FAKE Triple Drabble: Winter Sidewalks
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Title: Winter Sidewalks
Fandom: FAKE
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Conditions can be treacherous on New York’s winter streets.
Word Count: 300
Written For: My own prompt ‘FAKE, Dee/Ryo, Winter sidewalks,’ at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fic_promptly.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
It’s late December, Christmas is past, and the sidewalks are a mess of trampled, filthy snow, packed down so hard by the passage of countless feet that it’s more like solid ridges and lumps of ice. Even the patches that look clear are slick with black ice. It’s a dismal and depressing sight, not to mention treacherous; if they have to chase anyone, broken bones are a distinct possibility.
It shouldn’t come to that though, because today isn’t a workday. They’d worked over Christmas, which had not been their choice but somebody had to do it, and this year they’d drawn the short straw. In return for that, they’re now officially at liberty until January 2nd. Dee would have liked to spend that time at home, preferably snuggled up in bed with Ryo, but food is a necessity so they’re braving the cold and ice to buy some.
Heavy boots help to keep them upright on the icy ground, but they aren’t infallible, so when Ryo takes a step and suddenly skids, grabbing at Dee in a vain attempt to regain his balance and only succeeding in making Dee slip too, things get a little crazy. Feet slipping and sliding as they scrabble for traction, they cling to each other, looking like they’re doing some bizarre kind of ice-dance. Even though they try their best, gravity eventually has its way with them and they topple almost gracefully into a pile of snow.
Perhaps there’s still some of the festive spirit about, because suddenly they’re the centre of attention, people applauding and cheering as Dee scrambles back onto his feet, helping a slightly flattened Ryo up. Looking at each other, they burst out laughing, their winter blues evaporating.
“Maybe we’d better cross eggs off the shopping list,” Ryo chuckles. Dee agrees.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Conditions can be treacherous on New York’s winter streets.
Word Count: 300
Written For: My own prompt ‘FAKE, Dee/Ryo, Winter sidewalks,’ at
fic_promptly.Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
It’s late December, Christmas is past, and the sidewalks are a mess of trampled, filthy snow, packed down so hard by the passage of countless feet that it’s more like solid ridges and lumps of ice. Even the patches that look clear are slick with black ice. It’s a dismal and depressing sight, not to mention treacherous; if they have to chase anyone, broken bones are a distinct possibility.
It shouldn’t come to that though, because today isn’t a workday. They’d worked over Christmas, which had not been their choice but somebody had to do it, and this year they’d drawn the short straw. In return for that, they’re now officially at liberty until January 2nd. Dee would have liked to spend that time at home, preferably snuggled up in bed with Ryo, but food is a necessity so they’re braving the cold and ice to buy some.
Heavy boots help to keep them upright on the icy ground, but they aren’t infallible, so when Ryo takes a step and suddenly skids, grabbing at Dee in a vain attempt to regain his balance and only succeeding in making Dee slip too, things get a little crazy. Feet slipping and sliding as they scrabble for traction, they cling to each other, looking like they’re doing some bizarre kind of ice-dance. Even though they try their best, gravity eventually has its way with them and they topple almost gracefully into a pile of snow.
Perhaps there’s still some of the festive spirit about, because suddenly they’re the centre of attention, people applauding and cheering as Dee scrambles back onto his feet, helping a slightly flattened Ryo up. Looking at each other, they burst out laughing, their winter blues evaporating.
“Maybe we’d better cross eggs off the shopping list,” Ryo chuckles. Dee agrees.
The End
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Date: 2017-01-14 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-14 11:08 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2017-01-15 01:38 am (UTC)Very welcome!
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Date: 2017-01-15 10:55 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2017-01-15 11:40 am (UTC)I have toasting forks and a real fire, but sadly I can't eat bread anymore =( I used to love toast cooked over the fire, it tastes WAY better, soft on the inside, crisp on the outside, and it soaks up butter like a sponge =D
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Date: 2017-01-15 08:16 pm (UTC)Bread's something Mom's been trying to avoid, due to carbs. Plus, she had bypass surgery some years back, so bread can ball up and cause trouble for her, if she isn't careful.
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Date: 2017-01-15 10:55 pm (UTC)Yeah, wire coat hangers could work if the ends could be sharpened.
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Date: 2017-01-15 01:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-15 11:16 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2017-01-16 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-16 07:41 pm (UTC)Thank you!