Jim hid under his hat as they passed the O2 store, seeing himself on one of the posters. He stayed silent, hoping Larry wouldn’t notice.
“IT’S YOU!” Larry exclaimed, pulling him to a halt outside the window and beaming at the poster.
“Shut up. Larry. People are staring. Let go! No- come on! Don’t do that!” Jim sighed.
“Untie me. Now. Don’t point. Please.”
Larry grinned at him mischievously and tugged on the whip.
“And you thought it was just for show. Oh Jim! So Naive.”
“Now they want autographs! I don’t even have a pe- Hello! Yeah, just feeling festive, y’know... getting into the Christmas spirit. Yes the costumes were Larry’s idea. There you go. No, thank you.”
Larry scooted round to the side and cornered an employee of the store.
“Do you have any of those legs? The furry ones? Like Jim wore in the advert? ...what do you mean ‘what advert’? Look at the poster! Look, he’s already wearing a jumper under that elf costume... oh, fine. Never mind.”
The crowds finally cleared and Jim huffed. “Never do that again.”
He frowned, noticing the disappointment on Larry’s face. “What did you just ask that guy?”
“If he had any faun legs.” Larry shrugged, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “I thought it would have made a fantastic photo opportunity. Not for the fans, well, for them too, but for me. I could have put it on twitter.”
“You’re an addict, now tweet about your disappointment whilst I get a cuppa and a muffin.” Jim said, heading off in the direction of Starbucks.
Larry huffed and leant against the wall, pulling his phone out of his gun holster and beginning to type.
O2 shops are useless. I bring them Jim and they don’t have faun legs. #missedopportunity
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Unprompted Jim/Larry - Christmas Shopping - Part 5/5
Date: 2011-12-12 07:59 pm (UTC)“IT’S YOU!” Larry exclaimed, pulling him to a halt outside the window and beaming at the poster.
“Shut up. Larry. People are staring. Let go! No- come on! Don’t do that!” Jim sighed.
“Untie me. Now. Don’t point. Please.”
Larry grinned at him mischievously and tugged on the whip.
“And you thought it was just for show. Oh Jim! So Naive.”
“Now they want autographs! I don’t even have a pe- Hello! Yeah, just feeling festive, y’know... getting into the Christmas spirit. Yes the costumes were Larry’s idea. There you go. No, thank you.”
Larry scooted round to the side and cornered an employee of the store.
“Do you have any of those legs? The furry ones? Like Jim wore in the advert? ...what do you mean ‘what advert’? Look at the poster! Look, he’s already wearing a jumper under that elf costume... oh, fine. Never mind.”
The crowds finally cleared and Jim huffed. “Never do that again.”
He frowned, noticing the disappointment on Larry’s face. “What did you just ask that guy?”
“If he had any faun legs.” Larry shrugged, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “I thought it would have made a fantastic photo opportunity. Not for the fans, well, for them too, but for me. I could have put it on twitter.”
“You’re an addict, now tweet about your disappointment whilst I get a cuppa and a muffin.” Jim said, heading off in the direction of Starbucks.
Larry huffed and leant against the wall, pulling his phone out of his gun holster and beginning to type.
O2 shops are useless. I bring them Jim and they don’t have faun legs. #missedopportunity