chocolate chip mint and sprinkles
Story: Timeless { backstory | index }
Title: Flexible
Rating: G
Challenge: Chocolate Chip Mint #24: flexible
Toppings/Extras: sprinkles
Wordcount: 478
Summary: Taisy Daniels keeps limber. Bradley Dekeynel and Victor Blackledge don’t help.
Notes: Haha, silly and fluffy black ops stuff. Last of the Chocolate Chip Mint. :)
Taisy did her stretches every day-she’d always been naturally flexible but that wasn’t to say hard work wasn’t required to keep herself in good shape. In the common lounge that the black ops team shared, she first warmed herself up and then folded herself into her first few shapes; ending on a backwards bridge, palms and feet against the floor, stomach bent up towards the ceiling.
That was when Bradley and Victor walked in, Bradley carrying a glass of orange squash in one hand and Victor with a violin under his arm. Instantly, Bradley skipped over to where Taisy was contorted into her shape and put his glass of water onto the surface of her belly before looking around the room as if quizzical.
“Taisy! Taisy! Where’ve you gone?”
“Very funny,” Taisy spluttered, head near to the floor. “Get that off me, it’s going to fall!”
Bradley scratched his head a moment and then picked up the glass, grinning as the youngest member of the black ops team rolled herself back into her heels and began clapping her hands together to bring back some feeling to them. Victor had seated himself on a sofa and was idly tuning the violin with barely-audible twangs.
“Aha, an occasional table!”
“God, even for you that’s bad,” Taisy said, swatting at him and giggling nonetheless. Turning away from him, she dropped into spontaneous splits, unable to resist showing off a little. “Been thinking long about that joke?”
“Only a few months,” Bradley said, moving back towards one of the recliners. “Bendy freak.”
“You’re just jealous,” Taisy said lightly, leaning towards one of her legs and wrapping her hands around her foot. “This is talent, Brad-of the kind you will never have. There are lots of advantages to having joints like a jellyfish.”
“Jellyfish don’t have-…”
“Whatever! You know what I mean.” Taisy brought her legs together to meet in front of her. Rolling his eyes and grinning, Bradley took a sip of his drink. In the ensuing silence, Victor saw fit to try conversation.
“There were flexible Blackledges,” he volunteered.
“Oh?” Taisy brought one of her legs up so that it rose up past her head, still sat on the cream-coloured carpet. “Were they much good?”
“The first batch weren’t,” Victor said, frowning slightly as he delved into his perfect memory. “They couldn’t really stand up. They were all… soft… they got called ‘the puddle-people’…”
“Oh my God,” Taisy said, lowering her leg again and staring at him from the floor, blue eyes round. “Were they OK?”
“Yeah,” Victor said vaguely. “I mean, the JA batch were always remembered. And they could have been useful-there aren’t many people that can slide under doors…”
“Thank you for sharing,” Bradley said, putting his glass down on a side-table with a clink. “There goes my appetite for the next five million years.”
Title: Flexible
Rating: G
Challenge: Chocolate Chip Mint #24: flexible
Toppings/Extras: sprinkles
Wordcount: 478
Summary: Taisy Daniels keeps limber. Bradley Dekeynel and Victor Blackledge don’t help.
Notes: Haha, silly and fluffy black ops stuff. Last of the Chocolate Chip Mint. :)
Taisy did her stretches every day-she’d always been naturally flexible but that wasn’t to say hard work wasn’t required to keep herself in good shape. In the common lounge that the black ops team shared, she first warmed herself up and then folded herself into her first few shapes; ending on a backwards bridge, palms and feet against the floor, stomach bent up towards the ceiling.
That was when Bradley and Victor walked in, Bradley carrying a glass of orange squash in one hand and Victor with a violin under his arm. Instantly, Bradley skipped over to where Taisy was contorted into her shape and put his glass of water onto the surface of her belly before looking around the room as if quizzical.
“Taisy! Taisy! Where’ve you gone?”
“Very funny,” Taisy spluttered, head near to the floor. “Get that off me, it’s going to fall!”
Bradley scratched his head a moment and then picked up the glass, grinning as the youngest member of the black ops team rolled herself back into her heels and began clapping her hands together to bring back some feeling to them. Victor had seated himself on a sofa and was idly tuning the violin with barely-audible twangs.
“Aha, an occasional table!”
“God, even for you that’s bad,” Taisy said, swatting at him and giggling nonetheless. Turning away from him, she dropped into spontaneous splits, unable to resist showing off a little. “Been thinking long about that joke?”
“Only a few months,” Bradley said, moving back towards one of the recliners. “Bendy freak.”
“You’re just jealous,” Taisy said lightly, leaning towards one of her legs and wrapping her hands around her foot. “This is talent, Brad-of the kind you will never have. There are lots of advantages to having joints like a jellyfish.”
“Jellyfish don’t have-…”
“Whatever! You know what I mean.” Taisy brought her legs together to meet in front of her. Rolling his eyes and grinning, Bradley took a sip of his drink. In the ensuing silence, Victor saw fit to try conversation.
“There were flexible Blackledges,” he volunteered.
“Oh?” Taisy brought one of her legs up so that it rose up past her head, still sat on the cream-coloured carpet. “Were they much good?”
“The first batch weren’t,” Victor said, frowning slightly as he delved into his perfect memory. “They couldn’t really stand up. They were all… soft… they got called ‘the puddle-people’…”
“Oh my God,” Taisy said, lowering her leg again and staring at him from the floor, blue eyes round. “Were they OK?”
“Yeah,” Victor said vaguely. “I mean, the JA batch were always remembered. And they could have been useful-there aren’t many people that can slide under doors…”
“Thank you for sharing,” Bradley said, putting his glass down on a side-table with a clink. “There goes my appetite for the next five million years.”