Drabbles for Hammel
Nov 4, 2010 1:13:23 GMT -5
Post by Cobalt Weaver on Nov 4, 2010 1:13:23 GMT -5
A/N: Because I love you, Hammel, have some of my terrible drabbles. >.<; *flees*PS: special thanks to Steph and Dryope, for letting me steal their characters. I am never giving them back. Mwahaha.
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Favoritism is Never the Answer
“Thanks again for inviting me over, Leila. It was very kind of you.” Josh grinned over the brim of his cup as he took a sip of wine. He looked gratefully anxious. As only Josh could. Leila beamed at him.
“’Course. It’s not like I see you all the time or anything.” She rolled her eyes, her hair fluttering in her ever-present breeze. “Besides, if I don’t get this one out of the house every so once in a while, I’m afraid he’ll forget to feed himself and I’ll find him floating around at the bottom of his fishbowl.” She shot Cobalt a mischievous grin from across the table. Cobalt smirked at her, chewing on a mouthful of food.
“You’re awfully fond of comparing me to animals, aren’t you?” He said, his mouth still partially full, “What am I, your employer, or your pet?”
Josh snorted a mouthful of wine into a napkin, laughing into his palms. Leila and Cobalt both laughed in return. Leila giggled, brushing her hair out of her face, “I dunno. Maybe if you ate more like a person and not a horse, I would be less inclined to compare you to various creatures.”
Josh coughed, smiling widely. “Aw, I don’t want to talk about table manners right now. I get enough of that at home with my mother.”
Cobalt shivered dramatically, “She’s a scary woman.”
Josh snorted, “What is this? Cobalt admitting he’s afraid of something? Someone call the media, the end of the world is nigh!”
“Oh look who thinks he’s so funny.” Cobalt rolled his eyes, raising an eyebrow, “And for your information, I’m not afraid of something, I’m afraid of your mother. Because I am convinced she can see into my soul. I am being entirely serious about this.”
Josh was laughing uproariously, slapping a hand on the table. Leila was giggling, her face hidden behind her hands. She surfaced for air, her face red with laughter. “You,” She gasped, affectionate exasperation in her voice, “Are the biggest dork in the entire world, oh my god.”
Cobalt scoffed, grinning more than he had in a long time, “Please. You’re the one who reads comic books. I’m just expressing a rational concern about a woman who may or may not be the most intimidating person I’ve ever met.”
“My god, what a feat.” Josh sighed, staring at the ceiling, a grin on his face, “My mother: the only thing that can stop Cobalt in his tracks.”
“It’s called having a desire to live.” Cobalt took another bite of food, “You don’t have to worry about that. You’re her son.”
Josh grinned wryly, “Yeah, well. I don’t know how far that’ll go, if I ever tell her I like men.”
Leila and Cobalt exchanged glances, not knowing what exactly to say. The feeling, however imagined, that familial love was conditional in the Bernstein family upset Cobalt, since he’d (tentatively, very tentatively) come to see them as the family he could have had. Leila just thought it was stupid that her friends couldn’t be happy. She took a sip of wine. “Well,” She said, “For what it’s worth, you’re my favorite.”
Josh laughed, surprise and glee on his face. He raised his fists in the air in mock triumph. “Yes!” He crowed, “The takeover plan is a success!”
Cobalt sputtered in mock offense, “How is Josh your favorite? I’ve known you far longer. Also, I sign your paycheck.”
Leila snorted, “Such as it is.” She laughed at Cobalt’s mock-outraged face, “Oh, all right. I guess you’re both my favorites. Geeze, you guys are such babies.”
Cobalt leaned back in satisfaction as Josh snickered, “That’s better.”
“Well, since I’m your first favorite, does that mean I can get cake first?” Josh asked, shooting a grin at Cobalt.
“What?” Cobalt laughed, “How are you the first favorite? I met her first. Ergo, first favorite, ergo, I get cake.”
“No, no,” Josh waved a finger in Cobalt’s face, “She said I was her favorite first. Ergo,” He made his voice exaggeratedly snotty and pulled a face to go with it, “I get cake.”
Leila threw back her head and laughed loudly, the wind around her rustling at the tablecloth. “All right, all right, you know what?” She wiped tears of mirth from her eyes, “New decree: Riley’s my favorite.”
“What?” Both men yelled simultaneously, twin looks of over-exaggerated shock and offense on their faces.
“But Riley’s not even here.” Josh pointed out, knocking his glasses askew to wipe at his eyes.
“Exactly!” Leila crossed her arms behind her head and leaned back, “He’s by far the least annoying of you three anyways, and since he’s not even here, he’s definitely least annoying. Ergo,” She made a stupid face, “He’s the favorite.”
Both Josh and Cobalt sputtered for a moment before Josh turned to Cobalt. “So who gets cake?” He asked, looking from Cobalt to Leila. Cobalt looked thoughtful, then grinned.
“I know who’s not getting some.” He gave Josh a look; Josh understood instantly.
“Right.” Josh and Cobalt exchanged a glance and then bolted out of their chairs, both sprinting to the kitchen. Leila sputtered, laughing and flailing.
