FAKE Double Drabble: Intricate
Title: Intricate
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee
Rating: G
Setting: Sometime during the manga.
Summary: Dee likes watching Ryo work, but this is something different.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Fold’
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Sitting at his desk, waiting for somebody to return his phone call, Ryo tore a page from the back of his notebook and started to fold it, a small frown of concentration creasing his forehead.
Across from him, Dee watched in fascination as Ryo flipped the paper, now one side, now the other, his long fingers making deft folds seemingly at random, and yet with a purpose Dee couldn’t begin to fathom.
He was hypnotised. He always enjoyed watching Ryo’s hands at work, whether writing, typing, cooking, or cleaning his gun, but somehow this was different. Beneath Ryo’s fingers, a simple scrap of paper was turning into something else entirely, a delicate and intricately fashioned bird.
The phone started to ring, startling them both, and setting the bird aside, Ryo answered it, picking up his pen and making notes. Hanging up, he glanced towards Dee.
“I’ve got an address for Robert Milano; we’d better get over there.”
Dee nodded and got to his feet, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and slipping it on. As he passed Ryo’s desk, he picked up the paper bird and tucked it in his pocket. He’d ask Ryo about it later.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee
Rating: G
Setting: Sometime during the manga.
Summary: Dee likes watching Ryo work, but this is something different.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Fold’
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Sitting at his desk, waiting for somebody to return his phone call, Ryo tore a page from the back of his notebook and started to fold it, a small frown of concentration creasing his forehead.
Across from him, Dee watched in fascination as Ryo flipped the paper, now one side, now the other, his long fingers making deft folds seemingly at random, and yet with a purpose Dee couldn’t begin to fathom.
He was hypnotised. He always enjoyed watching Ryo’s hands at work, whether writing, typing, cooking, or cleaning his gun, but somehow this was different. Beneath Ryo’s fingers, a simple scrap of paper was turning into something else entirely, a delicate and intricately fashioned bird.
The phone started to ring, startling them both, and setting the bird aside, Ryo answered it, picking up his pen and making notes. Hanging up, he glanced towards Dee.
“I’ve got an address for Robert Milano; we’d better get over there.”
Dee nodded and got to his feet, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and slipping it on. As he passed Ryo’s desk, he picked up the paper bird and tucked it in his pocket. He’d ask Ryo about it later.
The End