The West Wing - So Soft
Title: So Soft
Author: clair_de_lune
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 180
Prompt by niennanou: Leo, POTUS, yapping
A/N: This belongs to a batch of drabbles that I wrote in French a while ago, all prompted by one of my beta-readers who, as you’ll notice, is a mean, mean person ;) Thanks to slysionnachnano for the read-through.
Leo has known the President for forty years. He knew the President before he was the President. Even with his best try, he’s never sure about what will catch his attention any given day - it can depend on the weather, the front page of the Washington Post or a song he heard on the radio when he woke up - but he still can handle most of his good and bad moods. Appease him when it’s necessary, pep him up when he’s turning into Uncle Fluffy (© CJ Cregg), even straighten him when he goes astray.
But Leo really doesn’t know what he should do when he can hear him yap through the door like that. Honestly, he never knew and probably will never know how to prevent those so not presidential sounds. He tries not to look at Charlie, but it’s not easy since Charlie stands right before him and lifts his eyebrows, rightfully inquisitive.
“Leo...”
“Woman softball. Notre-Dame is getting a world class hammering,” he explains quickly. “Please close the doors between the Residence and the West Wing, Charlie.”
--oOo--
Author: clair_de_lune
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 180
Prompt by niennanou: Leo, POTUS, yapping
A/N: This belongs to a batch of drabbles that I wrote in French a while ago, all prompted by one of my beta-readers who, as you’ll notice, is a mean, mean person ;) Thanks to slysionnachnano for the read-through.
Leo has known the President for forty years. He knew the President before he was the President. Even with his best try, he’s never sure about what will catch his attention any given day - it can depend on the weather, the front page of the Washington Post or a song he heard on the radio when he woke up - but he still can handle most of his good and bad moods. Appease him when it’s necessary, pep him up when he’s turning into Uncle Fluffy (© CJ Cregg), even straighten him when he goes astray.
But Leo really doesn’t know what he should do when he can hear him yap through the door like that. Honestly, he never knew and probably will never know how to prevent those so not presidential sounds. He tries not to look at Charlie, but it’s not easy since Charlie stands right before him and lifts his eyebrows, rightfully inquisitive.
“Leo...”
“Woman softball. Notre-Dame is getting a world class hammering,” he explains quickly. “Please close the doors between the Residence and the West Wing, Charlie.”
--oOo--