World: Underhill Prompt: Routine
World: Underhill
Author: Mousie
Rating: PG/PG-13 (for one f-bomb)
Challenge: Vanilla #27: Routine
Extra: NA
Word Count: 432
AN: Double! Finally! I love this guy and he finally gets a prompt all to hisself. And it's real short. *pout* You'll get another story soon, D. Promise.
Double was a creature of habit. It was important. Maybe it was just another part of whatever it was that made him repeat his words over and over making itself known, but the routine could not be messed with. Every day he woke up at four in the morning and bathed, always getting out after twenty-three minutes whether he was technically finished or not. Then he put in each of his piercings, first all the ones in his ears, then the two in his eyebrow, then the one in his nose and the one in his lip.
The piercings, incidentally enough, had come about because of the routine as well. Shortly after graduating from Bear’s class, Double went with Zree to get just the tips of one of their ears each pierced. Somehow it just became part of the routine to go once a day and get something done. It was two weeks, a head full of metal, and an interesting tattoo on his lower back that only Zree and Tazz knew about before he managed to break out of it.
Once the piercings were in, he got dressed and, rain or shine went to the garden for a run and a work out. It was a little awkward if Court was right after and it was raining that morning. Drying his hair wasn’t part of the routine.
After Court he went to work.
After work he went to dinner.
After dinner he went to bed.
That was the routine.
Zree fucked with the routine. Routinely, ironically enough.
And it was always Zree. Duex was too busy. Tazz knew better. Aces was too polite. But Zree was always the one to come running around the corner, grinning madly, lightly singed, and grabbing for Double’s wrist with a, ‘Dude! Come with me and don’t ask questions until we’ve hidden the evidence.’ Or to appear at his door in the early morning pouting over something and requiring attention and cuddling. Or to ambush him in the garden during what was supposed to be a simple training exercise and turn it into a cross-terrain, free-for-all, no holds barred rumble.
It was always Zree.
“Double-man! Where are you going?”
“I gotta-I gotta-”
“Come to Under with me.”
“Now? Right now?”
“Naw, sometime next week. Whenever you can pencil me in. Yes now! I’m gonna find you a date tonight if it kills me. Aww, you’re blushing. What else are you going to do, go to bed? Double, it’s only nine! Live a little. In Under. With me. Now. Let’s go.”
Double didn’t mind so much.
Author: Mousie
Rating: PG/PG-13 (for one f-bomb)
Challenge: Vanilla #27: Routine
Extra: NA
Word Count: 432
AN: Double! Finally! I love this guy and he finally gets a prompt all to hisself. And it's real short. *pout* You'll get another story soon, D. Promise.
Double was a creature of habit. It was important. Maybe it was just another part of whatever it was that made him repeat his words over and over making itself known, but the routine could not be messed with. Every day he woke up at four in the morning and bathed, always getting out after twenty-three minutes whether he was technically finished or not. Then he put in each of his piercings, first all the ones in his ears, then the two in his eyebrow, then the one in his nose and the one in his lip.
The piercings, incidentally enough, had come about because of the routine as well. Shortly after graduating from Bear’s class, Double went with Zree to get just the tips of one of their ears each pierced. Somehow it just became part of the routine to go once a day and get something done. It was two weeks, a head full of metal, and an interesting tattoo on his lower back that only Zree and Tazz knew about before he managed to break out of it.
Once the piercings were in, he got dressed and, rain or shine went to the garden for a run and a work out. It was a little awkward if Court was right after and it was raining that morning. Drying his hair wasn’t part of the routine.
After Court he went to work.
After work he went to dinner.
After dinner he went to bed.
That was the routine.
Zree fucked with the routine. Routinely, ironically enough.
And it was always Zree. Duex was too busy. Tazz knew better. Aces was too polite. But Zree was always the one to come running around the corner, grinning madly, lightly singed, and grabbing for Double’s wrist with a, ‘Dude! Come with me and don’t ask questions until we’ve hidden the evidence.’ Or to appear at his door in the early morning pouting over something and requiring attention and cuddling. Or to ambush him in the garden during what was supposed to be a simple training exercise and turn it into a cross-terrain, free-for-all, no holds barred rumble.
It was always Zree.
“Double-man! Where are you going?”
“I gotta-I gotta-”
“Come to Under with me.”
“Now? Right now?”
“Naw, sometime next week. Whenever you can pencil me in. Yes now! I’m gonna find you a date tonight if it kills me. Aww, you’re blushing. What else are you going to do, go to bed? Double, it’s only nine! Live a little. In Under. With me. Now. Let’s go.”
Double didn’t mind so much.