REQUEST TIME: SON OF PUZZLE
I know the fanworks meme is in full swing (and I'm actually working on a prompt for it that is slowly but surely turning into EPIC), so this might be a little bit redundant, but the last go-around was fun, so I thought I'd go again...
FIC REQUEST TIEM!Same basic rules apply: watch the ratings, watch out for pairings (because I know I'm in the ( Read more... )
FIC REQUEST TIEM!Same basic rules apply: watch the ratings, watch out for pairings (because I know I'm in the ( Read more... )
“Good heavens, are you two all right?” Layton asked, quickly stepping inside and closing the door before moving to their sides.
“…I feel like this happens a lot around here,” Luke muttered into a fold of Flora’s skirt on the ground. He had noticed it a lot. It was almost like someone was messing with them. Perhaps a higher being, or fate, or a deranged author of their destinies…
Wouldn’t it be hilarious if they really were just characters in some bizarre story?
…and if they were, did that mean that if he did something wrong or stupid, he could simply blame it on the Great Author? That would be keen. Especially since he wasn’t really very good with girls yet.
There was a tug on Luke’s hand, interrupting his ludicrous thoughts, and he was forced to remember that he and Flora were currently stuck to each other via a silly tube of colorful paper that refused to loose its hold on their index fingers. “Ah, Professor?” Flora said softly. He could almost hear the blush in her voice. “Do you know how to, um, remove this?”
To Luke’s amazement, there was a light chuckle above his head. “It’s really quite simple. Sit up, Luke.” After the boy had obeyed, Layton took careful hold of their wrists. “Now push your hands towards each other.”
They did so, and Layton reached between them and tugged at the finger trap. To the amazement of both of those who had been held in its terrible hold, it fell loose and they found themselves free.
“There is a bit of a trick to it,” Layton explained. “If you press in on it, you can see that it expands and loosens.” He held it out and demonstrated this to them.
Both Luke and Flora stared at it. Then Luke straightened, folded his arms, and stuck his nose in the air, and huffed, “Pfft. I knew that.”
His attitude turned into a squawk when an annoyed Flora grabbed a throw pillow from the nearby sofa and threw it at him, catching him squarely in the face and knocking him right on his back.
“…or maybe I didn’t know that?” he admitted sheepishly.
Flora glowered at him. “Much better.”
...WHY DO I FEEL SO DIRTY? XDD Anyway, here ya go~ Thanks for the request and your patience ^^;; *might write another one that actually uses a "knot" prompt if the idea goes om nom nom*
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