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Reflections	By : WhisperElmwood Category: Comics > The Beano Views: 1724 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the comic(s) this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Authors Note:

OMG I wrote this YEARS ago! I wrote it during a break between chapters of my first foray into slash-dom, but I never posted it!

And yes, it really is Dennis The Menace and Walter The Softy from the Beano comics! (Americans, do not confuse this character with your Dennis The Menace!)

I'm posting it up because I was looking through my hardrive and spotted it - at the time of writing, I was quite pleased with it. With a re-read, I still like it ^^

This is from a VERY English comic, so don't be worrie3d if it's a bit weird ^^;

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REFLECTIONS

Dennis the Menace:

An alarm goes off. A very loud alarm that actually awakens the entire household. This is exactly what the owner intended and he rolls over, picking the alarm clock up and throwing it across the room with barely a grunt. There is a similar kind of grunt, though rather more animalistic in nature, and something heavy drops off the bed with a loud thump.

Everything about the occupier of this room is loud, from his hair and clothes, right down to his step. There are mumbled complaints from under the red and black striped duvet and Dennis the Menace’s head appears. He glares at the room in general, and then stares at the mounting pile of dead alarm clocks against the wall opposite his bed.

He grins and throws the duvet off, slamming his feet against the floor a moment later. Gnasher looks up at him with a doggy grin, furiously scratching at one ear with a hind leg. Gnipper is still tangled in the duvet, but neither of them particularly care, he appears to still be sleeping.

Dennis grins at his dog and stretches, popping the bones in his back, loudly and on purpose. He then leans down and ruffles the fur on Gnasher’s head before taking off his pyjamas and throwing them in a corner as he grabs his black t-shirt, black shorts and red and black stripped jumper.

After dressing, he stomps his way to the bathroom, making as much noise as possible, just so he can gross out his parents and then glares at himself in the mirror. Overnight his hair has flattened itself out somewhat. Wrinkling his nose, and thinking of only one person as he does it, he grabs his all purpose hair gel.

After a moment, his hair looks as untidy as usual, it sticks out in all directions and appears as stiff as cardboard, it could probably skewer any passing bird that accidentally happened to land in it. He sneered at himself and then posed, imagining the other’s eyes on him, grinning in admiration.

He cleaned his teeth, after deciding that perhaps having a tongue that felt like Gnipper had slept in it wasn’t entirely pleasant and glared at his reflection again, daring it to tell him otherwise, daring it to confess to his parents or best friends. Again he imagined the other’s image in the glass and grinned at it, adding a slight guffaw for good measure.

He looked in all directions, making sure the coast was clear, and then leaned his elbows on the sink and just stared, imagining the other doing the same. He ruffled his hair some more, making it extra spiky, extra messy and then stomped out of the bathroom. Back in his room he pulled on his black and red stripy socks and stuffed his feet in to his clompy boots.

He made his way down the stairs, making sure to sound like a heard of elephants, to particularly annoy his parents and make sure they heard him coming. In the kitchen he finds breakfast already on the table and devours it before re-mussing his jumper, riffling his own hair a little more and stepping out into the garden; ready to make the other notice him in the only way he knew how.

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Walter the Softy:

An alarm goes off. A nice, normal alarm that awakens only the owner. This is exactly what the owner intended and he rolls over, picking the alarm clock up and turning it off before setting it back on his bedside table again. There is the sound of something else rolling over and with a small animalistic noise; something drops lightly onto the floor.

Everything about the occupier of this room is neat and tidy, from his hair and clothes, right down to his step. There is a mumbled awakening from under the pastel duvet and Walter the Softy’s head appears. He glances around the room and then smiles at the ever growing pot of plants next to the wall opposite his bed.

He smiles again and slides out from under the duvet, daintily placing his feet on the floor a moment later. Foo Foo looks up at him with a doggy grin, stretching in only the way a pedigree poodle can. He leans back and untangles teddy from the duvet, placing him on his pillow.

Walter smilingly yawns at his dog and stretches, almost until he stands on tiptoe, an easy feat for him. He leans down and gently pats the fur on Foo Foo’s head before taking off his night shirt, folding it under his pillow and picking up his blue shirt, black shorts and bow-tie.

After dressing, he makes his way to the bathroom, making as little noise as possible so he doesn’t wake his parents who need their lie in and then smiles at himself in the mirror. Overnight his hair has gotten a little ruffled. Wrinkling his nose, and thinking of only one person as he does it, he grabs his all purpose hair gel.

After a moment, his hair looks as tidy as usual, it lies in perfect waves over his head and appears soft enough for any passing bird to make a perfectly soft landing if they happened to accidentally attempt it. He simpered at himself and then posed, imagining the other’s eyes on him, grinning in admiration.

He cleaned his teeth and washed his face and splashed on a little sweet smelling lotion for good measure then poked his tongue out at his reflection, playing a short game of hide and go peek, silently daring it to go tell his two best friends. Again he imagined the other’s image in the glass and grinned at it, adding a slight curtsey for good measure.

He looked in all directions, making sure the coast was clear, and then leaned his elbows on the sink and just stared, imagining the other doing the same. He smoothed his hair some more, making it extra soft, extra shiny and then tiptoed back to his room. Back in his room he pulled on his smart looking socks and slipped his feet into his nice shiny shoes.

He made his way down the stairs, making sure he was quiet so he didn’t startle his parents, though making enough noise to let them know he was coming. In the kitchen he finds breakfast already on the table and eats it before re-straightening his shirt, smoothing down his hair a little more and stepping out into the garden; ready to make the other notice him in the only way he knew how.

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