marmalade 22 - oh warhammer! oh the humanity!
marmalade 22. bubble wrap + malt : Day 5 Advent
story: second chances ; college era. wordcount: 662. rating: pg13.
"So..." Simon clears his throat. "You've just been lying there...thinking about Warhammer?" Wherein Rayn has had a less-than-optimal day.
notes: once I realized what the advent prompt reminded me of, I kinda had to write this. basically...Rayn and Simon fluff. I'm not going to pretend it's profound.
"Hey," Simon says, tossing his bag on the couch. He tilts his head to one side. "What's up? You look like you got run over by a bus or something."
Rayn looks up as Simon's shadow crosses his face. "I think...I'm just going to lie here on the floor for a while."
"Are you high?"
"No."
"Do you want to be?"
"Um...I'm cool."
Simon drops down to join him on the floor. "So...you had a moving job today, right?"
"Yeah, a moving job that took all day. Do you know what Warhammer is?"
Simon frowns. "I don't think...oh, wait! Is that that tabletop game with all the little figurines?"
"Yes. Yes it is. Do you know how crazy people go for Warhammer?"
"Pretty crazy, I've heard."
"Very crazy."
Simon waits for a follow-up, but Rayn has gone back to staring at the ceiling. "So..." Simon clears his throat. "You've just been lying there...thinking about Warhammer?"
Rayn sighs. "It was a pack-and-move job. And I had to pack this guy's entire Warhammer...studio. There was Warhammer everywhere. Nothing was boxed up yet. And each little figurine had to be wrapped individually. And the guy was standing behind me, making sure I did it right...'be careful, you can't let the paint get chipped '..."
"Here's a thought," Simon says, "if you're so worried about your Warhammer, why not pack it yourself?"
"Insurance policy," Rayn says. "We only insure the boxes the movers pack." He squeezes his eyes closed. "I am so sick of looking at Warhammer, Simon."
"Well, I think the odds of you having to move another Warhammer fanatic are pretty low."
"Or...zero. I think I have to quit."
"Wait, seriously? It was that bad?"
"No, it's not about that." Rayn rubs his eyes. "They just keep scaling back my hours, so I barely made anything this month. And I never know when I'm working so I can't take on another job."
"Oh. That sucks."
"And they somehow managed to screw me out of three hours pay today."
"What? How'd that happen?"
"I don't even know. I think I signed something I shouldn't have. It's...been a really long day."
Simon pats his shoulder. "There, there. Warhammer is gone now."
Rayn laughs weakly.
"You know," Simon says. "I'm going to miss these talks."
Rayn looks up towards Simon, apologetic. "You know you can still come over whenever you want. Just...all of your stuff can't."
Simon clasps his hands over his heart. "All my Warhammer. My poor, poor Warhammer. No, no...don't try to console me...it's better this way...my armies will find a new home, a better home..." He's going to keep going, but Rayn is starting to look uncomfortable. "Seriously, though," Simon says, "it's okay. I'm not insulted."
"Hey," Rayn says, "I got you a present."
Simon looks up. "You got a me a present?"
"Yeah, it's in your room. You should go look."
Simon's already scrambling to his feet. "What is it?" he calls over his shoulder as he heads down the hall
"It's a surprise. Look behind the door!"
Simon peers inside his room and gasps. "Oh my God! How did you know I always wanted a giant roll of bubble wrap?"
"Just a hunch!"
Simon dashes back down the hall, the bubble wrap tucked beneath one arm, He plops down beside Rayn again to admire it. "What am I going to do with it?"
"I figured you'd come up with something interesting."
"I'll start thinking about it right now. I won't let you down." He grins. "Bubble wrap. You know, you're the best soon-to-be-ex-roommate ever."
Rayn sort of laughs. "Yeah, well. You too."
Simon peels back a corner of the roll and prods one of the air bubbles with his finger.
"Hey, Rayn?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you sure you don't want to be high?"
