txt slash: Oh, Mr Wainthropp!
Oct. 5th, 2002 05:16 pmMore, more, more Geoffrey/Mr Wainthropp goodness! Never fear, despite accusations of evildom, elfdom and goodness knows what else, the tide of D/G txt cannot be stemmed!
demelzagirl and I have not been idle!
lobelia321:
"Detective health check, Geoffrey. We need to give in a DNA sample."
"OK, Mr Wainthropp, here's me arm."
"Oh no, Geoffie, blood won't do at all. We need *real* DNA..."
demelzagirl:
"What's that you're reading, Geoffrey?"
"Oh, just something I picked up at t'reference library."
"Give us a look. Blimey! Are you sure that's the right way up?"
lobelia321:
"You're looking a bit peaked, Geoffie; sure you wouldn't like me to get you a nice hot mug of lemsip?"
"No, Mr Wainthropp, but I can think of summat else nice and hot..."
demelzagirl:
"Geoffrey, you've dropped your notebook. Shouldn't you pick it up?"
"Is this just a ploy to get me to bend over, Mr Wainthropp?"
"Rumbled again... but do it, anyway."
lobelia321:
"Oh, just one more time, please, Mr Wainthropp!"
"I don't know if I'm up to it, lad. I'm no longer t'youngest, y'know."
"Well, you could just... *you* know, Mr Wainthropp!"
demelzagirl:
"I hate to say it, Mr Wainthropp, but I've been looking it up at t'reference library. Turns out this is illegal in many countries!"
"Shall I stop?"
"Only if we hear sirens."
lobelia321:
"I hear sirens, Mr Wainthropp!"
"Ooh, we'd better stop, then."
"N... no, not those kinds of sirens, ohh..."
"Yes, ah, I hear something too -- bells, I think, bells!"

And another illustration, courtesy of the lovely
andraste_oz. Baby!Dominic in a suit... Need I say more??
"Detective health check, Geoffrey. We need to give in a DNA sample."
"OK, Mr Wainthropp, here's me arm."
"Oh no, Geoffie, blood won't do at all. We need *real* DNA..."
"What's that you're reading, Geoffrey?"
"Oh, just something I picked up at t'reference library."
"Give us a look. Blimey! Are you sure that's the right way up?"
"You're looking a bit peaked, Geoffie; sure you wouldn't like me to get you a nice hot mug of lemsip?"
"No, Mr Wainthropp, but I can think of summat else nice and hot..."
"Geoffrey, you've dropped your notebook. Shouldn't you pick it up?"
"Is this just a ploy to get me to bend over, Mr Wainthropp?"
"Rumbled again... but do it, anyway."
"Oh, just one more time, please, Mr Wainthropp!"
"I don't know if I'm up to it, lad. I'm no longer t'youngest, y'know."
"Well, you could just... *you* know, Mr Wainthropp!"
"I hate to say it, Mr Wainthropp, but I've been looking it up at t'reference library. Turns out this is illegal in many countries!"
"Shall I stop?"
"Only if we hear sirens."
"I hear sirens, Mr Wainthropp!"
"Ooh, we'd better stop, then."
"N... no, not those kinds of sirens, ohh..."
"Yes, ah, I hear something too -- bells, I think, bells!"

And another illustration, courtesy of the lovely