Mini_nanowrimo 3/30
Episode: Grace Under Pressure
Obj: 100
Words: 209
Characters: Team.
I so didn't just write Rodnon. Of all my typos, that's my favourite.
"I'm cold." He said quietly. Looking at him with the saddest 'puppy kicked by a kitten who just stole the toy his mummy gave him' eyes. Rodney made the best puppies eyes. They actually had a contest about that once.
But now, he was back in his room, huddled under a duvet, miserable, and asking him to make the room warmer by any means possible.
"I can find you more blankets." Proposed John. Rodney just sighed pathetically.
"Maybe some hot food. A good soup, that'll make you feel good." Suggested Teyla. Rodney had the good sense to not make a face openly.
"I know." Said Ronon, taking his boots off while Rodney was looking, wary. Then, Ronon jumped into the bed, opened the blanket, installed himself against the wall, and pulled Rodney into his arms, ignoring the complaints.
Teyla and John looked each other. Teyla shrugged, and smiled before joining them. She made herself comfortable, against both Rodney and Ronon, letting a place to their left.
"Come on, John, just for this once." Pleaded Rodney, with the eyes of simple kicked puppy.
He could do that. Just squeezed himself in the bed, laid against Rodney's side, his arm around Teyla, Ronon's arm around his shoulders.
Rodney was already sleeping.
Obj: 100
Words: 209
Characters: Team.
I so didn't just write Rodnon. Of all my typos, that's my favourite.
"I'm cold." He said quietly. Looking at him with the saddest 'puppy kicked by a kitten who just stole the toy his mummy gave him' eyes. Rodney made the best puppies eyes. They actually had a contest about that once.
But now, he was back in his room, huddled under a duvet, miserable, and asking him to make the room warmer by any means possible.
"I can find you more blankets." Proposed John. Rodney just sighed pathetically.
"Maybe some hot food. A good soup, that'll make you feel good." Suggested Teyla. Rodney had the good sense to not make a face openly.
"I know." Said Ronon, taking his boots off while Rodney was looking, wary. Then, Ronon jumped into the bed, opened the blanket, installed himself against the wall, and pulled Rodney into his arms, ignoring the complaints.
Teyla and John looked each other. Teyla shrugged, and smiled before joining them. She made herself comfortable, against both Rodney and Ronon, letting a place to their left.
"Come on, John, just for this once." Pleaded Rodney, with the eyes of simple kicked puppy.
He could do that. Just squeezed himself in the bed, laid against Rodney's side, his arm around Teyla, Ronon's arm around his shoulders.
Rodney was already sleeping.