Double Drabble: WhatKnot
Title: WhatKnot
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Nosy, Flufflets.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 719: Tangle at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Perhaps four Flufflets shouldn’t be left to play together unattended.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
With all the Torchwood children either in school or in day-care, the Flufflets were enjoying a playdate of their own. They loved the children they were bonded with and were always happy to spend time with their young charges, but even they needed a break sometimes, a few hours free from all responsibilities when they could play among themselves and be Fluffs.
Nosy considered itself too mature to indulge in the kind of romps the Flufflets favoured, a lot of play wrestling and chasing each other, and anyway, it was tired from supervising four children and three Flufflets, so it napped in the sun on the deck of the roof garden while Spot, Squiggle, Daisy, and Dizzy, who Tosh had brought over to visit with its siblings, pounced on each other and rolled about on the lawn. When it was woken by a chorus of squeaky hums, Nosy took one look at its offspring, and went to find Ianto.
“HUMMM!”
“What’s up, young Fluff?”
Nosy tugged at his sleeve, urging Ianto, who’d been preparing lunch, to follow.
In the middle of the lawn was a large knot of hopelessly tangled Flufflets.
“Oh dear, looks like lunch will have to wait.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Nosy, Flufflets.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 719: Tangle at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Perhaps four Flufflets shouldn’t be left to play together unattended.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
With all the Torchwood children either in school or in day-care, the Flufflets were enjoying a playdate of their own. They loved the children they were bonded with and were always happy to spend time with their young charges, but even they needed a break sometimes, a few hours free from all responsibilities when they could play among themselves and be Fluffs.
Nosy considered itself too mature to indulge in the kind of romps the Flufflets favoured, a lot of play wrestling and chasing each other, and anyway, it was tired from supervising four children and three Flufflets, so it napped in the sun on the deck of the roof garden while Spot, Squiggle, Daisy, and Dizzy, who Tosh had brought over to visit with its siblings, pounced on each other and rolled about on the lawn. When it was woken by a chorus of squeaky hums, Nosy took one look at its offspring, and went to find Ianto.
“HUMMM!”
“What’s up, young Fluff?”
Nosy tugged at his sleeve, urging Ianto, who’d been preparing lunch, to follow.
In the middle of the lawn was a large knot of hopelessly tangled Flufflets.
“Oh dear, looks like lunch will have to wait.”
The End