Pinto Christmas: Hot Chocolate and Srs Bsns
Title: Hot Chocolate and Srs Bsns
Author: tasty_boots
Pairing/Characters: Chris/Zach, Emily
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: 380
Note: This story takes place after my Tabula Rasa story, so you might wanna read that first.
Prompt: Hot Chocolate ( A Very Pinto Christmas Challenge [ My Table])
Summary: Emily and Chris discuss some srs bsns over hot chocolate.
Chris rarely wakes up before Zach, but today he does and when he goes into the kitchen, Emily is waiting with hot chocolate.
"Hot chocolate?" she asks, "It's good, I swear."
Chris eyes her and the two mugs of the warm chocolaty beverage suspiciously. His brain screams, TRAP! but he joins her at the small kitchen table anyway.
Emily holds up a bag, "Mini marshmallows?"
Chris nods and she pours enough of the little things into his mug so that he can no longer see the hot chocolate underneath. Emily allows him a sip and a moment to enjoy it (it really is good) before she jumps right in.
"When are you going to go public about dating my dad?"
Chris is thankful that she waited until he swallowed to ask, because hot chocolate is not the easiest thing to get out of clothing and also, spit takes are sort of gross.
Chris clears his throat, "No small talk, eh?"
Emily raises an eyebrow, "I like to get to the point. So?"
"Um... Never?"
"Oh come on, Chris!" Emily stands and crosses to the fridge, "Sooner or later, the paps are gonna snap a picture and it probably won't be flattering and it might just ruin both of your careers."
"Exactly," Chris says, "I don't particularly want to be out of a job."
Emily slams a tray of chocolate mint cookies on the table and reclaims her seat, "It won't ruin your careers if you go about it the right way. You could make a nice little public announcement like Neil Patrick Harris did, or set up an interview on a talk show, or something. Maybe you could go on Ellen!"
"What? No, I'm not telling the world about your dad and I on the Ellen Degenerous Show. Zach is--"
"Zach has been waiting for you to bring it up. I think he's ready," she holds out a cookie, "Will you at least think about it?"
Chris licks his lips nervously, "Yeah," he says, grabbing the offered treat, "I'll think about it."
Emily squeals and beams.
"No promises, though!" he says around a mouthful of cookie.
She nods enthusiastically and gives him a peck on the cheek before scampering off to who-knows-where. Chris smiles and finishes his hot chocolate.
Author: tasty_boots
Pairing/Characters: Chris/Zach, Emily
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: 380
Note: This story takes place after my Tabula Rasa story, so you might wanna read that first.
Prompt: Hot Chocolate ( A Very Pinto Christmas Challenge [ My Table])
Summary: Emily and Chris discuss some srs bsns over hot chocolate.
Chris rarely wakes up before Zach, but today he does and when he goes into the kitchen, Emily is waiting with hot chocolate.
"Hot chocolate?" she asks, "It's good, I swear."
Chris eyes her and the two mugs of the warm chocolaty beverage suspiciously. His brain screams, TRAP! but he joins her at the small kitchen table anyway.
Emily holds up a bag, "Mini marshmallows?"
Chris nods and she pours enough of the little things into his mug so that he can no longer see the hot chocolate underneath. Emily allows him a sip and a moment to enjoy it (it really is good) before she jumps right in.
"When are you going to go public about dating my dad?"
Chris is thankful that she waited until he swallowed to ask, because hot chocolate is not the easiest thing to get out of clothing and also, spit takes are sort of gross.
Chris clears his throat, "No small talk, eh?"
Emily raises an eyebrow, "I like to get to the point. So?"
"Um... Never?"
"Oh come on, Chris!" Emily stands and crosses to the fridge, "Sooner or later, the paps are gonna snap a picture and it probably won't be flattering and it might just ruin both of your careers."
"Exactly," Chris says, "I don't particularly want to be out of a job."
Emily slams a tray of chocolate mint cookies on the table and reclaims her seat, "It won't ruin your careers if you go about it the right way. You could make a nice little public announcement like Neil Patrick Harris did, or set up an interview on a talk show, or something. Maybe you could go on Ellen!"
"What? No, I'm not telling the world about your dad and I on the Ellen Degenerous Show. Zach is--"
"Zach has been waiting for you to bring it up. I think he's ready," she holds out a cookie, "Will you at least think about it?"
Chris licks his lips nervously, "Yeah," he says, grabbing the offered treat, "I'll think about it."
Emily squeals and beams.
"No promises, though!" he says around a mouthful of cookie.
She nods enthusiastically and gives him a peck on the cheek before scampering off to who-knows-where. Chris smiles and finishes his hot chocolate.