FAKE Double Drabble: Dinner Disaster
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Title: Dinner Disaster
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Characters: Dee, Ryo, mentions Bikky.
Rating: G
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Dee and Ryo are looking forward to a hot dinner.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Raw’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Arriving home hungry after a tough day at work, Dee in tow, both men were looking forward to the stew that had been simmering in the slow cooker all day. The beef would be meltingly tender by now, and the vegetables done to a turn.
Hanging up their coats, Dee sniffed the air, expecting the tantalising aroma to flood his senses, making his mouth water, but… nothing, not the faintest hint of his partner’s home cooking.
“Uh, Ryo? You said you had stew cooking, right? Only I don’t smell anything.”
Ryo sniffed the air and cursed, hurrying into the kitchen to find the slow cooker turned on but completely dead, the food inside it still raw. “Crap! The fuse must’ve blown or something.” He stared disconsolately at what was to have been their evening meal. “Bikky will be home from basketball practice soon expecting dinner!”
“Don’t sweat it, bud, it’s not your fault; everything wears out eventually. You’ve had that one for years. Got plenty of use out of it too. You can buy a new one tomorrow.”
“That’s no consolation right now.”
“How about I pick up dinner from that curry place down the street?”
Ryo smiled. “Thanks, Dee.”
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo, mentions Bikky.
Rating: G
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Dee and Ryo are looking forward to a hot dinner.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Raw’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Arriving home hungry after a tough day at work, Dee in tow, both men were looking forward to the stew that had been simmering in the slow cooker all day. The beef would be meltingly tender by now, and the vegetables done to a turn.
Hanging up their coats, Dee sniffed the air, expecting the tantalising aroma to flood his senses, making his mouth water, but… nothing, not the faintest hint of his partner’s home cooking.
“Uh, Ryo? You said you had stew cooking, right? Only I don’t smell anything.”
Ryo sniffed the air and cursed, hurrying into the kitchen to find the slow cooker turned on but completely dead, the food inside it still raw. “Crap! The fuse must’ve blown or something.” He stared disconsolately at what was to have been their evening meal. “Bikky will be home from basketball practice soon expecting dinner!”
“Don’t sweat it, bud, it’s not your fault; everything wears out eventually. You’ve had that one for years. Got plenty of use out of it too. You can buy a new one tomorrow.”
“That’s no consolation right now.”
“How about I pick up dinner from that curry place down the street?”
Ryo smiled. “Thanks, Dee.”
The End
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Date: 2017-10-22 09:20 pm (UTC)Thank you!