Today's special: a little domestic drabble
Title: Do Not Disturb!
Author: sakesushimaki
Timeline: Huh. Could be anywhere from Season 4 to post-513, really.
Word Count: 3x100=300
Notes: Unbeta'd and speedily written fluff for drabylon’s prompt#0131! Please notify me if you find any typos, yes?
Prompt:
Do Not Disturb!
by sakesushimaki
“Okay, now hand me that smaller chopping thing,” he says, pointing, with eyes trained on the liquid simmering on the stove.
You're glad he gives you something to do, you've been ready and very inclined to intervene for the past 20 minutes. "The chopping thing? Could you narrow that down?"
“You know damn well what I mean!”
“You bought the thing, yet you can't think of one halfway accurate way to call it?”
“Okay, if you're going to be like this, I don't need you here.” He flashes you an angry look, quickly returning his eyes to the stove. “Off with you! Go to the living room or something.”
“I was just trying to-”
“I don’t care! Go do something else!” He actually accentuates with a little ‘go away’ wave while he’s hunched over four printed pages of recipe.
“I’m just-”
“And no talking! I need to concentrate,” he cuts you off.
“Fine!” You turn and stomp into the direction of the sofa. Whatever. You wanted to read that article anyway.
You’re about to sit down, when there’s a knock on the door. You glance back to the kitchen and assess that it is entirely possible that he didn’t even register the noise.
“Hey!” Michael greets you as you slide the heavy door open. “I was in the neighbourhood and wondered if we could go through-”
You stop him right there. You don’t need to hear more, it’s already the best idea you’ve ever heard. “Yes! Let’s go!” You find your jacket in the bedroom, hurry to the living room for your folder and push Michael out the door with you.
“What’s um, going on?”
You slide into your jacket and let out the breath you’ve been holding for you don’t know how long. “Brian is cooking.”
Author: sakesushimaki
Timeline: Huh. Could be anywhere from Season 4 to post-513, really.
Word Count: 3x100=300
Notes: Unbeta'd and speedily written fluff for drabylon’s prompt#0131! Please notify me if you find any typos, yes?
Prompt:
Do Not Disturb!
by sakesushimaki
“Okay, now hand me that smaller chopping thing,” he says, pointing, with eyes trained on the liquid simmering on the stove.
You're glad he gives you something to do, you've been ready and very inclined to intervene for the past 20 minutes. "The chopping thing? Could you narrow that down?"
“You know damn well what I mean!”
“You bought the thing, yet you can't think of one halfway accurate way to call it?”
“Okay, if you're going to be like this, I don't need you here.” He flashes you an angry look, quickly returning his eyes to the stove. “Off with you! Go to the living room or something.”
“I was just trying to-”
“I don’t care! Go do something else!” He actually accentuates with a little ‘go away’ wave while he’s hunched over four printed pages of recipe.
“I’m just-”
“And no talking! I need to concentrate,” he cuts you off.
“Fine!” You turn and stomp into the direction of the sofa. Whatever. You wanted to read that article anyway.
You’re about to sit down, when there’s a knock on the door. You glance back to the kitchen and assess that it is entirely possible that he didn’t even register the noise.
“Hey!” Michael greets you as you slide the heavy door open. “I was in the neighbourhood and wondered if we could go through-”
You stop him right there. You don’t need to hear more, it’s already the best idea you’ve ever heard. “Yes! Let’s go!” You find your jacket in the bedroom, hurry to the living room for your folder and push Michael out the door with you.
“What’s um, going on?”
You slide into your jacket and let out the breath you’ve been holding for you don’t know how long. “Brian is cooking.”