FAKE Ficlet: Expect More
Title: Expect More
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: A Trip to Target nets both Dee and Ryo more than they were expecting.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 665: Target at slashthedrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Days off, in Dee’s opinion at least, were meant for kicking back and relaxing, catching up on sleep, and generally recharging the old batteries. Police work was mentally and physically draining, so every opportunity to unwind needed to be enthusiastically embraced by doing damn all. Every so often though, a day off had to be sacrificed in the interests of catching up on chores that couldn’t be fitted in during the week. That was what had brought him here: he needed a few items to carry out some essential home repairs.
Wending his way through the store’s aisles, he was startled but not displeased to spot a familiar figure over in the kitchenware department. Even though that wasn’t where he needed to go, Dee meandered in that direction himself, walking right up behind his partner, who appeared to be comparing two pans, one in each hand, examining them with the single-minded intensity of a quality control inspector.
“Y’know, I always thought the TV ads were exaggeratin’ but ya really can find everything you’re lookin’ for in Target.”
Ryo jumped and spun around, making Dee take a hasty step back to avoid being accidentally clobbered with a frying pan.
“Dee! Don’t go sneaking around like that, you about scared the life out of me! What’re you doing here? It’s barely ten in the morning, I thought you’d still be home in bed.”
“I do get up early on my day off sometimes, when there’s a good enough reason to.” Dee’s grin widened as he looked Ryo up and down. “I only came in for a new shower curtain and fittings, but y’know what they say about Target, y’always leave with more than ya came in for. I only just got here, and I already see somethin’ else I want.”
Predictably, Ryo blushed before trying to get Dee’s mind back onto a safer subject. “Shower curtain?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what happened to the old one Friday night.”
Dee and Ryo had been getting a bit frisky in the shower at Dee’s place when they’d lost their balance, ripping the curtain down and pulling the rail off the wall.
Blush deepening, Ryo bit his lip. “Oh, right.”
“Yeah. I kinda jury-rigged it with duct tape, but it damn near fell on my head last night so I figured I’d best get it fixed properly before I wound up knockin’ myself out. How ‘bout you?”
“Hm?” Ryo frowned, confused, making Dee chuckle.
“What brings you to Target?”
“Oh!” Holding up the pans, Ryo grinned sheepishly. “When I was washing the dishes last night my frying pan fell off the draining board and the handle came off, so…” He shrugged. “Just can’t decide which one to get.”
“So get both, try ‘em out, see which ya like best; I’ll buy the other one off ya. Mine could stand bein’ replaced.”
“Great idea. Then I could come back to yours and help fix your shower.”
“Guess we’re both gettin’ more than we came for.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG-13
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: A Trip to Target nets both Dee and Ryo more than they were expecting.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 665: Target at slashthedrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Days off, in Dee’s opinion at least, were meant for kicking back and relaxing, catching up on sleep, and generally recharging the old batteries. Police work was mentally and physically draining, so every opportunity to unwind needed to be enthusiastically embraced by doing damn all. Every so often though, a day off had to be sacrificed in the interests of catching up on chores that couldn’t be fitted in during the week. That was what had brought him here: he needed a few items to carry out some essential home repairs.
Wending his way through the store’s aisles, he was startled but not displeased to spot a familiar figure over in the kitchenware department. Even though that wasn’t where he needed to go, Dee meandered in that direction himself, walking right up behind his partner, who appeared to be comparing two pans, one in each hand, examining them with the single-minded intensity of a quality control inspector.
“Y’know, I always thought the TV ads were exaggeratin’ but ya really can find everything you’re lookin’ for in Target.”
Ryo jumped and spun around, making Dee take a hasty step back to avoid being accidentally clobbered with a frying pan.
“Dee! Don’t go sneaking around like that, you about scared the life out of me! What’re you doing here? It’s barely ten in the morning, I thought you’d still be home in bed.”
“I do get up early on my day off sometimes, when there’s a good enough reason to.” Dee’s grin widened as he looked Ryo up and down. “I only came in for a new shower curtain and fittings, but y’know what they say about Target, y’always leave with more than ya came in for. I only just got here, and I already see somethin’ else I want.”
Predictably, Ryo blushed before trying to get Dee’s mind back onto a safer subject. “Shower curtain?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten what happened to the old one Friday night.”
Dee and Ryo had been getting a bit frisky in the shower at Dee’s place when they’d lost their balance, ripping the curtain down and pulling the rail off the wall.
Blush deepening, Ryo bit his lip. “Oh, right.”
“Yeah. I kinda jury-rigged it with duct tape, but it damn near fell on my head last night so I figured I’d best get it fixed properly before I wound up knockin’ myself out. How ‘bout you?”
“Hm?” Ryo frowned, confused, making Dee chuckle.
“What brings you to Target?”
“Oh!” Holding up the pans, Ryo grinned sheepishly. “When I was washing the dishes last night my frying pan fell off the draining board and the handle came off, so…” He shrugged. “Just can’t decide which one to get.”
“So get both, try ‘em out, see which ya like best; I’ll buy the other one off ya. Mine could stand bein’ replaced.”
“Great idea. Then I could come back to yours and help fix your shower.”
“Guess we’re both gettin’ more than we came for.”
The End