(war)drobe 「Danny Phantom; Jazz/Sam」
Jul. 29th, 2012 06:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
takerzmuse posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no_true_pairTitle: (war)drobe
Author:takerzmuse
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Pairing/characters: Jazz/Sam (Though it comes off more gen than anything. *is fail*)
Rating: G
Warnings: None, unless you count the implied girl/girl thing.
Prompt: Jazz tries on Sam's clothes
Author's Notes: These two? Impossible. They demanded I create a whole backstory for them before I could start writing. None of it even comes into play here! (TT^TT)
“I know they’re not your style, but you need something to wear while your stuff’s in the wash.” Sam held out the armful of clothing to her companion. She couldn’t help but smile at the familiar, dismayed expression on Jazz’s face.
“You seriously need to update the colors of your wardrobe. Black is a staple, of course - though not to the extent you take it - but purple and… More purple?”
“There’s some grey, green, and blue in there, too. But why fix what’s already great, Dr. Pastel Pantsuit?”
Jazz rolled her eyes, exchanging the fluffy towel for a familiar set of sleep tee and shorts. “I wear jewel tones and candy colors, Ms. Goth, not pastels. Well, not only pastels. Variety in color is-”
“A good thing; yes, I’ve heard it before.” Sam tossed the rolled-up socks at Jazz’s head, who caught them easily in a reflexive motion.
“And I’ll continue to repeat it, hoping that someday you’ll listen to my advice.”
“Can it, Jasmine.” Sam’s amused smile belied her tetchy words.
“All right, Samantha.” For the moment, at least.
The End
Author:
takerzmuseFandom: Danny Phantom
Pairing/characters: Jazz/Sam (Though it comes off more gen than anything. *is fail*)
Rating: G
Warnings: None, unless you count the implied girl/girl thing.
Prompt: Jazz tries on Sam's clothes
Author's Notes: These two? Impossible. They demanded I create a whole backstory for them before I could start writing. None of it even comes into play here! (TT^TT)
“I know they’re not your style, but you need something to wear while your stuff’s in the wash.” Sam held out the armful of clothing to her companion. She couldn’t help but smile at the familiar, dismayed expression on Jazz’s face.
“You seriously need to update the colors of your wardrobe. Black is a staple, of course - though not to the extent you take it - but purple and… More purple?”
“There’s some grey, green, and blue in there, too. But why fix what’s already great, Dr. Pastel Pantsuit?”
Jazz rolled her eyes, exchanging the fluffy towel for a familiar set of sleep tee and shorts. “I wear jewel tones and candy colors, Ms. Goth, not pastels. Well, not only pastels. Variety in color is-”
“A good thing; yes, I’ve heard it before.” Sam tossed the rolled-up socks at Jazz’s head, who caught them easily in a reflexive motion.
“And I’ll continue to repeat it, hoping that someday you’ll listen to my advice.”
“Can it, Jasmine.” Sam’s amused smile belied her tetchy words.
“All right, Samantha.” For the moment, at least.