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Pineapple #2. Take Two and Call Me in the Morning with Hot Fudge
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : G
Timeframe : 1272
Word Count : 379
“Sethan?”
A bowl tucked under one arm, Reida shoved the door in with her hip.
Lanterns flickered on the table, papers strewn between them with lines freshly inked. Another half dozen bowls and an assortment of measuring tools stood ready, as if Sethan had started setting up only to vanish halfway through.
With a sigh, she added her bowl to the mix. She gave the empty chair a shove backwards and braced herself on the lip of the table to peer underneath. Sethan was curled on the floor, head between his knees, hands pressed to his temples.
“Again?” she said.
With a great deal of effort, the man under the table lifted his head just enough to shoot her a glare.
“What does she want this time?”
Sethan’s voice was dry and hollow. “What does she always want?”
With a sniff, Reida turned to sorting out the bowls. “You’d think she’d realize by now she’s slowing you down.”
“You’d think,” said Sethan through gritted teeth.
Reida idly tipped a bowl and watched as its soupy red contents rolled across the bottom. “Where’s Tristan?”
“Not here,” came the answer from under the table. “Obviously.”
She put the red aside in favor of prodding a mass of something green in another. “We need to find you a full time nursemaid to keep scraping you off the floor.”
The table rattled as Sethan braced himself with a hand around one of its legs. With a sigh, he let it go and slumped back to the floor. “Right now I could just use something to sleep for a bit.”
Reida gave the bowl of green a shove and it clanked into another bowl of something bubbly and white. “Is she going to let you drink it?” He glared at her, hands thrust back into the thick curls that framed his face and palms pressed to his head. “Right, I’ll go fetch you something then. You know, I’ve got better things I could be doing.”
She let the bowls go and pushed herself back from the table. “Kairn,” she said, as she took a step back towards the door.
“Hmm?”
“He makes a decent nursemaid.”
“He’s got better things to do too.”
Her hand on the knob, Reida sniffed. “For now, perhaps,” she said.
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : G
Timeframe : 1272
Word Count : 379
“Sethan?”
A bowl tucked under one arm, Reida shoved the door in with her hip.
Lanterns flickered on the table, papers strewn between them with lines freshly inked. Another half dozen bowls and an assortment of measuring tools stood ready, as if Sethan had started setting up only to vanish halfway through.
With a sigh, she added her bowl to the mix. She gave the empty chair a shove backwards and braced herself on the lip of the table to peer underneath. Sethan was curled on the floor, head between his knees, hands pressed to his temples.
“Again?” she said.
With a great deal of effort, the man under the table lifted his head just enough to shoot her a glare.
“What does she want this time?”
Sethan’s voice was dry and hollow. “What does she always want?”
With a sniff, Reida turned to sorting out the bowls. “You’d think she’d realize by now she’s slowing you down.”
“You’d think,” said Sethan through gritted teeth.
Reida idly tipped a bowl and watched as its soupy red contents rolled across the bottom. “Where’s Tristan?”
“Not here,” came the answer from under the table. “Obviously.”
She put the red aside in favor of prodding a mass of something green in another. “We need to find you a full time nursemaid to keep scraping you off the floor.”
The table rattled as Sethan braced himself with a hand around one of its legs. With a sigh, he let it go and slumped back to the floor. “Right now I could just use something to sleep for a bit.”
Reida gave the bowl of green a shove and it clanked into another bowl of something bubbly and white. “Is she going to let you drink it?” He glared at her, hands thrust back into the thick curls that framed his face and palms pressed to his head. “Right, I’ll go fetch you something then. You know, I’ve got better things I could be doing.”
She let the bowls go and pushed herself back from the table. “Kairn,” she said, as she took a step back towards the door.
“Hmm?”
“He makes a decent nursemaid.”
“He’s got better things to do too.”
Her hand on the knob, Reida sniffed. “For now, perhaps,” she said.