The origin of @ZorroPup - a fic drabble
Adam couldn't take any more of those simpering, cavity inducing pictures of 'Kris and Katy at Home for the Holidays' again this year. Damn his blood pressure couldn't any more. He was determined this year would NOT be a rehash of Xmas 2009 thank you very much! So he hatched a plan. He would send Kris the one thing he knew he really wanted for Christmas. A puppy. And with a bit of luck Katy would go into overcompensation mode on twitter again (he knew her oh so well) and the threat of cavities would be minimized. At least his dentist would be happy.
He remembered how he and Kris had texted back and forth about what kind of dog breeds they both liked a month or so back. Their text conversations sometimes lasted days, and often spiraled miles away from the original starting point. He couldn't even remember now how they had gotten on to the subject. He shook his head smiling fondly at the memory of a certain someone with fluffy hair and warm brown eyes and pecs to die for and ....
....Oh yeah that's right, he thought with a shiver. Adam had mentioned his family had a couple of labradors growing up, but that he'd seen quite a few people in London and Paris with that little French bulldog breed on his European tour. It was just adorable! Plus small dogs were so much easier to fit on a tour bus! Kris had sounded a bit doubtful, and had tentatively mentioned he liked labradors too, and shelties (like Elvis, of course), and those scruffy Benjy type dogs were small right?
But Adam knew Kris. Knew he couldn't resist something tiny and adorable snuggling up to him during the long winter holidays. Especially if that something would always remind him of his ~friend. So when Lane emailed him the link to a pedigree breeding website with a picture of a tiny bundle of French bulldog pup, all cute and bouncy and peppy, but with those huge sorrowful masked eyes, Adam was a goner. The little pup was like the perfect cross between Kris' cute and Adam's glam, with those big black made-up eyes. Shit he even knew just the right name for it - Zorro. Just perfect!
But even Adam hadn't predicted HOW successful his plan would be. Hell, not ONE Kraty tweet all holidays? Seriously? Wow. He would definitely have to send Lane something better than a fruit basket this time.
He remembered how he and Kris had texted back and forth about what kind of dog breeds they both liked a month or so back. Their text conversations sometimes lasted days, and often spiraled miles away from the original starting point. He couldn't even remember now how they had gotten on to the subject. He shook his head smiling fondly at the memory of a certain someone with fluffy hair and warm brown eyes and pecs to die for and ....
....Oh yeah that's right, he thought with a shiver. Adam had mentioned his family had a couple of labradors growing up, but that he'd seen quite a few people in London and Paris with that little French bulldog breed on his European tour. It was just adorable! Plus small dogs were so much easier to fit on a tour bus! Kris had sounded a bit doubtful, and had tentatively mentioned he liked labradors too, and shelties (like Elvis, of course), and those scruffy Benjy type dogs were small right?
But Adam knew Kris. Knew he couldn't resist something tiny and adorable snuggling up to him during the long winter holidays. Especially if that something would always remind him of his ~friend. So when Lane emailed him the link to a pedigree breeding website with a picture of a tiny bundle of French bulldog pup, all cute and bouncy and peppy, but with those huge sorrowful masked eyes, Adam was a goner. The little pup was like the perfect cross between Kris' cute and Adam's glam, with those big black made-up eyes. Shit he even knew just the right name for it - Zorro. Just perfect!
But even Adam hadn't predicted HOW successful his plan would be. Hell, not ONE Kraty tweet all holidays? Seriously? Wow. He would definitely have to send Lane something better than a fruit basket this time.