Theme #27: Stained Glass
Haven't posted in awhile. Partly
because I've been busy and partly because I couldn't come up with an
idea I liked for this theme. I seriously went through three other
drabble ideas before I settled on this one. Hope you guys like it!
Theme: #27 Stained Glass
Words: 172
Mamoru looked over the blonde’s shoulder with interest. She was busy arranging colourful candies on the countertop and didn’t appear to notice him watching. What is she doing?
“Hello, Mamo-baka,” Mamoru jumped as Usagi suddenly greeted him not even looking up, “are you going to continue to stare at me or actually say something?”
Mamoru grinned and smoothly lowered himself onto the stool next to her. “Didn’t your mother teach you not to play with your food, Odango?”
“I’m not playing, I’m working,” she sniffed indignantly her hands still arranging the candies.
“Oh really? How exactly is playing with your food work?”
“I’m making a stained glass window,” she rolled her eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Only my Usako, he thought fondly. “Most people use glass to make glass windows,” Mamoru stated the smirk evident in his voice.
“Yes,” Usagi agreed looking at him for the first time since he had arrived, “but mine,” she popped a pink candy into her mouth, “tastes much better.”
Theme: #27 Stained Glass
Words: 172
Mamoru looked over the blonde’s shoulder with interest. She was busy arranging colourful candies on the countertop and didn’t appear to notice him watching. What is she doing?
“Hello, Mamo-baka,” Mamoru jumped as Usagi suddenly greeted him not even looking up, “are you going to continue to stare at me or actually say something?”
Mamoru grinned and smoothly lowered himself onto the stool next to her. “Didn’t your mother teach you not to play with your food, Odango?”
“I’m not playing, I’m working,” she sniffed indignantly her hands still arranging the candies.
“Oh really? How exactly is playing with your food work?”
“I’m making a stained glass window,” she rolled her eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Only my Usako, he thought fondly. “Most people use glass to make glass windows,” Mamoru stated the smirk evident in his voice.
“Yes,” Usagi agreed looking at him for the first time since he had arrived, “but mine,” she popped a pink candy into her mouth, “tastes much better.”