of a romantic nature.
“No, things with Emerald are wonderful,” he replied gloomily. “Steak and kidney pie every other night. But she was keeping a friend’s aged Peke this weekend and…”
In short, the visiting canine, though deaf, blind, and with a near-death’s-door niff, was as keen on Gussie’s prized pets as he was, but more precisely, in the same manner that he was keen on steak and kidney pie.
“The beast overturned the tank!” sobbed Gussie. “I heard the crash and came running but not before he’d, he’d swallowed poor Barabas the IV!”
I forbore to state the obvious, that you can’t teach an old dog newt tricks, and bought the next round of orange juice.