My Hands Are Tied To Pages Inked
Title: My Hands Are Tied To Pages Inked
Fandom: The Social Network
Characters: Chris, Dustin.
Rating: K
Warnings: WARNING: A WILD DUSTIN APPEARS.
Spoilers: None...? Surprisingly.
Summary: Chris and Dustin go to Target.
Notes: Written in a chat when I was hanging out with Kelly, inspired by her Notes From the Kirkland Suite blog on Tumblr, and the heart-notes in particular. Title from "Homesick At Spacecamp" by Fall Out Boy.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Social Network. This is a work of fiction, and the characters described herein are based on the fictional representation of real people, to whom I have no affiliation or connection with. If you got here via searching your name by some means, I would advise you to go back and go to a different place. You should try YouTube! They have kittens there!
Many thanks to Kelly for her amazing blog and her awesome companionship. She's the bomb.
Chris pushes the cart in the Target, rolling past school supplies to get to where the shampoo and conditioner and soap are stocked. Dustin, however, spins out of control and heads right to the crayons and markers. "Chris! I need these! Emergency markers, Chris!"
Chris sighs. "Dustin, what kind of emergency would call for markers?"
"...some... emergency... craft thing? You don't know what could happen until it does! What if someone holds us hostage unless we give them markers and we don't have any? What happens then?" Dustin flails, packages of markers and construction paper still clutched in his hands.
"Dustin, the likelihood of that happening is very low." Chris says. He stands by the mostly empty cart, one hand on his hip, looking like he's about ten seconds from dragging Dustin away by the hood of his jacket.
"But... but... I WANT them!" Dustin chooses to ignore the fact that he could very well buy them himself. He's 19, not 12, but arguing with Chris is fun.
Chris puts his forehead in his hands, closing his eyes. "Fine. You can have the markers. But if I find them all over the suite, I'm taking them away and giving them to Mark."
"But Mark doesn't even LIKE markers! Ha, Mark hates markers. That's funny." Dustin tosses the construction paper to the shelf and the markers into the cart before wandering into another aisle. "Marky Mark misuses markers."
Chris furrows his brow and follows, picking up pens and post-it notes along the way. Maybe if he buys Dustin his own, he'll stop stealing from Chris's desk drawers. He turns when he hears an over-the-top gasp from his companion, and finds Dustin standing in front of the post-its that come in different shapes.
Dustin grabs at least five different packs and holds them up to his face. When he speaks, his voice comes out in a sort of awe. "Chris! Chris! Look at these! I want ALL OF THESE, CHRIS. I want them ALL!"
"No, Dustin. If you buy them, you're just going to wind up scribbling and doodling on them and wasting them by balling them up and throwing them at Mark." Chris walks over and takes them from him, putting them back where they belong. Dustin picks up more, of course, and waves them around.
"But they're so FUN! Look, this one is a star! And this one, it's a dinosaur! I love dinosaurs!" Dustin takes the dinosaur post-it pack and uses it like a puppet, growling at Chris. "Rawr! I'm a dinosaur! Raaaawr!"
Chris can’t help but grin at his enthusiasm. "Okay, you can get ONE. For now. We'll come back and buy more when you run out. Pick one and let's go get what we came here for." He pushes the cart out of the aisle, leaving Dustin to pick his prize.
When Dustin catches up, he tosses a pink pack into the cart and shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets, looking around at all the shelves. Chris leans over and looks into the cart, and sees a pack of pink heart-shaped post-its.
He looks over at Dustin, who is scrutinizing a bottle of Old Spice.
"Why did you pick these ones?" Chris asks. Dustin puts the bottle back in its space and looks over, scratching his neck.
"So I can write love notes, of course. They'll be extra cute and everyone will love me!" He grins, grabs a bottle of Axe body wash, and tosses it into the cart before walking away.
The next morning, Chris wakes up with a heart-shaped note stuck to his forehead. He pulls it off, and sees the message written in green "emergency" marker. He rolls his eyes and sticks the heart-shaped note onto his computer monitor. He’ll write back in a little while.
