Important Decision Making (Or, the Power of the Smirk) (#034-Mini-Van, Midou Ban x Kudo Himiko)
Title: Important Decision-Making (Or, the Power of the Smirk)
Fandom: Get Backers
Characters: Midou Ban x Kudo Himiko
Prompt: #034, Mini-van
Word Count: 314
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Set in the AU Universe I kinda built up for the Get Backers and Co. a few years back. Yes, frankly, I missed writing the kids. Though they don’t feature much here, haha. There is an allusion to the first fic in the series, though. See if you can spot it. :D
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Ban frowned. He was leaning forward, one hand propped up on one knee, the other hand scratching his head. He shoved up his shades, grumbling. His blue eyes were sparking annoyance, but they were cowed in the face of a smirk on a certain woman’s face.
Himiko rolled her eyes. “You’re going to say it’s expensive.”
The taunt prompted him to lose all fear of whatever sardonic expression was on her face and he shot a glare at her. “Whose idea was this?”
Himiko raised her hands in defense. “it was Natsumi who brought home the catalogue. But true, I was the one who said we should seriously consider it.” Beside her, the former waitress winced.
Ban grumbled again, then raised his voice. “Oi, Ginji. Our wives want something.”
His blond partner put down one hyperactive kid on the steps of the home, patted said kid’s spiky brown head and told him to wait, then bounded over, genki as ever. “What is it, Ban-chan?”
The other Get Backer gestured at the kitchen table and at the shiny, glossy pamphlets that showed mini-van after mini-van.
They looked at each other.
Then they looked at their household. One Midou Yamato, sprawled on the floor with paper and pencil in front of him, like he was writing some sort of essay. One Amano Teshichan, kneeling quietly beside her friend and observing, hands folded in her lap. The next-generation Ban and Ginji, the former having dragged the latter from his previous place on the stairs and now racing him up and down the flight. The youngest Midou toddler playing around his mother’s feet. Said mother with a smug, eyebrow-up expression. And a very pregnant, sheepish-looking Natsumi.
Himiko watched Ban’s facial expression change, smirking. “You see the point?”
Ginji gave a vigorous nod, and Himiko's husband finally grunted and jabbed a finger downwards. “Fine. We’ll get this one.”
-EnD-
Link to table prompt >> HERE<<
Fandom: Get Backers
Characters: Midou Ban x Kudo Himiko
Prompt: #034, Mini-van
Word Count: 314
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Set in the AU Universe I kinda built up for the Get Backers and Co. a few years back. Yes, frankly, I missed writing the kids. Though they don’t feature much here, haha. There is an allusion to the first fic in the series, though. See if you can spot it. :D
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Ban frowned. He was leaning forward, one hand propped up on one knee, the other hand scratching his head. He shoved up his shades, grumbling. His blue eyes were sparking annoyance, but they were cowed in the face of a smirk on a certain woman’s face.
Himiko rolled her eyes. “You’re going to say it’s expensive.”
The taunt prompted him to lose all fear of whatever sardonic expression was on her face and he shot a glare at her. “Whose idea was this?”
Himiko raised her hands in defense. “it was Natsumi who brought home the catalogue. But true, I was the one who said we should seriously consider it.” Beside her, the former waitress winced.
Ban grumbled again, then raised his voice. “Oi, Ginji. Our wives want something.”
His blond partner put down one hyperactive kid on the steps of the home, patted said kid’s spiky brown head and told him to wait, then bounded over, genki as ever. “What is it, Ban-chan?”
The other Get Backer gestured at the kitchen table and at the shiny, glossy pamphlets that showed mini-van after mini-van.
They looked at each other.
Then they looked at their household. One Midou Yamato, sprawled on the floor with paper and pencil in front of him, like he was writing some sort of essay. One Amano Teshichan, kneeling quietly beside her friend and observing, hands folded in her lap. The next-generation Ban and Ginji, the former having dragged the latter from his previous place on the stairs and now racing him up and down the flight. The youngest Midou toddler playing around his mother’s feet. Said mother with a smug, eyebrow-up expression. And a very pregnant, sheepish-looking Natsumi.
Himiko watched Ban’s facial expression change, smirking. “You see the point?”
Ginji gave a vigorous nod, and Himiko's husband finally grunted and jabbed a finger downwards. “Fine. We’ll get this one.”
-EnD-
Link to table prompt >> HERE<<