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The recent fandom wank induced D: and I don't want to think about it because then I'll go around with a frowny face and I hate frowny faces (mine or someone else's) so I won't talk about it except to just say that it makes my heart sad (like this: /♥\ )So, my third (and final) piece of art for BBB got posted a couple of days ago. It's for the story
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So, Spencer takes his nap inside the house. The sofa is soft, the air is not too hot and there's a sunray that hits the sofa cushion just so. Or, well, he used to take his nap inside.
Since the Hydrangea Incident he's wary of leaving Brendon alone in the garden. Ryan is no help at all, way too busy trying to impress Jon to keep an eye out for Brendon, and Jon is a stray cat and is not always around. Spencer can't take the risk. It's almost Summer and the flowers in the garden are all blooming and yes, Brendon promised him he wouldn't eat things just because they're pretty anymore, but what if he accidentally swallow something? Or what if those mice Brendon talks to convince him to taste some of the doctored cheese the Old Beckett use to keep the rats out of his hen pen? So, that is why he's taken to lounge in the garden instead of taking his afternoon nap.
At first he just stayed on the flat stone just outside the kitchen backdoor, but he soon discovered that Brendon liked to run around and go on "adventures" behind the hedge and the bushes lining the backyard, which meant that Spencer had to relocate under the tree on the far side, where he's able to see pretty much anything.
Spencer knows that Brendon would prefer for Spencer to join him in his little adventures, but after the first couple of times Brendon asked and Spencer refused, he stopped trying to engage Spencer in his afternoon activities. Until now, that is.
"What are you doing?" Spencer doesn't get it. He came out of the kitchen like he's been doing for the past week and Brendon was brushing the grass covering Spencer's spot under the tree with a concentration that he's never seen him show.
"I'm brushing the grass" is Brendon answer.
Well, "I can see that. But. Why?"
Brendon's paws slow in their movements and he glance at Spencer "Well, I know you come out here to keep me company, and I know that you usually take your nap now. I noticed that you never lay down unless you're on the flat stone and I didn't know why and then I thought about it and it's because of your fur, right?" he looks at Spencer from behind his whiskers "You don't want to get things stuck in it because it's painful to tear out... so I thought I'd clean the patch of grass you use so you can lay down" he looks down and stops stroking the blades, now organized in a cross-hatching pattern.
Spencer doesn't know what to say. He figures he's better with actions anyway.
He brushes past Brendon, lays down on the carefully arranged grass and looks at Brendon. And then he swipes Brendon's paws out and makes him fall down next to himself.
"You must be tired. Take a nap with me."
Brendon purrs.
Maybe I should abandon the long-fic and just write drabbles....
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BRUSHING THE GRASS. KITTY SNUGGLES. <33333
That's what I do! I just write lots of little bits that I like and then put them together and fill in the bits in between. I wholeheartedly approve of any and all snippets of WASP. :D
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Writing little bits sounds like a good plan! Thanks for the tip *hugs*
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