One-shot with our lovely miss Jennifer. ^^
Title: Musings Over Laundry
Rating: It's innocent stuff. ^^
Summary: In which Yuuri's mother helps him sort out his feelings. Kind of stupid and seems mildly crack-ish, but it's hopefully cute.
This is cross-posted to a whole bunch of KKM comms, so look for it. :D
Yuuri always felt really awkward when he helped his mother do the laundry. For one thing, he was helping to fold ALL the laundry, with included unmentionables. For another thing, Jennifer was the kind of mother who liked to talk, and vent, and squeal as though she had daughters rather than sons. Which meant she wanted Yuuri to talk, and vent, and squeal, too. Especially about everyone in Shin Makoku, with major emphasis on Wolfram.
It only made sense, then, that the first words out of her mouth as she thrust half of the laundry pile at him were, “So, Yuu-chan, how’s that cute little fiancé of yours?”
Yuuri decided not to say anything concerning his aversion to calling Wolfram “cute” and simply replied, “Oh…Wolfram’s alright.”
“That’s wonderful to hear! So you two must be getting along well, then. When’s the wedding?” Yuuri sputtered, but Jennifer ignored it and went off on one of her usual fantastical tangents, disregarding the laundry in the process. “You know, your father, Shouri and I need to come a few days early, and we should probably pack suitcases so our nice, formal clothes don’t get wet. And the wedding gifts, too, of course; but I’ll have to know what Wolfram would like, too…” Her face lit up. “I know! I’ll pack you some condoms for the honeymoon!”
Yuuri’s face turned red. “MOM! I don’t think that’s really necessary; I mean, I don’t really plan on even marrying Wolfram!”
“Oh, silly Yuu-chan.” Jennifer laughed and returned to the laundry, bubbly as ever. “Of course you would have to plan on marrying Wolf-chan. After all, you did propose.”
“That was an accident, Mom…”
“Call me Mama, sweetie,” Jennifer replied.
Yuuri sighed. “You don’t get it. Wolfram’s a great person, and I really count on him as a friend, but I don’t think I could handle being married to him. We argue a lot, and he’s just so unpredictable sometimes; I never know when he’s going to start calling me a cheater or something. He drives me crazy.”
“You’re so much like your father like that, Yuu-chan. It must be very frustrating for poor Wolf-chan.” She started to hum to herself and placed the folded laundry in piles.
Yuuri blinked at her, very confused, and stopped in mid-fold on one of the towels. “Wait…what do you mean by that?”
Jennifer’s face lit up, and she went on in eagerness to explain. “You see, Yuu-chan, when your father really loves something, he falls into a routine with it. He likes to expect every little thing about it, to know it inside out. That’s what he did with me.” She giggled a little mischievously. Yuuri was still confused.
“But how can Dad possibly do that, Mom? I don’t think anyone could be able to expect every little thing about you…” He frowned deeply.
“He can’t!” Jennifer’s mischievous giggles turned into triumphant laughter. “That’s why we argued a lot in the earlier years of our marriage. Because I’m so unpredictable! I still drive your father crazy. But he can’t do a thing about it, because he loves me so much that he knows he’d be completely helpless without me around. And so that’s why I know he treasures all of our arguments, too, because they’re really part of our routine, and he’s come to accept that.” She looked at her son with bright, cheerful eyes. “Do you see what I mean, Yuu-chan?”
Yuuri stared at her blankly. “Not…really…”
Jennifer laughed again. “You really are like your father.”
Yuuri finished folding the towels as his mother pranced off to put things away. He sat there on the couch in silence, sorting things out in his head, and aloud.
“So…Dad argues with Mom because she drives him crazy.” He paused. “I argue with Wolfram because…he drives me crazy.” Another pause. Faint recognition appeared on his face, and he started to roll with it. “Dad clings to a routine with Mom, because he really loves her. But Mom’s unpredictable, so…she ends up just destroying the whole routine and…driving him crazy.” He paused again, blinking a few times. “Dad…routine…crazy…I still don’t…” He paused one final time, and then…Ding! The light bulb came on. “I do the same thing with Wolfram!”
The exuberant sound of his mother’s applause startled him off the couch. “There you go, Yuu-chan, I knew you’d get it! I wish your father were that smart; then he would have figured the same thing out years ago.” She hummed to herself cheerfully again and picked up the rest of the finished laundry. “You let me know when that wedding comes along!” she sang out as she scampered off again.
Yuuri scratched his head. “Okay, Mom…” Of course, he still wished he were a bit less slow. After all, he’d figured out now that he loved Wolfram…he just…wasn’t sure when he’d started.
Well, uh...tell me how this was...and if I should make that second one I was considering...I kinda just wanted to make a new spin on Yuuri discovering love for Wolfram. The angst was wearing me out...
