F: Clumsy
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Tracey's really gotten to hate that voice. For baf100.
"You scared, Tracey?"
He's really gotten to hate that voice. The slow, lazy drawl of it and the cocksure arrogance behind the words. He doesn't bother to weigh up the options -- better to speak or stay silent? -- just answers. "No."
"Should be. You ain't even gonna pass out of basic."
The hot flush of anger and embarrassment is simply par for the course nowadays. Tracey settles back and shrugs slightly, eating his dinner quickly before they get the idea to take it. "Maybe not."
"Too chicken to face the war?"
He focuses on his food. It's not that. He's just... clumsy.
"Whatever," he mumbles.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Tracey's really gotten to hate that voice. For baf100.
"You scared, Tracey?"
He's really gotten to hate that voice. The slow, lazy drawl of it and the cocksure arrogance behind the words. He doesn't bother to weigh up the options -- better to speak or stay silent? -- just answers. "No."
"Should be. You ain't even gonna pass out of basic."
The hot flush of anger and embarrassment is simply par for the course nowadays. Tracey settles back and shrugs slightly, eating his dinner quickly before they get the idea to take it. "Maybe not."
"Too chicken to face the war?"
He focuses on his food. It's not that. He's just... clumsy.
"Whatever," he mumbles.