FAKE Double drabble: Carnival Capers
Title: Carnival Capers
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OCs, mentions Mother
Rating: G
Challenge: # 45: Carnival at drabble_weekly.
Spoilers/Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee snags the cushiest job at the 27th’s charity carnival.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
It was mid-July, and time for the 27th Precinct’s annual carnival to raise money for Mother Lane’s orphanage. Dee loved Mother, and would do just about anything for her, but he had to draw the line somewhere, and this time he’d put his foot down. For the first year in memory, he’d managed to avoid being roped in as the entertainment in one of the sideshows.
No chapped lips from the kissing booth, no getting dunked in water, or being auctioned off as someone’s date for the evening. It would make a refreshing change to get through the festivities in one piece. After all, what possible harm could he come to running the Tombola? Nothing could be safer; all the prizes were soft toys. This was the best gig of the lot.
“Five tickets for a dollar!” he called to passers by. “Tickets ending with five or zero are winners! Choose your prize!”
OoOoOoO
Dee slumped on the sofa, wincing as Ryo pressed an ice pack carefully to his black eye and swollen nose.
“What happened?” Ryo asked.
“Two dads wanted the same teddy bear for their kids and started fightin’ over it,” Dee groaned. “I got caught in the middle.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, OCs, mentions Mother
Rating: G
Challenge: # 45: Carnival at drabble_weekly.
Spoilers/Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee snags the cushiest job at the 27th’s charity carnival.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
It was mid-July, and time for the 27th Precinct’s annual carnival to raise money for Mother Lane’s orphanage. Dee loved Mother, and would do just about anything for her, but he had to draw the line somewhere, and this time he’d put his foot down. For the first year in memory, he’d managed to avoid being roped in as the entertainment in one of the sideshows.
No chapped lips from the kissing booth, no getting dunked in water, or being auctioned off as someone’s date for the evening. It would make a refreshing change to get through the festivities in one piece. After all, what possible harm could he come to running the Tombola? Nothing could be safer; all the prizes were soft toys. This was the best gig of the lot.
“Five tickets for a dollar!” he called to passers by. “Tickets ending with five or zero are winners! Choose your prize!”
OoOoOoO
Dee slumped on the sofa, wincing as Ryo pressed an ice pack carefully to his black eye and swollen nose.
“What happened?” Ryo asked.
“Two dads wanted the same teddy bear for their kids and started fightin’ over it,” Dee groaned. “I got caught in the middle.”
The End