Day 18: "BYOB" (Fables,Grasshopper, Ants, PG13)
Title: BYOB (That would be, 'Bring your own booty.' Or something)
Fandom: ...Fables?
Characters: Some ants. A grasshopper
Rating: PG13
Words: ~650
A/N: Typo commentary all still good.
BYOB
The cool spring weather was perfect, and Geb leaned back, one long foreleg cradling his head. He looked up, blowing out a deep breath as he reached down with his other hand. His middle legs balanced him on the narrow hammock, and his rear legs spread apart as he stroked.
Around him, the ants occasionally stopped to gawk as they scurried along their prescribed path back and forth, carrying ridiculous burdens over and over, but mostly they ignored him.
He kind of liked it when they stopped.
"Geb!"
That was Amory, calling him out (again) for his sloth. The insect spent a seriously ridiculous amount of time worrying about him as he worked his antennae to the chitin all spring and summer. Idiot.
Geb went back to stroking himself, grinning slightly as Amory approached anyway.
"Yes?" he finally drawled.
"Honestly, I think you really ought to get started," Amory said.
Geb nodded. "I know."
"You're going to wind up with nothing!"
"I have plenty of time," Geb said. "It's spring! The time when a young grasshopper's heart turned--"
"Yes, yes, I know. And I don't mean to say you shouldn't have a moment's fun, but Geb, all you do is, well, that." Amory pointed.
"You ought to try it," Geb said with a smirk. "You'd be a whole lot more relaxed."
Amory shook his head and trundled back to the milling path of his workers, hefting, once again, a crumb roughly the side of Geb's thorax.
--
"Geb?"
"Please." Geb stretched languidly in the summer heat, enjoying the warm sun on his belly as he stroked himself again. "I know. Gather, save, panic. Blah, blah, blah."
Amory didn't even set down the crumb, which was at least four times as big as Geb's thorax this time. He just shook his head and went on by.
--
It was nice to warm up a bit, the friction of his front foot as he rubbed warming him, and the effort warming him further.
A leaf fell on him just as he was finishing up--convenient--and he yawned and turned over, using the still-soft thing as a blanket. He did like a nice nap, after.
He saw Amory going by as he closed his eyes, but he didn't respond to his name.
--
"Amory?"
Geb stood outside the front of the anthill, rubbing at his arms and dancing from foot to foot. The first frost had come unaccountably early, and he was totally unprepared. He leaned forward. He could hear them in there. It sounded like a party.
"Amory!"
Finally, just as he was about to turn to ice, a kid's head poked out. He was barely past the pupa stage. "Yeah?"
"I was looking for Amory."
"Yeah, well. Frost came, and it's party time, dude. He's got the queen and maybe 137or so others in attending to his every need, man. Think you're gonna have to wait your turn."
"What? Attending to his every--"
"Chill, big dude. It's the way we ride in here. Work it all summer, lie back all winter. More you bring in, more of the others feelin' grateful, you get me?"
Geb grimaced. "I don't suppose he'd like one more appreciator?"
The kid looked him up and down. "Dunno. What can you do?"
Geb wasn't sure what he was getting himself into, but he was both hungry and really damn cold, so he answered, "Anything he wants."
The kid smirked and widened the opening, then waved him in. "Nuestra casa, su casa, dude. Kitchen's that way, you want something. Nesting chambers're down the tunnel." He examined him again. "Actually, dude, totally go get a bite--or some liquid courage. I think we got to widen the tunnel for you. I hope you're worth it." He turned to a couple of watching youngsters. "I call first go after Amory."
The youngsters nodded seriously, and Geb groaned. He probably should have paid better attention to the passage of time.
Fandom: ...Fables?
Characters: Some ants. A grasshopper
Rating: PG13
Words: ~650
A/N: Typo commentary all still good.
BYOB
The cool spring weather was perfect, and Geb leaned back, one long foreleg cradling his head. He looked up, blowing out a deep breath as he reached down with his other hand. His middle legs balanced him on the narrow hammock, and his rear legs spread apart as he stroked.
Around him, the ants occasionally stopped to gawk as they scurried along their prescribed path back and forth, carrying ridiculous burdens over and over, but mostly they ignored him.
He kind of liked it when they stopped.
"Geb!"
That was Amory, calling him out (again) for his sloth. The insect spent a seriously ridiculous amount of time worrying about him as he worked his antennae to the chitin all spring and summer. Idiot.
Geb went back to stroking himself, grinning slightly as Amory approached anyway.
"Yes?" he finally drawled.
"Honestly, I think you really ought to get started," Amory said.
Geb nodded. "I know."
"You're going to wind up with nothing!"
"I have plenty of time," Geb said. "It's spring! The time when a young grasshopper's heart turned--"
"Yes, yes, I know. And I don't mean to say you shouldn't have a moment's fun, but Geb, all you do is, well, that." Amory pointed.
"You ought to try it," Geb said with a smirk. "You'd be a whole lot more relaxed."
Amory shook his head and trundled back to the milling path of his workers, hefting, once again, a crumb roughly the side of Geb's thorax.
--
"Geb?"
"Please." Geb stretched languidly in the summer heat, enjoying the warm sun on his belly as he stroked himself again. "I know. Gather, save, panic. Blah, blah, blah."
Amory didn't even set down the crumb, which was at least four times as big as Geb's thorax this time. He just shook his head and went on by.
--
It was nice to warm up a bit, the friction of his front foot as he rubbed warming him, and the effort warming him further.
A leaf fell on him just as he was finishing up--convenient--and he yawned and turned over, using the still-soft thing as a blanket. He did like a nice nap, after.
He saw Amory going by as he closed his eyes, but he didn't respond to his name.
--
"Amory?"
Geb stood outside the front of the anthill, rubbing at his arms and dancing from foot to foot. The first frost had come unaccountably early, and he was totally unprepared. He leaned forward. He could hear them in there. It sounded like a party.
"Amory!"
Finally, just as he was about to turn to ice, a kid's head poked out. He was barely past the pupa stage. "Yeah?"
"I was looking for Amory."
"Yeah, well. Frost came, and it's party time, dude. He's got the queen and maybe 137or so others in attending to his every need, man. Think you're gonna have to wait your turn."
"What? Attending to his every--"
"Chill, big dude. It's the way we ride in here. Work it all summer, lie back all winter. More you bring in, more of the others feelin' grateful, you get me?"
Geb grimaced. "I don't suppose he'd like one more appreciator?"
The kid looked him up and down. "Dunno. What can you do?"
Geb wasn't sure what he was getting himself into, but he was both hungry and really damn cold, so he answered, "Anything he wants."
The kid smirked and widened the opening, then waved him in. "Nuestra casa, su casa, dude. Kitchen's that way, you want something. Nesting chambers're down the tunnel." He examined him again. "Actually, dude, totally go get a bite--or some liquid courage. I think we got to widen the tunnel for you. I hope you're worth it." He turned to a couple of watching youngsters. "I call first go after Amory."
The youngsters nodded seriously, and Geb groaned. He probably should have paid better attention to the passage of time.