Baccano! Drabbles
Luck keeps prompting me in the Baccano chan, and these are too short for their own posts, SO DRABBLEFICDUMP POST, GO~
Will very likely be added to.
Prompt: Chocolate
Luck was a little startled when he opened the door to see a huge box piled high with chocolate bars standing in the doorway, a familiar green hat barely visible behind them.
"...Firo, what--?" was all he managed to get out before the box pushed past him, and Firo unceremoniously dropped it onto a table.
"Isaac and Miria," he replied breathlessly, flopping into a nearby chair. "Decided to bring Ennis a present."
"And you brought it here?" Luck was still confused.
"This is only one box," said Firo, looking pained. "Out of eighty."
Prompt: Mistletoe
Neither of them had believed the warnings they'd heard about Camp's mistletoe, so when they returned to Luck's room to play cards, they didn't think much of the small sprig that had begun to grow in the corner.
Halfway through their sixth hand of poker, the plant had spread, and their cards were tossed aside in favor of clutching at shoulders and burying fingers in hair, mouths colliding hotly. They stumbled toward Luck's bed, hats and ties and jackets and suspenders and shirts trailing behind them.
Ten minutes later, they believed the warning about breaking the no-sex rule, too.
Prompt: Silk Ribbons
<@pie> silk rbbons?
<@Firo> ......
<@pie> WHAT
<@pie> THAT SHOULD BE PLENTY FOR A FANGIRL'S MIND ;;
<@Firo> NATURALLY THE FIRST THING I COME UP WITH IS BONDAGE aasdklsfd
<@pie> .............
<@pie> 8DDD
<@Firo> ...............i am (probably) not writing you firoluck bondage.
A smile passed over Luck's lips as Firo finished tying the strip of smooth fabric. He hadn't been entirely sure if Firo would be okay with his request, but he was pleased when the younger man was willing to comply.
"So? How does it look?" Luck asked.
Firo inspected his work for a moment, and broke into a grin. "Better than I expected it to, actually."
"You didn't think it would look good?" Luck frowned.
"I wasn't sure," Firo replied carefully. "You've gotta admit, it's not every day you see a grown man with a pink silk ribbon tied in his hair!"
(NOTE: I ACCEPT NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR THAT.)
Prompt: Laptop Computers
It hadn't taken Firo too long to figure out how to work the odd typewriter-things he and Luck had found in their rooms the morning after moving in. Typing on them wasn't really much different from using a normal typewriter, and that Internet thing was pretty fun, for the most part (there had been that one instance where an persistant screen kept popping up with http://www.4chan.org and insisting that blue meant click, but Firo tried hard not to think about that). Once he'd really gotten the hang of things, he'd figured out how to get it to play movies, and he and Luck had spent an evening sitting comfortably together on his bed, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder, the laptop playing black and white videos that made them miss home just a little.
Prompt: Chewing on Nails
Firo fidgeted a lot. It was something Luck had become used to since childhood. Whenever he was lost in thought, or uncomfortable, or just plain fidgety, Firo would play with his hat, tap his feet, drum his fingers on the table, or any other variety of things.
Luck wasn't free of bad habits, though. Whenever he was thinking or worrying too hard, or momentarily forgot himself, he'd bite at the edge of his thumbnail. It was a surprisingly childish habit for a highly respected mafia boss, but he never could quite break himself of the habit. But that had absolutely nothing to do with the way Firo grinned at him when he caught him doing it, really.
Will very likely be added to.
Prompt: Chocolate
Luck was a little startled when he opened the door to see a huge box piled high with chocolate bars standing in the doorway, a familiar green hat barely visible behind them.
"...Firo, what--?" was all he managed to get out before the box pushed past him, and Firo unceremoniously dropped it onto a table.
"Isaac and Miria," he replied breathlessly, flopping into a nearby chair. "Decided to bring Ennis a present."
"And you brought it here?" Luck was still confused.
"This is only one box," said Firo, looking pained. "Out of eighty."
Prompt: Mistletoe
Neither of them had believed the warnings they'd heard about Camp's mistletoe, so when they returned to Luck's room to play cards, they didn't think much of the small sprig that had begun to grow in the corner.
Halfway through their sixth hand of poker, the plant had spread, and their cards were tossed aside in favor of clutching at shoulders and burying fingers in hair, mouths colliding hotly. They stumbled toward Luck's bed, hats and ties and jackets and suspenders and shirts trailing behind them.
Ten minutes later, they believed the warning about breaking the no-sex rule, too.
Prompt: Silk Ribbons
<@pie> silk rbbons?
<@Firo> ......
<@pie> WHAT
<@pie> THAT SHOULD BE PLENTY FOR A FANGIRL'S MIND ;;
<@Firo> NATURALLY THE FIRST THING I COME UP WITH IS BONDAGE aasdklsfd
<@pie> .............
<@pie> 8DDD
<@Firo> ...............i am (probably) not writing you firoluck bondage.
A smile passed over Luck's lips as Firo finished tying the strip of smooth fabric. He hadn't been entirely sure if Firo would be okay with his request, but he was pleased when the younger man was willing to comply.
"So? How does it look?" Luck asked.
Firo inspected his work for a moment, and broke into a grin. "Better than I expected it to, actually."
"You didn't think it would look good?" Luck frowned.
"I wasn't sure," Firo replied carefully. "You've gotta admit, it's not every day you see a grown man with a pink silk ribbon tied in his hair!"
(NOTE: I ACCEPT NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR THAT.)
Prompt: Laptop Computers
It hadn't taken Firo too long to figure out how to work the odd typewriter-things he and Luck had found in their rooms the morning after moving in. Typing on them wasn't really much different from using a normal typewriter, and that Internet thing was pretty fun, for the most part (there had been that one instance where an persistant screen kept popping up with http://www.4chan.org and insisting that blue meant click, but Firo tried hard not to think about that). Once he'd really gotten the hang of things, he'd figured out how to get it to play movies, and he and Luck had spent an evening sitting comfortably together on his bed, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder, the laptop playing black and white videos that made them miss home just a little.
Prompt: Chewing on Nails
Firo fidgeted a lot. It was something Luck had become used to since childhood. Whenever he was lost in thought, or uncomfortable, or just plain fidgety, Firo would play with his hat, tap his feet, drum his fingers on the table, or any other variety of things.
Luck wasn't free of bad habits, though. Whenever he was thinking or worrying too hard, or momentarily forgot himself, he'd bite at the edge of his thumbnail. It was a surprisingly childish habit for a highly respected mafia boss, but he never could quite break himself of the habit. But that had absolutely nothing to do with the way Firo grinned at him when he caught him doing it, really.