So what's Simon going to do with the bubble wrap? well...I don't know yet. I'm open to suggestions. Though "SEX" has already been brought up. You kinky bitches ;)
story: second chances ; college era. wordcount: 662. rating: pg13.
"So..." Simon clears his throat. "You've just been lying there...thinking about Warhammer?" Wherein Rayn has had a less-than-optimal day.
notes: once I realized what the advent prompt reminded me of, I kinda had to write this. basically...Rayn and Simon fluff. I'm not going to pretend it's profound.
"Hey," Simon says, tossing his bag on the couch. He tilts his head to one side. "What's up? You look like you got run over by a bus or something."
Rayn looks up as Simon's shadow crosses his face. "I think...I'm just going to lie here on the floor for a while."
"Are you high?"
"No."
"Do you want to be?"
"Um...I'm cool."
Simon drops down to join him on the floor. "So...you had a moving job today, right?"
"Yeah, a moving job that took all day. Do you know what Warhammer is?"
Simon frowns. "I don't think...oh, wait! Is that that tabletop game with all the little figurines?"
"Yes. Yes it is. Do you know how crazy people go for Warhammer?"
"Pretty crazy, I've heard."
"Very crazy."
Simon waits for a follow-up, but Rayn has gone back to staring at the ceiling. "So..." Simon clears his throat. "You've just been lying there...thinking about Warhammer?"
Rayn sighs. "It was a pack-and-move job. And I had to pack this guy's entire Warhammer...studio. There was Warhammer everywhere. Nothing was boxed up yet. And each little figurine had to be wrapped individually. And the guy was standing behind me, making sure I did it right...'be careful, you can't let the paint get chipped '..."
"Here's a thought," Simon says, "if you're so worried about your Warhammer, why not pack it yourself?"
"Insurance policy," Rayn says. "We only insure the boxes the movers pack." He squeezes his eyes closed. "I am so sick of looking at Warhammer, Simon."
"Well, I think the odds of you having to move another Warhammer fanatic are pretty low."
"Or...zero. I think I have to quit."
"Wait, seriously? It was that bad?"
"No, it's not about that." Rayn rubs his eyes. "They just keep scaling back my hours, so I barely made anything this month. And I never know when I'm working so I can't take on another job."
"Oh. That sucks."
"And they somehow managed to screw me out of three hours pay today."
"What? How'd that happen?"
"I don't even know. I think I signed something I shouldn't have. It's...been a really long day."
Simon pats his shoulder. "There, there. Warhammer is gone now."
Rayn laughs weakly.
"You know," Simon says. "I'm going to miss these talks."
Rayn looks up towards Simon, apologetic. "You know you can still come over whenever you want. Just...all of your stuff can't."
Simon clasps his hands over his heart. "All my Warhammer. My poor, poor Warhammer. No, no...don't try to console me...it's better this way...my armies will find a new home, a better home..." He's going to keep going, but Rayn is starting to look uncomfortable. "Seriously, though," Simon says, "it's okay. I'm not insulted."
"Hey," Rayn says, "I got you a present."
Simon looks up. "You got a me a present?"
"Yeah, it's in your room. You should go look."
Simon's already scrambling to his feet. "What is it?" he calls over his shoulder as he heads down the hall
"It's a surprise. Look behind the door!"
Simon peers inside his room and gasps. "Oh my God! How did you know I always wanted a giant roll of bubble wrap?"
"Just a hunch!"
Simon dashes back down the hall, the bubble wrap tucked beneath one arm, He plops down beside Rayn again to admire it. "What am I going to do with it?"
"I figured you'd come up with something interesting."
"I'll start thinking about it right now. I won't let you down." He grins. "Bubble wrap. You know, you're the best soon-to-be-ex-roommate ever."
Rayn sort of laughs. "Yeah, well. You too."
Simon peels back a corner of the roll and prods one of the air bubbles with his finger.
"Hey, Rayn?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you sure you don't want to be high?"
So what's Simon going to do with the bubble wrap? well...I don't know yet. I'm open to suggestions. Though "SEX" has already been brought up. You kinky bitches ;)