Drabble for Museteasers Prompt #2006
museteasers prompt: cutting edge
A quick drabble of Gareth and Wyle, the lead characters in the story I'm currently writing. This is actually the first time I've written them when they're already close, though this scene likely won't appear in the story. ^^;
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"Watch this."
Gareth looked up from the hover-engine parts he'd been organizing to see Wyle execute a barrel roll. He rolled his eyes, lips quirking upward in a smile as he said, "Wyle, if you do that again I'm going to ask Derek to de-mod your hover-chair. You could fall out and crack your head on the floor."
Wyle settled down next to Gareth with a pout. "Aw, come on, Reth. My hover-chair is bleeding edge---no one else can do a barrel roll like that! Besides, I'm not stupid; I've got a seatbelt on."
"Better yet, forget about hover-chairs," continued Gareth, ignoring Wyle's reply. He sent the parts bins hovering back to their places with a gesture. "Let's replace your hover-chair with one of those antique wheelchairs. I think I saw one at the back, next to the vintage land-car engines."
Wyle's eyes unfocused as he checked his eyescreen, then went wide with shock. "You're kidding me, right? Those things don't even have engines! You'd have to push me everywhere!"
"I already have to accompany you everywhere, so that's not a problem." Gareth grinned. "Though I think the kind we've got has handles on the wheels; you can push yourself."
Wyle glared. "Don't you dare."
Gareth glared back. "Don't do that again."
"Oh yeah?" Wyle's hover-chair lifted up and executed another barrel roll, more haphazard than the last one. Wyle whooped as he landed.
"You asked for it," said Gareth, stalking out of the storage room as Wyle blew a raspberry behind his back.
* * *
"How do you like your new chair?" said Gareth cheerily as he hefted a gutted hover-engine onto a hover-platform. "I got those padded gloves for a discount at the sports shop my friend works at, by the way."
Wyle let loose a string of curses as he bumped into the wall behind him for the third time. "How the fuck did people get around in these things 50 years ago? It's impossible!"
"Come on, Wyle. That wheelchair was 'bleeding edge' for its time, too."
Wyle scowled as Gareth winked. "Don't worry, you can have your hover-chair back by tomorrow." Just as Wyle's scowl started to dissolve into relief, Gareth added, "Derek should be finished de-modding it by then."
Gareth chuckled as Wyle screamed, "GARETH!" and let loose another string of curses.
A quick drabble of Gareth and Wyle, the lead characters in the story I'm currently writing. This is actually the first time I've written them when they're already close, though this scene likely won't appear in the story. ^^;
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"Watch this."
Gareth looked up from the hover-engine parts he'd been organizing to see Wyle execute a barrel roll. He rolled his eyes, lips quirking upward in a smile as he said, "Wyle, if you do that again I'm going to ask Derek to de-mod your hover-chair. You could fall out and crack your head on the floor."
Wyle settled down next to Gareth with a pout. "Aw, come on, Reth. My hover-chair is bleeding edge---no one else can do a barrel roll like that! Besides, I'm not stupid; I've got a seatbelt on."
"Better yet, forget about hover-chairs," continued Gareth, ignoring Wyle's reply. He sent the parts bins hovering back to their places with a gesture. "Let's replace your hover-chair with one of those antique wheelchairs. I think I saw one at the back, next to the vintage land-car engines."
Wyle's eyes unfocused as he checked his eyescreen, then went wide with shock. "You're kidding me, right? Those things don't even have engines! You'd have to push me everywhere!"
"I already have to accompany you everywhere, so that's not a problem." Gareth grinned. "Though I think the kind we've got has handles on the wheels; you can push yourself."
Wyle glared. "Don't you dare."
Gareth glared back. "Don't do that again."
"Oh yeah?" Wyle's hover-chair lifted up and executed another barrel roll, more haphazard than the last one. Wyle whooped as he landed.
"You asked for it," said Gareth, stalking out of the storage room as Wyle blew a raspberry behind his back.
* * *
"How do you like your new chair?" said Gareth cheerily as he hefted a gutted hover-engine onto a hover-platform. "I got those padded gloves for a discount at the sports shop my friend works at, by the way."
Wyle let loose a string of curses as he bumped into the wall behind him for the third time. "How the fuck did people get around in these things 50 years ago? It's impossible!"
"Come on, Wyle. That wheelchair was 'bleeding edge' for its time, too."
Wyle scowled as Gareth winked. "Don't worry, you can have your hover-chair back by tomorrow." Just as Wyle's scowl started to dissolve into relief, Gareth added, "Derek should be finished de-modding it by then."
Gareth chuckled as Wyle screamed, "GARETH!" and let loose another string of curses.