“What?! Oh, no way, you guys get back here right now!” She leapt up and ran after them, shouting, “Get out of my kitchen!”
END
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Favoritism is Never the Answer
“Thanks again for inviting me over, Leila. It was very kind of you.” Josh grinned over the brim of his cup as he took a sip of wine. He looked gratefully anxious. As only Josh could. Leila beamed at him.
“’Course. It’s not like I see you all the time or anything.” She rolled her eyes, her hair fluttering in her ever-present breeze. “Besides, if I don’t get this one out of the house every so once in a while, I’m afraid he’ll forget to feed himself and I’ll find him floating around at the bottom of his fishbowl.” She shot Cobalt a mischievous grin from across the table. Cobalt smirked at her, chewing on a mouthful of food.
“You’re awfully fond of comparing me to animals, aren’t you?” He said, his mouth still partially full, “What am I, your employer, or your pet?”
Josh snorted a mouthful of wine into a napkin, laughing into his palms. Leila and Cobalt both laughed in return. Leila giggled, brushing her hair out of her face, “I dunno. Maybe if you ate more like a person and not a horse, I would be less inclined to compare you to various creatures.”
Josh coughed, smiling widely. “Aw, I don’t want to talk about table manners right now. I get enough of that at home with my mother.”
Cobalt shivered dramatically, “She’s a scary woman.”
Josh snorted, “What is this? Cobalt admitting he’s afraid of something? Someone call the media, the end of the world is nigh!”
“Oh look who thinks he’s so funny.” Cobalt rolled his eyes, raising an eyebrow, “And for your information, I’m not afraid of something, I’m afraid of your mother. Because I am convinced she can see into my soul. I am being entirely serious about this.”
Josh was laughing uproariously, slapping a hand on the table. Leila was giggling, her face hidden behind her hands. She surfaced for air, her face red with laughter. “You,” She gasped, affectionate exasperation in her voice, “Are the biggest dork in the entire world, oh my god.”
Cobalt scoffed, grinning more than he had in a long time, “Please. You’re the one who reads comic books. I’m just expressing a rational concern about a woman who may or may not be the most intimidating person I’ve ever met.”
“My god, what a feat.” Josh sighed, staring at the ceiling, a grin on his face, “My mother: the only thing that can stop Cobalt in his tracks.”
“It’s called having a desire to live.” Cobalt took another bite of food, “You don’t have to worry about that. You’re her son.”
Josh grinned wryly, “Yeah, well. I don’t know how far that’ll go, if I ever tell her I like men.”
Leila and Cobalt exchanged glances, not knowing what exactly to say. The feeling, however imagined, that familial love was conditional in the Bernstein family upset Cobalt, since he’d (tentatively, very tentatively) come to see them as the family he could have had. Leila just thought it was stupid that her friends couldn’t be happy. She took a sip of wine. “Well,” She said, “For what it’s worth, you’re my favorite.”
Josh laughed, surprise and glee on his face. He raised his fists in the air in mock triumph. “Yes!” He crowed, “The takeover plan is a success!”
Cobalt sputtered in mock offense, “How is Josh your favorite? I’ve known you far longer. Also, I sign your paycheck.”
Leila snorted, “Such as it is.” She laughed at Cobalt’s mock-outraged face, “Oh, all right. I guess you’re both my favorites. Geeze, you guys are such babies.”
Cobalt leaned back in satisfaction as Josh snickered, “That’s better.”
“Well, since I’m your first favorite, does that mean I can get cake first?” Josh asked, shooting a grin at Cobalt.
“What?” Cobalt laughed, “How are you the first favorite? I met her first. Ergo, first favorite, ergo, I get cake.”
“No, no,” Josh waved a finger in Cobalt’s face, “She said I was her favorite first. Ergo,” He made his voice exaggeratedly snotty and pulled a face to go with it, “I get cake.”
Leila threw back her head and laughed loudly, the wind around her rustling at the tablecloth. “All right, all right, you know what?” She wiped tears of mirth from her eyes, “New decree: Riley’s my favorite.”
“What?” Both men yelled simultaneously, twin looks of over-exaggerated shock and offense on their faces.
“But Riley’s not even here.” Josh pointed out, knocking his glasses askew to wipe at his eyes.
“Exactly!” Leila crossed her arms behind her head and leaned back, “He’s by far the least annoying of you three anyways, and since he’s not even here, he’s definitely least annoying. Ergo,” She made a stupid face, “He’s the favorite.”
Both Josh and Cobalt sputtered for a moment before Josh turned to Cobalt. “So who gets cake?” He asked, looking from Cobalt to Leila. Cobalt looked thoughtful, then grinned.
“I know who’s not getting some.” He gave Josh a look; Josh understood instantly.
“Right.” Josh and Cobalt exchanged a glance and then bolted out of their chairs, both sprinting to the kitchen. Leila sputtered, laughing and flailing.
“What?! Oh, no way, you guys get back here right now!” She leapt up and ran after them, shouting, “Get out of my kitchen!”
END
