Amends
Title: Amends
Fandom: fullmetal-cute
Characters: Jono, Amber
Prompt: 50. Hopeful
Word Count: 333
Rating: PG
Summary: Jono’s trying to make up for being an ass to her before.
Author's Notes: I own nothing at all.
“Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”
Amber raised her eyes only slightly from the book she was reading and started to say her usual rebuff of I’m not in to mutant groupies when she noted the grey skin and blue lips. The color was too even, too real to be make up. She closed the book and draped an arm over the back of her chair, smiling slightly. “I suppose,” she drawled, gesturing to the seat on the other side of the table.
He sat down, waving to one of the overworked waitresses, a girl who probably wasn’t even twenty yet in a canary yellow uniform. “Thanks, love.”
“You’re English?” Amber guessed, noting both the words and the accent, which while not exactly heavy still flavored the grey-skinned man’s words. He nodded, and she went on, “I knew an English guy when I was a freshman in collage.”
The grey skinned man cleared his throat, looking slightly sheepish. “Yeah. I wanted to apologize.”
Amber stared blankly at the man for a good few moments as their waitress was kidnapped by another table. “Jono?” She leaned forward, studying the blue lipped face. He helpfully wrapped his scarf around the lower half of his face, raising his eyebrows in a kind of ‘See?’ expression. “Oh my God!”
Jono let the scarf drop back around his shoulders.
“What are you doing here?” Amber demanded. “What happened to your face?”
“I’m buying you coffee,” Jono said, “and that is a long, strange story.”
Amber ran her hand over her elongated, green skinned head. “I’ve got some time to listen, if you’re buying the coffee. And some pie, I think. I could use some pie.”
Jono gave her a hopeful smile. “If that’s what you want.”
Fandom: fullmetal-cute
Characters: Jono, Amber
Prompt: 50. Hopeful
Word Count: 333
Rating: PG
Summary: Jono’s trying to make up for being an ass to her before.
Author's Notes: I own nothing at all.
“Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”
Amber raised her eyes only slightly from the book she was reading and started to say her usual rebuff of I’m not in to mutant groupies when she noted the grey skin and blue lips. The color was too even, too real to be make up. She closed the book and draped an arm over the back of her chair, smiling slightly. “I suppose,” she drawled, gesturing to the seat on the other side of the table.
He sat down, waving to one of the overworked waitresses, a girl who probably wasn’t even twenty yet in a canary yellow uniform. “Thanks, love.”
“You’re English?” Amber guessed, noting both the words and the accent, which while not exactly heavy still flavored the grey-skinned man’s words. He nodded, and she went on, “I knew an English guy when I was a freshman in collage.”
The grey skinned man cleared his throat, looking slightly sheepish. “Yeah. I wanted to apologize.”
Amber stared blankly at the man for a good few moments as their waitress was kidnapped by another table. “Jono?” She leaned forward, studying the blue lipped face. He helpfully wrapped his scarf around the lower half of his face, raising his eyebrows in a kind of ‘See?’ expression. “Oh my God!”
Jono let the scarf drop back around his shoulders.
“What are you doing here?” Amber demanded. “What happened to your face?”
“I’m buying you coffee,” Jono said, “and that is a long, strange story.”
Amber ran her hand over her elongated, green skinned head. “I’ve got some time to listen, if you’re buying the coffee. And some pie, I think. I could use some pie.”
Jono gave her a hopeful smile. “If that’s what you want.”