FAKE Triple Drabble: Slip Of The Tongue
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badly_knittedTitle: Slip Of The Tongue
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo, Chief Smith.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: It’s unseasonably hot, and Dee only has one thing on his mind.
Written Using: The prompt ‘Strip’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
After a long day traipsing around the streets investigating yet another violent assault, since the unseasonal heat seemed to have set everyone on edge, making tempers short, and leading to frequent altercations, the only thing Dee wanted was to go home, strip off clothes that by now were glued to his body by sweat, and jump into the shower to cool off.
The thought of standing beneath a cascade of cold water was so enticing that he couldn’t think of anything else as he drove back to the precinct in a car that was like an oven turned up high. He felt like an overdone meatloaf, maybe even resembled one. How could it be so hot when it wasn’t even April yet? Less than two weeks ago, there’d been snow on the ground, and now temperatures were in the eighties. Not that he wanted to go back to freezing temperatures, snow, and ice, but couldn’t it have warmed up slowly so that everybody could have acclimatised gradually?
Beside him in the passenger seat, Ryo was slumped limply, unusually silent and sipping from a tepid bottle of water. The car’s A/C was on the fritz, it had been blowing hot air until they’d turned it off, so they had the windows rolled down a few inches, not that it helped much. When they were moving, they got a breath of breeze, but every time they stopped at a red light, all they got were traffic fumes. The end of shift couldn’t come soon enough.
Arriving back at the two-seven, leaving the car for the motor pool to sort out, the two detectives trudged upstairs to their office, hoping to turn the fan on.
“Laytner!” the Chief bellowed, and Dee spun towards him, meaning to say, “Sir?” Instead, what came out was, “Strip?”
Everyone within earshot burst out laughing, except for Ryo, who didn’t appear to have noticed the slip, and the Chief himself, who seemed stuck somewhere between frowning and scowling, but definitely unamused.
“D’you have heatstroke, Laytner?”
“It’s a distinct possibility.” Dee was never going to live this one down.
The End
The thought of standing beneath a cascade of cold water was so enticing that he couldn’t think of anything else as he drove back to the precinct in a car that was like an oven turned up high. He felt like an overdone meatloaf, maybe even resembled one. How could it be so hot when it wasn’t even April yet? Less than two weeks ago, there’d been snow on the ground, and now temperatures were in the eighties. Not that he wanted to go back to freezing temperatures, snow, and ice, but couldn’t it have warmed up slowly so that everybody could have acclimatised gradually?
Beside him in the passenger seat, Ryo was slumped limply, unusually silent and sipping from a tepid bottle of water. The car’s A/C was on the fritz, it had been blowing hot air until they’d turned it off, so they had the windows rolled down a few inches, not that it helped much. When they were moving, they got a breath of breeze, but every time they stopped at a red light, all they got were traffic fumes. The end of shift couldn’t come soon enough.
Arriving back at the two-seven, leaving the car for the motor pool to sort out, the two detectives trudged upstairs to their office, hoping to turn the fan on.
“Laytner!” the Chief bellowed, and Dee spun towards him, meaning to say, “Sir?” Instead, what came out was, “Strip?”
Everyone within earshot burst out laughing, except for Ryo, who didn’t appear to have noticed the slip, and the Chief himself, who seemed stuck somewhere between frowning and scowling, but definitely unamused.
“D’you have heatstroke, Laytner?”
“It’s a distinct possibility.” Dee was never going to live this one down.
The End
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Date: 2026-04-08 10:21 pm (UTC)Thank you!