DRABBLE REQUEST TIEM!
Okay, I am bored. And inspiration-less. And I saw that awesomely awesome post that ptps did for art requests. So I thought mebbie to get the plunnies running again, I'd offer a drabble request.
Because me + drawing = you all go blind. So!
I AM OPEN FOR FIC REQUESTS!These will probably be short-fic, unless something really noms on me. Not putting a ( Read more... )
Because me + drawing = you all go blind. So!
I AM OPEN FOR FIC REQUESTS!These will probably be short-fic, unless something really noms on me. Not putting a ( Read more... )
It took Luke a moment of fumbling to find the right key (not that he had many keys on his little blue key ring, but his hands were a bit on the full side), but finally he selected the correct one and slid it into the lock. A twist of the wrist, and he heard a click, and pushed the door open. “I’m home…”
“Luke!” his mother immediately appeared in the kitchen doorway at the end of the hall, wiping her hands on her ever-present apron as she rushed towards him to wrap him up in a tight hug. “Oh, we missed you so much!” She drew back to look at him, her hands still firmly holding his shoulders. “How was your trip? What was happening in that town? Did the Professor take good care of you? How is he doing? Oh, he should have come inside to say hello, at least!”
“I think he’s a bit worn out after everything-“
“And oh, your schoolwork is all upstairs, you’ll want to get on that as soon as possible, no sense in you falling behind!” she went on in a rush. “You might be Professor Layton’s apprentice, but you need to keep on top of your regular studies. You have nothing if you don’t have that education!”
“Y-yes, Mum,” he said, sighing inwardly. This was more or less what he had expected. “Where’s Dad?”
“Oh, your father stepped out to run an errand,” she said, leading him towards the kitchen. “I forgot to buy something we need for dinner. He’ll be home soon. I know he’ll be thrilled to see you back safely.” And she had the bit in her teeth again, and she was off and running. “Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat, maybe? I could fix you something while we wait…”
“Mum!” he raised his voice a little to get her attention, then smiled brightly. “I’m fine, Mum. Honest. I’m just tired, that’s all.” He yawned, and was half pleased to find that he didn’t even have to fake it. “I think I’m going upstairs to my room. Call me for dinner, all right?”
She waved him towards the stairs with one final kiss to the cheek and a warning to get started on his schoolwork as soon as possible. Luke managed to not roll his eyes as he walked up the stairs. Mum certainly hadn’t changed in the few days he had been gone. Not that he had really expected her to, but it was the principle of the thing, really.
Comfort in the familiar.
Though it made him pause a bit when he realized that his new friend, Flora, really had no mother to come home to. It had to be hard knowing that your real mother was gone and you had been left with a robot made in her likeness to keep you company. And then to have your father die…
Suddenly, he almost wished he had stayed downstairs with his mother, if just for a few moments longer.
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