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Prompt: Cliché (2/2)printfogeyMay 14 2011, 21:40:51 UTC
After minutes of walking - long, quiet, lovely, embarrassingly happy minutes - Robin sighs as she leans into him again. "Excellent idea," she murmurs. "Not only does the umbrella cover most of our faces, but it's also a great cover, to appear as a dorky, lovey-dovey couple."
Franky's face falls, but he rallies quickly enough. He realises he must have half expected something like this. It had been much too easy. "Y-yeah, exactly." He laughs weakly. "'Course, no-one would expect people like us to act like that!"
Her gaze turns softer and more distant, as she looks out at the green trees flanking the avenue. "And it is... a little fun," she admits. "To do something young fools are expected to do. I never really had the chance to in the rightful time." She shrugs at that, keeping a firm but by no means unpleasant grip on his arm.
Franky scratches his scalp. "I had a few crushes, but never really got up my nerve to do anything about them, back then," he says. He's relieved to hear his voice steady again, and goes on, "Uh... so, are we heading back to the ship or not -" then stops abruptly as she blooms a few extra arms that push his head down to meet her lips. She kisses him vigorously, then grabs the umbrella and - what?? - tosses it away, letting the rain wash down on them.
"I just saw that the umbrella is faulty. It leaks, you know," she says in a low tone. Franky's noted no such thing. "Guess we'll have to stay in this inn for sometime so we won't get drenched," she continues, gently nudging him towards the nearest entrance. Franky glances up to see the sign of an inn.
He feels like a schoolboy again as a dumb blush spreads over his face. "H-heh. You know, I bet it's gonna rain down for hours..." he manages in a hoarse tone, "we might as well get comfy for a while."
She nods enthusiastically. "I thought so, too."
Franky draws in breath and squares his shoulder. "Then let's go in, babe," he says, holding the door up for her. He has a strong sense it won't be the last time she'll surprise him before this day is through. But when all's said and done, he doesn't feel too unhappy about that.
Edit: Oh, right, I forgot! New prompt: Shade/shadow. I picked that for a comm once, but nothing wrong with picking it again, I hope! (So I was out of ideas...^_^)
Re: Prompt: Cliché (2/2)printfogeyMay 20 2011, 05:00:30 UTC
That's a relief. I was worried I'd overdone the clichéness. ^_^ Was surprisingly hard to fill the prompt - I tried more satirical stuff but it didn't really work (and mostly came out like thinly veiled and not-very-funny bashing of certain other shonen comics).
Franky's face falls, but he rallies quickly enough. He realises he must have half expected something like this. It had been much too easy. "Y-yeah, exactly." He laughs weakly. "'Course, no-one would expect people like us to act like that!"
Her gaze turns softer and more distant, as she looks out at the green trees flanking the avenue. "And it is... a little fun," she admits. "To do something young fools are expected to do. I never really had the chance to in the rightful time." She shrugs at that, keeping a firm but by no means unpleasant grip on his arm.
Franky scratches his scalp. "I had a few crushes, but never really got up my nerve to do anything about them, back then," he says. He's relieved to hear his voice steady again, and goes on, "Uh... so, are we heading back to the ship or not -" then stops abruptly as she blooms a few extra arms that push his head down to meet her lips. She kisses him vigorously, then grabs the umbrella and - what?? - tosses it away, letting the rain wash down on them.
"I just saw that the umbrella is faulty. It leaks, you know," she says in a low tone. Franky's noted no such thing. "Guess we'll have to stay in this inn for sometime so we won't get drenched," she continues, gently nudging him towards the nearest entrance. Franky glances up to see the sign of an inn.
He feels like a schoolboy again as a dumb blush spreads over his face. "H-heh. You know, I bet it's gonna rain down for hours..." he manages in a hoarse tone, "we might as well get comfy for a while."
She nods enthusiastically. "I thought so, too."
Franky draws in breath and squares his shoulder. "Then let's go in, babe," he says, holding the door up for her. He has a strong sense it won't be the last time she'll surprise him before this day is through. But when all's said and done, he doesn't feel too unhappy about that.
Edit: Oh, right, I forgot! New prompt: Shade/shadow. I picked that for a comm once, but nothing wrong with picking it again, I hope! (So I was out of ideas...^_^)
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