FAKE Double Drabble: Way Too Bright
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badly_knittedTitle: Way Too Bright
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 500: Amnesty 50 at
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drabble_zone, using Challenge 434: Bright.Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: The sun this morning is too bright for comfort.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Ugh,” Dee groaned, pulling the covers over his head to block out the intrusive sunlight. “Too bright!”
Ryo snorted. “And to think that just a couple of days ago, you were complaining about grey skies and rain, and wishing the sun would hurry up and shine. Now it is, and you’re still complaining!” He closed the blinds. “Better?”
“No.” Dee’s voice was muffled by the bedcovers. “It’s still out there, waitin’ for me. Tell it to go ‘way.”
“If you’re expecting anything more from me in the way of sympathy, you’re not going to get it. It’s not my fault you’re hungover.”
“You’re a cruel man!”
“I told you you’d regret it come morning, but you said you’d be fine. Remind me which of us is right?”
“Shut up, I’ve got demons drivin’ icepicks into my frickin’ eyeballs! Someone musta spiked my drink!”
“Yes, of course. Who could possibly have put the alcohol in your whiskey? Or maybe it was the beer chasers that were the problem. Face it, Dee, the only person you have to blame is yourself.”
“Yeah, fine, rub it in, why don’t ya?”
“Just be grateful our friends agreed to switch. We’re on second shift today.”
The End
Ryo snorted. “And to think that just a couple of days ago, you were complaining about grey skies and rain, and wishing the sun would hurry up and shine. Now it is, and you’re still complaining!” He closed the blinds. “Better?”
“No.” Dee’s voice was muffled by the bedcovers. “It’s still out there, waitin’ for me. Tell it to go ‘way.”
“If you’re expecting anything more from me in the way of sympathy, you’re not going to get it. It’s not my fault you’re hungover.”
“You’re a cruel man!”
“I told you you’d regret it come morning, but you said you’d be fine. Remind me which of us is right?”
“Shut up, I’ve got demons drivin’ icepicks into my frickin’ eyeballs! Someone musta spiked my drink!”
“Yes, of course. Who could possibly have put the alcohol in your whiskey? Or maybe it was the beer chasers that were the problem. Face it, Dee, the only person you have to blame is yourself.”
“Yeah, fine, rub it in, why don’t ya?”
“Just be grateful our friends agreed to switch. We’re on second shift today.”
The End
