11 - Off the Scale
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Here are the basic rules again:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the ( Read more... )
“He'll be around at the weekend,” Peter says.
“And at least he can still get through the door,” George says, still wrapped around the stuffed toy. “I suppose we'll just go to his more often when that becomes unworkable, but the state of his own place....Who knew dragons went through a studenty stage?” They catch each other's eyes and shudder in concert.
“Still,” Peter says, “it could be worse. Remember the hoard he made as an adolescent?” George nods, conceding the point, though they both know they can still only just make themselves take things back out of the messy pile of lesser-used metal objects in Jasper's old room, the dragon-equivalent of a scruffy teenager's pile of clothes on the floor.
“It is something to have the full use of my own cufflinks back,” George concedes. “And not to have to worry about whether the can-opener's in the kitchen or not. Especially when dragons instinctively get all bent out of shape about anything being taken out of their hoards.”
“Not to mention the delicate matter of retrieving metal objects of a more... intimate nature.”
“It's rough being a parent.” They grin, hugging across the stuffed toy dragon.
“The time he set fire to large parts of your office...”
“The time he singed Ed Balls' eyebrows in the middle of Treasury Questions....”
“Bercow was furious about that.”
“And Jasper's attitude when he went in to see him about it hardly helped matters...”
“I suppose there's something to be said for an empty nest, too,” George says, kissing Peter, but still hugging the stuffed toy to him. “Even so...”
“I know.”
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“So what's for dinner?” Jasper says, rearing up to hug his front paws round first one dad, then the other. “And don't look at me like that. If I were human, you'd be looking at piles of dirty laundry being brought back with me, too.”
“Meat feast,” Peter says. “And we got extra charcoal, we know the kind you like.”
“Brilliant!” Jasper says, slumping down onto the couch.
“Posture, dear boy,” Peter remonstrates. “Less of the dangling your legs over the side.” Jasper just grins in return, and Peter, giving in, pets his head, scratching behind his ears and in between the small horns.
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I wasn't badly prepared for what going into politics would entail, overall, George thinks, as they exchange news over dinner, but I hadn't expected it to involve my getting this invested in gossip about the internal affairs of dragons and their occasional human interactions (“And then I pointed out he was on my territory, and he said yeah, what of it, and I was like dude, remember what happened last time, and he backed down like a wimp, and by the way, Peter, thanks for the tips on the Kazakh government, they've been a lot more cooperative lately.”).
He makes another vague attempt with the salad, waving the bowl in an inviting way, but Jasper gives it his usual look of withering contempt (“That's not food, that's what food eats”), and George, sighing, reflects that his own views are not that far off, though he hadn't expected to start worrying about vitamins and other such sandal-wearing nonsense till he became a dragon-dad. Then again, he reflects, I hadn't expected to shack up with the Prince of Darkness, either. Good thing I'm adaptable.
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“Mind if I bring someone next time?” Jasper says, later, as they're relaxing in the living-room after dinner. (“We made a tea drinker of him after all,” thinks Peter, feeling oddly proud at the cup held in Jasper's front paw.)
“Sure,” George says, having exchanged a quick look with Peter. “Anything you want to tell us in the meantime, though?”
“You'll see,” Jasper says, stretching. Peter determinedly elbows aside a mental image of a particularly sheepish looking Ed Miliband, fiery egg held between his hands (“I know I've said some things, but I really need your help, Peter. She was just a little old Russian lady, and she never explained anything, just handed it over, then grinned and nodded a lot, and how could I refuse?”). Time enough to worry next weekend if I have to, he figures.
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I saw the link and after following Jasper avidly last time, practically flew here. Now I'm smiling so much. George with a stuffed dragon and his cufflinks back. :D
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