30_Kisses, Drabble 18: "say ahh...."
Title: Times With Cake
Author: jack_infinitude
Pairing: SargexCaboose
Fandom: Red Vs. Blue: The Blood Gulch Chronicles
Theme: "sah ahh...."; #18
Disclaimer: I do not own Red Vs. Blue, or Rooster Teeth. This is purely for my own enjoyment.
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“Say ahh!”
Sarge blinked. “What in Sam Hell are you doing, Caboose?”
“Feeding you!”
Sarge thought carefully before answering. When it came to Caboose, these things had to be handled with a certain precision. So, instead of taking issue with the statement, he examined the food on the end of the fork.
“Uh...what is it?”
“Cheesecake.”
“...How do you get cheesecake?”
“We got some new supplies,” Caboose replied happily, placing the loaded fork back down on the plate. “And then Grif-person came over, and he made a cheesecake for us!”
The blood in Sarge’s veins boiled. “What was GRIF doing there?!”
At that, the Blue frowned and tugged on a strand of his blonde bangs. “I’m not sure,” he admitted. “But he was probably trying to take care of Kitten.”
“...Kitten?”
“His sister.”
“Why...oh.”
Caboose nodded as if Sarge had actually made sense. “He comes over sometimes, to bake for us.”
“I didn’t know Grif could bake.”
“He says it’s because you have no flour.”
“He said --” Sarge gargled and began making strangling motions in mid-air. Caboose watched with interest.
Once the fit was over, he picked up the fork again and smiled at the man who was supposed to be his mortal enemy. “Say ahh!”
“I don’t want any -- grmph!” The cheesecake was stuffed in his mouth. Rather sullenly, Sarge chewed and swallowed.
Caboose kissed his cheek and smiled. “Good, isn’t it?”
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Author: jack_infinitude
Pairing: SargexCaboose
Fandom: Red Vs. Blue: The Blood Gulch Chronicles
Theme: "sah ahh...."; #18
Disclaimer: I do not own Red Vs. Blue, or Rooster Teeth. This is purely for my own enjoyment.
*****
“Say ahh!”
Sarge blinked. “What in Sam Hell are you doing, Caboose?”
“Feeding you!”
Sarge thought carefully before answering. When it came to Caboose, these things had to be handled with a certain precision. So, instead of taking issue with the statement, he examined the food on the end of the fork.
“Uh...what is it?”
“Cheesecake.”
“...How do you get cheesecake?”
“We got some new supplies,” Caboose replied happily, placing the loaded fork back down on the plate. “And then Grif-person came over, and he made a cheesecake for us!”
The blood in Sarge’s veins boiled. “What was GRIF doing there?!”
At that, the Blue frowned and tugged on a strand of his blonde bangs. “I’m not sure,” he admitted. “But he was probably trying to take care of Kitten.”
“...Kitten?”
“His sister.”
“Why...oh.”
Caboose nodded as if Sarge had actually made sense. “He comes over sometimes, to bake for us.”
“I didn’t know Grif could bake.”
“He says it’s because you have no flour.”
“He said --” Sarge gargled and began making strangling motions in mid-air. Caboose watched with interest.
Once the fit was over, he picked up the fork again and smiled at the man who was supposed to be his mortal enemy. “Say ahh!”
“I don’t want any -- grmph!” The cheesecake was stuffed in his mouth. Rather sullenly, Sarge chewed and swallowed.
Caboose kissed his cheek and smiled. “Good, isn’t it?”
*****