Rating: It's innocent stuff. ^^
Summary: In which Yuuri's mother helps him sort out his feelings. Kind of stupid and seems mildly crack-ish, but it's hopefully cute.
This is cross-posted to a whole bunch of KKM comms, so look for it. :D
Yuuri always felt really awkward when he helped his mother do the laundry. For one thing, he was helping to fold ALL the laundry, with included unmentionables. For another thing, Jennifer was the kind of mother who liked to talk, and vent, and squeal as though she had daughters rather than sons. Which meant she wanted Yuuri to talk, and vent, and squeal, too. Especially about everyone in Shin Makoku, with major emphasis on Wolfram.
It only made sense, then, that the first words out of her mouth as she thrust half of the laundry pile at him were, “So, Yuu-chan, how’s that cute little fiancé of yours?”
Yuuri decided not to say anything concerning his aversion to calling Wolfram “cute” and simply replied, “Oh…Wolfram’s alright.”
“That’s wonderful to hear! So you two must be getting along well, then. When’s the wedding?” Yuuri sputtered, but Jennifer ignored it and went off on one of her usual fantastical tangents, disregarding the laundry in the process. “You know, your father, Shouri and I need to come a few days early, and we should probably pack suitcases so our nice, formal clothes don’t get wet. And the wedding gifts, too, of course; but I’ll have to know what Wolfram would like, too…” Her face lit up. “I know! I’ll pack you some condoms for the honeymoon!”
Yuuri’s face turned red. “MOM! I don’t think that’s really necessary; I mean, I don’t really plan on even marrying Wolfram!”
“Oh, silly Yuu-chan.” Jennifer laughed and returned to the laundry, bubbly as ever. “Of course you would have to plan on marrying Wolf-chan. After all, you did propose.”
“That was an accident, Mom…”
“Call me Mama, sweetie,” Jennifer replied.
Yuuri sighed. “You don’t get it. Wolfram’s a great person, and I really count on him as a friend, but I don’t think I could handle being married to him. We argue a lot, and he’s just so unpredictable sometimes; I never know when he’s going to start calling me a cheater or something. He drives me crazy.”
“You’re so much like your father like that, Yuu-chan. It must be very frustrating for poor Wolf-chan.” She started to hum to herself and placed the folded laundry in piles.
Yuuri blinked at her, very confused, and stopped in mid-fold on one of the towels. “Wait…what do you mean by that?”
Jennifer’s face lit up, and she went on in eagerness to explain. “You see, Yuu-chan, when your father really loves something, he falls into a routine with it. He likes to expect every little thing about it, to know it inside out. That’s what he did with me.” She giggled a little mischievously. Yuuri was still confused.
“But how can Dad possibly do that, Mom? I don’t think anyone could be able to expect every little thing about you…” He frowned deeply.
“He can’t!” Jennifer’s mischievous giggles turned into triumphant laughter. “That’s why we argued a lot in the earlier years of our marriage. Because I’m so unpredictable! I still drive your father crazy. But he can’t do a thing about it, because he loves me so much that he knows he’d be completely helpless without me around. And so that’s why I know he treasures all of our arguments, too, because they’re really part of our routine, and he’s come to accept that.” She looked at her son with bright, cheerful eyes. “Do you see what I mean, Yuu-chan?”
Yuuri stared at her blankly. “Not…really…”
Jennifer laughed again. “You really are like your father.”
Yuuri finished folding the towels as his mother pranced off to put things away. He sat there on the couch in silence, sorting things out in his head, and aloud.
“So…Dad argues with Mom because she drives him crazy.” He paused. “I argue with Wolfram because…he drives me crazy.” Another pause. Faint recognition appeared on his face, and he started to roll with it. “Dad clings to a routine with Mom, because he really loves her. But Mom’s unpredictable, so…she ends up just destroying the whole routine and…driving him crazy.” He paused again, blinking a few times. “Dad…routine…crazy…I still don’t…” He paused one final time, and then…Ding! The light bulb came on. “I do the same thing with Wolfram!”
The exuberant sound of his mother’s applause startled him off the couch. “There you go, Yuu-chan, I knew you’d get it! I wish your father were that smart; then he would have figured the same thing out years ago.” She hummed to herself cheerfully again and picked up the rest of the finished laundry. “You let me know when that wedding comes along!” she sang out as she scampered off again.
Yuuri scratched his head. “Okay, Mom…” Of course, he still wished he were a bit less slow. After all, he’d figured out now that he loved Wolfram…he just…wasn’t sure when he’d started.
Well, uh...tell me how this was...and if I should make that second one I was considering...I kinda just wanted to make a new spin on Yuuri discovering love for Wolfram. The angst was wearing me out...