FAKE Double Drabble: Winter Commute
Title: Winter Commute
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, OCs.
Rating: G
Setting: During the manga.
Summary: Getting home from work in winter can be quite an ordeal
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Capacity’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
All the subway cars were already near enough packed to capacity thanks to the bad weather. Ryo wasn’t enthusiastic about squeezing in for an uncomfortable ride home, but neither did he particularly want to stand around on the platform waiting for the next train.
Squashed in like a sardine among a crowd of sniffling, coughing, sneezing commuters, or standing around for maybe another half hour with no guarantee there’d be more room on the next train; it wasn’t much of a choice. Taking a deep breath, he edged his way into the least crowded car just before the doors closed, tucked his head down, and prepared to endure the discomfort.
The joys of winter in New York. At street level, heavy snow was falling, busses weren’t running, and taxis were few and far between, while down here, the trains were running more or less on schedule but having to cope with double the number of passengers they usually carried. He supposed he should be thankful he could at least get home this way; no doubt some people were having to walk because they lived and worked in areas outside the subway network.
He’d be glad when winter was finally over.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, OCs.
Rating: G
Setting: During the manga.
Summary: Getting home from work in winter can be quite an ordeal
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Capacity’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
All the subway cars were already near enough packed to capacity thanks to the bad weather. Ryo wasn’t enthusiastic about squeezing in for an uncomfortable ride home, but neither did he particularly want to stand around on the platform waiting for the next train.
Squashed in like a sardine among a crowd of sniffling, coughing, sneezing commuters, or standing around for maybe another half hour with no guarantee there’d be more room on the next train; it wasn’t much of a choice. Taking a deep breath, he edged his way into the least crowded car just before the doors closed, tucked his head down, and prepared to endure the discomfort.
The joys of winter in New York. At street level, heavy snow was falling, busses weren’t running, and taxis were few and far between, while down here, the trains were running more or less on schedule but having to cope with double the number of passengers they usually carried. He supposed he should be thankful he could at least get home this way; no doubt some people were having to walk because they lived and worked in areas outside the subway network.
He’d be glad when winter was finally over.
The End