#002 - Lazy Drift (DCU. Skeets, Booster Gold)
Title: Lazy Drift
Fandom: DCU -- Booster Gold
Character(s): Skeets, Booster Gold
Rating: G
Word count: 173
Warnings: None
Challenge: #002 - Fingers
Skeets zooms about lazily on a Sunday afternoon, drifting overhead as Doctor Hunter tangled with the innards of his complex computer system and Rani colored gold and blue ponies flying in the sky. He zips around a corner to find Booster lounging on the battered sofa, flipping slowly through a glossy magazine. Skeets loops a few times within reach, slow and curious, scanning the images to process for more information.
Booster reaches up, long fingers splayed, to run along the hull of Skeet's shell as he floats past. "Hey, pal," Booster says drowsily, a small smile playing on his lips even as he doesn't bother to look up.
It makes a warm feeling in his circuits, if he could he could actually feel such a thing, and he turns to putter past again, bumping the back of Booster's fingers so his knuckles drag gently against the smooth surface of his shell. Booster hums a laugh, soft and lazy, and moves aside a stack of newspapers to give his friend a place to land.
Fandom: DCU -- Booster Gold
Character(s): Skeets, Booster Gold
Rating: G
Word count: 173
Warnings: None
Challenge: #002 - Fingers
Skeets zooms about lazily on a Sunday afternoon, drifting overhead as Doctor Hunter tangled with the innards of his complex computer system and Rani colored gold and blue ponies flying in the sky. He zips around a corner to find Booster lounging on the battered sofa, flipping slowly through a glossy magazine. Skeets loops a few times within reach, slow and curious, scanning the images to process for more information.
Booster reaches up, long fingers splayed, to run along the hull of Skeet's shell as he floats past. "Hey, pal," Booster says drowsily, a small smile playing on his lips even as he doesn't bother to look up.
It makes a warm feeling in his circuits, if he could he could actually feel such a thing, and he turns to putter past again, bumping the back of Booster's fingers so his knuckles drag gently against the smooth surface of his shell. Booster hums a laugh, soft and lazy, and moves aside a stack of newspapers to give his friend a place to land.