Fishing
Title: Fishing
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Victor Borkowski and his dad
Prompt: 6. Hook
Word Count: 241
Rating: G
Summary: In which Mr. Borkowski tries to reconnect with his son.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes: Nothing to note. Just me being me.
Link: My Table
“Dad, it’s four in the morning,” Victor groaned, watching his father check the tackle box. “Sun’s not even up yet.”
“Best time for catching fish, kiddo. And how can I catch fish without my lucky worm spearer?” His father looked up with a small grin, reaching over to plop a floppy brown hat with little fish hooks stuck in the band on top of the spiky green carapace that covered his son’s head.
“Oh yay,” Victor muttered sarcastically. “Putting worms on hooks at four on a Saturday morning is my absolutely favorite thing.” He pulled the floppy brim of the hat down over his eyes.
“You used to love it.”
“I also used to run around with my underwear on my head pretending to be a a superhero, as Mom has happily told all of my friends. Doesn’t mean I think it’s a great idea now.” He pulled the hat back up, catching the hurt look on his father’s face. “… sorry. I’m kinda snotty before the sun’s up.”
“Yeah, you’re mom’s the same way. Just catch a nap in the back seat, I’ll wake you up when we get to the lake, okay?”
“Sure, Dad.”
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Victor Borkowski and his dad
Prompt: 6. Hook
Word Count: 241
Rating: G
Summary: In which Mr. Borkowski tries to reconnect with his son.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes: Nothing to note. Just me being me.
Link: My Table
“Dad, it’s four in the morning,” Victor groaned, watching his father check the tackle box. “Sun’s not even up yet.”
“Best time for catching fish, kiddo. And how can I catch fish without my lucky worm spearer?” His father looked up with a small grin, reaching over to plop a floppy brown hat with little fish hooks stuck in the band on top of the spiky green carapace that covered his son’s head.
“Oh yay,” Victor muttered sarcastically. “Putting worms on hooks at four on a Saturday morning is my absolutely favorite thing.” He pulled the floppy brim of the hat down over his eyes.
“You used to love it.”
“I also used to run around with my underwear on my head pretending to be a a superhero, as Mom has happily told all of my friends. Doesn’t mean I think it’s a great idea now.” He pulled the hat back up, catching the hurt look on his father’s face. “… sorry. I’m kinda snotty before the sun’s up.”
“Yeah, you’re mom’s the same way. Just catch a nap in the back seat, I’ll wake you up when we get to the lake, okay?”
“Sure, Dad.”