Drabble: Our Hope for the Future (ADAD #5)
Title: Our Hope for the Future
Author: QWERTYfaced
Fandom: White Collar
Wordcount: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Mozzie, Theo Berrigan, Diana Berrigan
Genre: Drabble, gen, humor
Notes: For my A Drabble A Day personal challenge, and whitecollar100's Challenge 176 - Toes. Really, reve_silencieux, toes? You're nuts. :D Thank you!
Summary: Diana's desperate for a nanny, but she might not know what she's getting into.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. All characters and settings belong to their respective copyright holders, not me. Which is why I don't have a Bag of Holding yet.
The moment he heard Lady Suit's key in the lock, Mozzie switched gears, gently grasping one of Theo's tiny toes.
"This little piggy went to market..."
Diana looked in, smiled, and went to change her clothes.
Mozzie lowered his voice from the bright, slightly mad tones people seemed to feel were appropriate for talking to babies. He pointed up at the educational solar system mobile.
"Tomorrow," he whispered, "I'll tell you more about the 'moon landing' conspiracy to bring the techno-industrial hegemony to dominance."
Theo giggled and blinked at him.
Poor kid just didn't have the coordination to wink yet.
Author: QWERTYfaced
Fandom: White Collar
Wordcount: 100
Rating: G
Characters: Mozzie, Theo Berrigan, Diana Berrigan
Genre: Drabble, gen, humor
Notes: For my A Drabble A Day personal challenge, and whitecollar100's Challenge 176 - Toes. Really, reve_silencieux, toes? You're nuts. :D Thank you!
Summary: Diana's desperate for a nanny, but she might not know what she's getting into.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. All characters and settings belong to their respective copyright holders, not me. Which is why I don't have a Bag of Holding yet.
The moment he heard Lady Suit's key in the lock, Mozzie switched gears, gently grasping one of Theo's tiny toes.
"This little piggy went to market..."
Diana looked in, smiled, and went to change her clothes.
Mozzie lowered his voice from the bright, slightly mad tones people seemed to feel were appropriate for talking to babies. He pointed up at the educational solar system mobile.
"Tomorrow," he whispered, "I'll tell you more about the 'moon landing' conspiracy to bring the techno-industrial hegemony to dominance."
Theo giggled and blinked at him.
Poor kid just didn't have the coordination to wink yet.