The Pub
Title: The Pub
Author: fullmetal_cute
Fandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/6. Gloomy
Character/Pairing: Angelo “Fuck You Chuck Austen” Espinosa, Zeke Starsmore
Rating: PG
Word Count: 263
Summary: Zeke can feel it in the air.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Part of my That Damn Mpreg saga.
Zeke gave Angelo a poisonous look as the Lantino mutant slid into the booth right across from him. “I don’t want to talk to you.”
Angelo folded his hands on the table and leaned forward slightly. “For someone trying to get his dad to accept the relationship he’s in, you could stand to be more tolerant of other people’s relationships.”
Zeke continued to glare, and he was sorely tempted to put the weight of his power behind the look. “If there was still a relationship going on between you and Da, Mum would have dropped a firecracker down your pants by now.”
“Good to know you realize it,” Angelo said. “So why all the hostility?”
Zeke rested his head against the back of the booth and closed his eyes briefly. “Because there’s something there, something that there aren’t words to describe, and it’s handing between you and Mum and Da. It’s right there, and it’s going to explode one day, and I don’t like it.”
Angelo steepled his fingers, his eyes narrowing. “Could you be a bit less vague?”
“I told you, there aren’t words to describe it.” Zeke made a face. “But I can feel it, and I know that it’s trouble. So why don’t you go on and leave me to have a pint in peace?”
Author: fullmetal_cute
Fandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 3/6. Gloomy
Character/Pairing: Angelo “Fuck You Chuck Austen” Espinosa, Zeke Starsmore
Rating: PG
Word Count: 263
Summary: Zeke can feel it in the air.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Part of my That Damn Mpreg saga.
Zeke gave Angelo a poisonous look as the Lantino mutant slid into the booth right across from him. “I don’t want to talk to you.”
Angelo folded his hands on the table and leaned forward slightly. “For someone trying to get his dad to accept the relationship he’s in, you could stand to be more tolerant of other people’s relationships.”
Zeke continued to glare, and he was sorely tempted to put the weight of his power behind the look. “If there was still a relationship going on between you and Da, Mum would have dropped a firecracker down your pants by now.”
“Good to know you realize it,” Angelo said. “So why all the hostility?”
Zeke rested his head against the back of the booth and closed his eyes briefly. “Because there’s something there, something that there aren’t words to describe, and it’s handing between you and Mum and Da. It’s right there, and it’s going to explode one day, and I don’t like it.”
Angelo steepled his fingers, his eyes narrowing. “Could you be a bit less vague?”
“I told you, there aren’t words to describe it.” Zeke made a face. “But I can feel it, and I know that it’s trouble. So why don’t you go on and leave me to have a pint in peace?”