RENT: Giving In
Title: Giving In
Characters/Pairing: Roger/April
Word Count: 290
Rating: G
Summary: April wants to "desecrate" one of Roger's guitar picks. Roger's not having it. No, really.
Notes: Purgatory-verse, yay.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rent, Roger, or April. My girlfriend does have the guitar pick necklace from this fic.
It was not unusual for Roger to find April on his lap with little to no warning at all. Therefore, he was not surprised when she pounced on him, just shifted his notebook to the arm of the couch and glanced over at her with a faint smile. "Hi."
"Hey, baby," she chirped, grinning cheerfully at him.
Roger paused to finish scribbling a line in his notebook before looking over at her again. "What do you want?"
"Can I make one of your guitar picks into a necklace?"
He just frowned at her for a second before shaking his head. "No."
She tilted her head to the side, one eyebrow raised. "Why not?"
"Because... because I said so." There was a pause as she gave him a look he knew all too well, the look that clearly said that wasn't an acceptable answer, and at last he sighed and said, "Because they're my guitar picks, and I don't want you desecrating them to make a necklace."
"I can't just have one?"
"No."
"Okay then." She slid off his lap and walked back to the bedroom. Roger watched her go, and then shook his head and went back to writing.
*
Two days later, April found a necklace on her dresser - a guitar pick with a hole punched through it, a chain strung through the hole. She picked it up with a smile and bounded into the living room to sit on Roger's lap, as usual with no warning. Kissing him, she said softly against his lips, "Thank you."
"For what?" he asked, blatantly ignoring the chain still strung through her fingers.
April paused, and then laughed softly and kissed him again, winding her arms around his neck. "Never mind."
Characters/Pairing: Roger/April
Word Count: 290
Rating: G
Summary: April wants to "desecrate" one of Roger's guitar picks. Roger's not having it. No, really.
Notes: Purgatory-verse, yay.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rent, Roger, or April. My girlfriend does have the guitar pick necklace from this fic.
It was not unusual for Roger to find April on his lap with little to no warning at all. Therefore, he was not surprised when she pounced on him, just shifted his notebook to the arm of the couch and glanced over at her with a faint smile. "Hi."
"Hey, baby," she chirped, grinning cheerfully at him.
Roger paused to finish scribbling a line in his notebook before looking over at her again. "What do you want?"
"Can I make one of your guitar picks into a necklace?"
He just frowned at her for a second before shaking his head. "No."
She tilted her head to the side, one eyebrow raised. "Why not?"
"Because... because I said so." There was a pause as she gave him a look he knew all too well, the look that clearly said that wasn't an acceptable answer, and at last he sighed and said, "Because they're my guitar picks, and I don't want you desecrating them to make a necklace."
"I can't just have one?"
"No."
"Okay then." She slid off his lap and walked back to the bedroom. Roger watched her go, and then shook his head and went back to writing.
*
Two days later, April found a necklace on her dresser - a guitar pick with a hole punched through it, a chain strung through the hole. She picked it up with a smile and bounded into the living room to sit on Roger's lap, as usual with no warning. Kissing him, she said softly against his lips, "Thank you."
"For what?" he asked, blatantly ignoring the chain still strung through her fingers.
April paused, and then laughed softly and kissed him again, winding her arms around his neck. "Never mind."