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tothelight) wrote2010-09-25 11:18 pm
tothelight) wrote2010-09-25 11:18 pm
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c-c-crosstalk drabble meme?
Modified from Dat Question Meme, LET'S DO THIS
It goes LIKE SO: comment here and give me a prompt (character(s) and a situation, whether canon, Sabra, post-Sabra, AUs or otherwise) and I'll drabble you at least 200 words on it. Quality not assured.
WHEN I REPLY I will also give you a prompt in turn!
In this way we write each other stuff, which is fun.
I AM GOING TO BED FOR A FEW HOURS but will begin when consciousness has returned
ETA: Disclaimer: am writing these sort of all at the same time, so posting them as they get completed :<a <
It goes LIKE SO: comment here and give me a prompt (character(s) and a situation, whether canon, Sabra, post-Sabra, AUs or otherwise) and I'll drabble you at least 200 words on it. Quality not assured.
WHEN I REPLY I will also give you a prompt in turn!
In this way we write each other stuff, which is fun.
I AM GOING TO BED FOR A FEW HOURS but will begin when consciousness has returned
ETA: Disclaimer: am writing these sort of all at the same time, so posting them as they get completed :<a <
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Claude attempting to ask Feathers out on a date?
Three Times Claude of Cepheus Failed (And One Time It Didn’t Matter)
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1)
Larger and more complicated emotional scruples involving certain Important Remembered Persons aside, it wasn’t as if there were all that many places he could take her out to, exactly. And anyway, he had the feeling the kind of--- outing--- she'd like wasn’t so much a meal and a lakeside walk as an evening with a toolbox and a crate’s worth of parts, and that was a little harder to arrange.
Still, in those hours they spent working together, their hammers beating tandem rhythms into the latest piece of their craft, once in a while there’d be the stray thought that it wouldn’t be that bad. Really, maybe all he had to do was just look over and say--
“Cla~~~~ude~”
...it didn’t help that Sunny had some kind of inbuilt radar when it came to these things.
2)
“Say, Feathers,” seriously, smoothly, without a stutter for miles around, “I’d really like it if we could spend some time together. Sometime.”
No, they already kind of did that on a regular basis. Technically. There was the forge.
“Feathers, would you wanna join me for some special private time?”
No, something about that was just...
“How about you and me in the secret cave, baby~”
He punched Red in the gut.
3)
“But then now there’s the problem of how he’s getting the question across.”
Bryony put a hand up. “Interpretative dance?”
“Or a note on his forehead,” Fang cheerfully added. “I brought markers.”
He had about a couple inches of knee to bend. If he could just body-wiggle his way off the ledge, maybe he could sort of roll back home before any of them noticed--
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Damn it.
“It’s for your own good. True love won’t get anywhere otherwise~”
“Mmphrghmmprghngh!”
“Speaking of notes.” Pop. Dot dot dot dot dot dot dot. Followed by a quick scribble.
“...Red, that just says ‘bite here’.”
“It’s succinct! She’ll understand.”
3.5)
Well, at least the rope burns are gone, a very very unhelpful small voice in the back of his head pointed out, as he waited for the last of his internal organs to regenerate.
+1)
“Feathers?”
“Mm?” Paused halfway through bandaging his wrist.
He closed his eyes, shifted the free arm he had around her.
“...never mind.”
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