Prompt 331: Flowers || "Buttercream"
Title: Buttercream
Author: capnhoozits
Series: Brotherhood/Manga, I guess
Word Count: 527
Rating: T
Characters: Kimblee and Lust
Summary: Another installment of my FullMeta!Alchemist series.
Author's note: I was actually totally sober when I wrote this.
Disclaimer: I do this for love, not money.
Solf looked up. There was pink icing on the ceiling.
“There’s pink icing on the ceiling,” he remarked.
Lust lifted her head from the stainless steel island counter in the middle of the kitchen at the rear of Lusty’s Nuts Purveyors of Doughnuts Coffee and Confections. Solf had argued that tacking Confections onto a sign that already said Doughnuts was redundant. Lust slapped him.
Anyway, not only was there pink icing on the ceiling, there was pink icing in her hair, on her right cheek, and in her cleavage. In front of her was a sheet cake adorned with beautiful icing roses and leaves and a rude message scrawled across it with yet more pink icing.
Lust blinked blearily and looked up. She giggled with the insipid mirth of the sleep-deprived. “Wow.”
She laid her head back down on the counter.
Solf considered the cake and the physically impossible action that the icing message exhorted the reader to do to themselves. Then it said Oh Yeah. Happy Birthday Dickwad. “Is somebody paying money for this?”
Between Lust and her siblings eating everything, this enterprise ran at a loss half the time. Then Big Daddy would come around and point his beard at the spreadsheet and inquire as to why his little snookums wasn’t taking good enough care of his little gifty-wifty because if she didn’t he’d give it to someone else to run who could tell their ass from a doughnut hole.
So Lust got sniffy and stormed out. That was a couple of days ago. One of those ugly family scenes that made Solf’s skin crawl because of course she had to drag him along with.
“I’ll show that ancient turd how to run a business!” she fumed.
That sounded like teaching your grandmother how to crochet an afghan, but Solf didn’t say so out loud.
Still…
“Lust, honey,” Solf said, “I gotta say, those are some wicked awesome icing roses.”
Lust’s head sprang up. “Are they really? Do you really think so?”
“Hell, yeah. I had no idea you could do that.”
Lust pointed to a laptop further down the counter. It, too, was plastered with pink icing. “I learned off youtube!”
Solf was pretty sure that laptop was now compromised. “What a century, huh?”
Lust’s head was apparently too heavily weighted down with icing and profound thoughts so she laid it back down on the counter. “I was up all night.”
“I wondered.” The only message Solf got was a note pinned to his pillow with a stiletto telling him to not wait up. “Although I’m thinking maybe the sentiment you wrote on there won’t fly. Unless,” he added on second thought, “that’s the message they wanted.” That was always a possibility.
“Nah.” Lust yawned and cradled her head in her folded arms. “That’s just for practice. It’s for Wrath. It’s his birthday tomorrow.”
“Oh.” Solf chuckled. “Well, then, this is the most perfect cake I’ve ever seen.” He pointed to the very bad word writ large in the middle, the one between GO and YOURSELF. “Can I have that piece?”
Lust smiled sleepily. She didn’t even have to look. She knew him that well. “Sure, sweetie.”
Author: capnhoozits
Series: Brotherhood/Manga, I guess
Word Count: 527
Rating: T
Characters: Kimblee and Lust
Summary: Another installment of my FullMeta!Alchemist series.
Author's note: I was actually totally sober when I wrote this.
Disclaimer: I do this for love, not money.
Solf looked up. There was pink icing on the ceiling.
“There’s pink icing on the ceiling,” he remarked.
Lust lifted her head from the stainless steel island counter in the middle of the kitchen at the rear of Lusty’s Nuts Purveyors of Doughnuts Coffee and Confections. Solf had argued that tacking Confections onto a sign that already said Doughnuts was redundant. Lust slapped him.
Anyway, not only was there pink icing on the ceiling, there was pink icing in her hair, on her right cheek, and in her cleavage. In front of her was a sheet cake adorned with beautiful icing roses and leaves and a rude message scrawled across it with yet more pink icing.
Lust blinked blearily and looked up. She giggled with the insipid mirth of the sleep-deprived. “Wow.”
She laid her head back down on the counter.
Solf considered the cake and the physically impossible action that the icing message exhorted the reader to do to themselves. Then it said Oh Yeah. Happy Birthday Dickwad. “Is somebody paying money for this?”
Between Lust and her siblings eating everything, this enterprise ran at a loss half the time. Then Big Daddy would come around and point his beard at the spreadsheet and inquire as to why his little snookums wasn’t taking good enough care of his little gifty-wifty because if she didn’t he’d give it to someone else to run who could tell their ass from a doughnut hole.
So Lust got sniffy and stormed out. That was a couple of days ago. One of those ugly family scenes that made Solf’s skin crawl because of course she had to drag him along with.
“I’ll show that ancient turd how to run a business!” she fumed.
That sounded like teaching your grandmother how to crochet an afghan, but Solf didn’t say so out loud.
Still…
“Lust, honey,” Solf said, “I gotta say, those are some wicked awesome icing roses.”
Lust’s head sprang up. “Are they really? Do you really think so?”
“Hell, yeah. I had no idea you could do that.”
Lust pointed to a laptop further down the counter. It, too, was plastered with pink icing. “I learned off youtube!”
Solf was pretty sure that laptop was now compromised. “What a century, huh?”
Lust’s head was apparently too heavily weighted down with icing and profound thoughts so she laid it back down on the counter. “I was up all night.”
“I wondered.” The only message Solf got was a note pinned to his pillow with a stiletto telling him to not wait up. “Although I’m thinking maybe the sentiment you wrote on there won’t fly. Unless,” he added on second thought, “that’s the message they wanted.” That was always a possibility.
“Nah.” Lust yawned and cradled her head in her folded arms. “That’s just for practice. It’s for Wrath. It’s his birthday tomorrow.”
“Oh.” Solf chuckled. “Well, then, this is the most perfect cake I’ve ever seen.” He pointed to the very bad word writ large in the middle, the one between GO and YOURSELF. “Can I have that piece?”
Lust smiled sleepily. She didn’t even have to look. She knew him that well. “Sure, sweetie.”