Dustin's Note to Chris
Chris's Reply
Fandom: The Social Network
Characters: Chris, Dustin.
Rating: K
Warnings: WARNING: A WILD DUSTIN APPEARS.
Spoilers: None...? Surprisingly.
Summary: Chris and Dustin go to Target.
Notes: Written in a chat when I was hanging out with Kelly, inspired by her Notes From the Kirkland Suite blog on Tumblr, and the heart-notes in particular. Title from "Homesick At Spacecamp" by Fall Out Boy.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Social Network. This is a work of fiction, and the characters described herein are based on the fictional representation of real people, to whom I have no affiliation or connection with. If you got here via searching your name by some means, I would advise you to go back and go to a different place. You should try YouTube! They have kittens there!
Many thanks to Kelly for her amazing blog and her awesome companionship. She's the bomb.
Chris pushes the cart in the Target, rolling past school supplies to get to where the shampoo and conditioner and soap are stocked. Dustin, however, spins out of control and heads right to the crayons and markers. "Chris! I need these! Emergency markers, Chris!"
Chris sighs. "Dustin, what kind of emergency would call for markers?"
"...some... emergency... craft thing? You don't know what could happen until it does! What if someone holds us hostage unless we give them markers and we don't have any? What happens then?" Dustin flails, packages of markers and construction paper still clutched in his hands.
"Dustin, the likelihood of that happening is very low." Chris says. He stands by the mostly empty cart, one hand on his hip, looking like he's about ten seconds from dragging Dustin away by the hood of his jacket.
"But... but... I WANT them!" Dustin chooses to ignore the fact that he could very well buy them himself. He's 19, not 12, but arguing with Chris is fun.
Chris puts his forehead in his hands, closing his eyes. "Fine. You can have the markers. But if I find them all over the suite, I'm taking them away and giving them to Mark."
"But Mark doesn't even LIKE markers! Ha, Mark hates markers. That's funny." Dustin tosses the construction paper to the shelf and the markers into the cart before wandering into another aisle. "Marky Mark misuses markers."
Chris furrows his brow and follows, picking up pens and post-it notes along the way. Maybe if he buys Dustin his own, he'll stop stealing from Chris's desk drawers. He turns when he hears an over-the-top gasp from his companion, and finds Dustin standing in front of the post-its that come in different shapes.
Dustin grabs at least five different packs and holds them up to his face. When he speaks, his voice comes out in a sort of awe. "Chris! Chris! Look at these! I want ALL OF THESE, CHRIS. I want them ALL!"
"No, Dustin. If you buy them, you're just going to wind up scribbling and doodling on them and wasting them by balling them up and throwing them at Mark." Chris walks over and takes them from him, putting them back where they belong. Dustin picks up more, of course, and waves them around.
"But they're so FUN! Look, this one is a star! And this one, it's a dinosaur! I love dinosaurs!" Dustin takes the dinosaur post-it pack and uses it like a puppet, growling at Chris. "Rawr! I'm a dinosaur! Raaaawr!"
Chris can’t help but grin at his enthusiasm. "Okay, you can get ONE. For now. We'll come back and buy more when you run out. Pick one and let's go get what we came here for." He pushes the cart out of the aisle, leaving Dustin to pick his prize.
When Dustin catches up, he tosses a pink pack into the cart and shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets, looking around at all the shelves. Chris leans over and looks into the cart, and sees a pack of pink heart-shaped post-its.
He looks over at Dustin, who is scrutinizing a bottle of Old Spice.
"Why did you pick these ones?" Chris asks. Dustin puts the bottle back in its space and looks over, scratching his neck.
"So I can write love notes, of course. They'll be extra cute and everyone will love me!" He grins, grabs a bottle of Axe body wash, and tosses it into the cart before walking away.
The next morning, Chris wakes up with a heart-shaped note stuck to his forehead. He pulls it off, and sees the message written in green "emergency" marker. He rolls his eyes and sticks the heart-shaped note onto his computer monitor. He’ll write back in a little while.
Dustin's Note to Chris
Chris's Reply