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ways_back_room2021-02-19 08:13 am
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Hello Milli-Peoples! Welcome to yet another Friday DE with Bat!
I've got a busy morning today so I thought I would choose an activity you all can run with and hopefully have fun solo and then share with the class.
SO! Let's do a Fic Friday and let's let the robots be our guide.
Here is a Random Dialogue Generator.
Follow the link and click the button and get yourself a line of dialogue. Then pick a pup and write a fic incorporating that line somewhere.
Post in with your fic (any length!). Don't forget to let us know what your prompt was so we can all marvel at your creative genius.
I've got a busy morning today so I thought I would choose an activity you all can run with and hopefully have fun solo and then share with the class.
SO! Let's do a Fic Friday and let's let the robots be our guide.
Here is a Random Dialogue Generator.
Follow the link and click the button and get yourself a line of dialogue. Then pick a pup and write a fic incorporating that line somewhere.
Post in with your fic (any length!). Don't forget to let us know what your prompt was so we can all marvel at your creative genius.
no subject
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See that's not fanfic, that's just canon.
Look he HAD to marry the dolphin, it was the only way he could stop the creepy old man in the submarine from kidnapping Fujiko and setting off a nuclear war.no subject
"Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
Matt wakes up in a fog, but through the cloud he can hear the muted sounds of his watch ticking on the nightstand, a neighbor shifting around in the space down below, a pigeon shuffling back and forth on the window ledge outside, and the soft padding of feet on the floor boards coming from the living room.
It's the footsteps that drag him closer to awake, and he turns his head as Claire enters the room; her feet bare and a hot cup of tea cradled between her palms.
She approaches the bed, setting the mug down beside his watch, and sits on the edge of the mattress, her hip resting against his thigh.
"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" she asks, her voice sounding still rough with sleep.
The question has the same reaction as smelling salts, Matt immediately snaps to and like a punch drunk boxer he tries to piece together the current situation and recent events.
"What-- what-- " is all he manages to say before he bites off his words in a pained curse and Claire stops him from trying to sit up by placing a firm palm against his chest.
"Easy," she warns him. "It's all fun and games until someone collapses their lung again."
Matt settles back, teeth grit while he rides the tide of pain until it subsides.
Claire busies herself with checking over bandages and his injuries, and making sure the valve stuck in his chest is still venting well.
"Pneumothorax is a bitch, I thought you would have learned that after the first time," Claire comments, her disapproval clearer as Matt gathers his senses together.
"I did," Matt rasps, working his throat and finding a stronger voice to ask, "What happened?"
"You tell me," Claire says, drawing back to look at him. "I got a call that sounded like you falling down the stairs before hanging up.
"I thought to myself, it could have just been a butt dial, or maybe Matt had himself too much of a good time and now he's bleeding out somewhere."
Matt can't help it, her sardonic attitude makes him chuckle and he can feel the glare she levels on him for it.
"Sorry," he says, not sorry at all.
"Lucky for me you were here, because I wasn't about to go running around checking every rooftop in Hell's Kitchen," she says, an honest sound of relief and gratitude underneath her ire.
"I'm sorry," he says again, and this time he means it.
She fusses a little longer before she's satisfied, and Matt uses the time to try and put together just what the hell happened.
Lifting her tea, Claire blows on it and the air fills with the scent of oolong and honey, the sweet aroma no blocker for all the blood but, it's a nice smell anyways.
Silence settles and she sips her tea while Matt works on breathing, matching the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest to the steady sounds of her heartbeat.
"You should get some rest," Claire says at last, her voice soft with concern. "I'll be right out there if you need me."
"You're staying?" Matt asks, a touch surprised.
"Mm," she responds, "for awhile. Just to make sure you don't do anything else stupid, like dying."
Matt gives a chuckle that hurts, but his smirk covers the pain and he breathes deep and releases it slow to recover.
"I'll be alright," he says.
"Of course you will," she replies.
Reaching over, Claire combs her fingertips through his hair, trailing her touch down to his jaw before her palm slides along his cheek and pulls away.
"Get some rest," she says, standing up.
Matt nods and follows the sounds of her footsteps as Claire leaves the room.
Re: "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
A boy needs his father
As if on cue, Tybalt spotted the Abyssinian following him in the shadows and smiled at Raj. "Peace, nephew. Join me?"
Raj waited a moment before running and leaping onto Tybalt's shoulders. Stepping into the Shadows and entering their Court, Tybalt decided he would be a true father for the boy, as well as a king. For the good of Raj and of the Court Raj would inherit.
Re: A boy needs his father
Re: A boy needs his father