Fluffy Ficlet #3
From the prompts here
kgaleway suggested a bunch of stuff over AIM including Will/Kate "Butterflies"
Not very "fluffy" since they wont. stop. snarking.
Will stops in the hall just outside his office. One of his cabinets has been rolled out into the hall, along with his desk, chairs and everything that made up the little sitting area. He can hear Kate and Biggie arguing inside. They are accompanied by the sound of power tools. This is going to be an interesting day.
"No- hold- it-"
"Pull it to the right."
"Well the little bubble thing says mine is straight so pull yours!"
"Mine is straight."
"Well Will's office isn't in some kind of reality bending zone, so one of us has to be wrong!" There is a pause then Kate asks, "his office isn't in a some kind of abnormal zone, right?"
Will enters as Biggie begins chuckling. They are assembling a cage around an ugly tree. It has been placed in front of his windows, the pot rolled in on casters with a tarp beneath. The mesh of the cage is very fine and Will arches an eyebrow. "Good morning."
"Hey Will," Kate says, picking up a power drill and screwing the wooden frame in to place with a few brackets.
"Hey," Biggie grunts, large hands delicate as he begins to unroll the mesh around the frame.
"So let's pretend I have no idea what you're doing," he gestures to the tree with his morning coffee.
"Well it just so happens," Kate says as she begins to staple the mesh down, "that your office is exactly the perfect location for these guys." She points at the large and ugly growths dangling off the twisted, weathered, ancient looking tree.
"Morpho iristus ferrus," Biggie supplies.
"Butterflies," Will says.
"Yeah they kinda look like dried dog poo right now, but Magnus says they're pretty when they hatch."
Will gives her a look then shrugs and goes back into the hall to sit at his desk and work. About an hour later they're finished with the cage structure - presumably to keep whatever hatches from eating his paperwork - and Biggie carts off the building materials.
"Come on, I'll help move the desk," Kate says.
"So how long do I have the new office mates?" Will asks as they maneuver his file cabinet into some free space on the opposite wall from where it had been. They're ugly as hell, which Will supposes is to their benefit since who'd like to eat anything that looks so...unappetizing.
"Two months." She grunts in effort as she shoves the file cabinet into place. She straightens, blowing out a breath as she surveys the office with a satisfied look.
"Two months?" Will shakes his head and sighs. It's not the worst interruption he could have, he guesses. Better than babysitting the nubbins or a colicky gryphon or something equally time consuming.
Kate retrieves one of the chairs from the hall and drops into it. "Aw come on. It's not that bad."
"Yeah, could be worse," he agrees. "So?"
"So what?" she asks, the picture of innocence.
"My desk."
"What about it?"
"It's in the hall."
Kate looks over where he's gesturing. "So it is."
"So?"
"Yes, William?"
"Are you going to help me move it back?"
"What, a strapping young gentleman such as yourself can't move a desk all on his own?"
Will gave her a look. Kate smirked and got up to help him move the desk back.
A great deal of shoving and one rather large scrape in the wood floor later, Will had his office back, plus one rather gnarled tree and some dead-looking chrysalises. He crosses his arms and contemplates the new addition. Kate leans an elbow on his shoulder. He's not sure how she manages to do that given their relative heights. It must be her boots. Will glances at her out of the corner of his eye. Whatever product she puts in her hair has a very faint floral scent.
"Well, they say people should have plants in their offices."
"They do not say that."
"You sure? Your office is suddenly way more interesting. Feng Suoy or something. Soo-ee? Whatever."
Will rolls his eyes. "So do I have to water the tree or anything?"
"Nah. It's on my rotation."
An eyebrow lifts. "Your rotation? What if my office is locked?"
It's a stupid question. Will knows this as soon as he asks it. He doesn't even need to see her expression to know what it is. "Okay yes, that was a dumb statement."
She pats his arm. "You said it, not me." Kate resumes leaning.
"What do they look like anyway?"
"Oh!" she makes for his desk, taking over his chair and booting up his computer again. "It's totally awesome." Her fingers wiggle for a moment over the keys in excitement, waiting for the machine to start. She begins typing.
Will leans over to see what shows up on screen. The butterflies are on the large side and are a metallic iridescent color. He quickly reads, then rereads, the data. "Those are- Those are predatory metallic butterflies."
"I know!" Kate is gleeful. "They're heavy metal butterflies!"
"In my office."
"Yup." She's nodding and grinning and it's a little infectious.
"Predatory metallic butterflies."
"I'm gonna name them after my favorite experimental shredding metal bands." She's tips his chair back a bit and is grinning broadly at him.
"Experimental shredding metal bands."
"You're repeating a lot of things today. Maybe you should have the doc check your ears."
Will shakes his head, laughing a little because the situation is bizarre but not for here, which is probably why he thinks it's funny. It's an odd contradiction but it tends to help him fill his life with mirth.
She gets up and Will takes his chair back. she crouches down by the tree so she can examine just how ugly the things hanging from it are. They really do look like dried poo.
"Well I guess it's either that or naming them after glam rockers. Bowie? The members of KISS?" He pauses then adds, "Lady Gaga?" Kate makes a slightly disgusted-yet-amused noise. Will queues up his music software. She looks over sharply as the hook from Poker Face begins.
"Don't you dare!"
"Don't I dare what?" he asks, attempting to match her most innocent expressions.
"These are innocent chrysalises! They might imprint or something!"
"So they'll be fashionable, pop-y, yes tolerant predatory butterflies. It's kinda fitting for the whole aesthetic of her performance art when you think about it."
"Seriously!"
"Can't read my, Can't read My-"
"Argh! I'm going to have it in my head All. Day!"
Will probably was too, that was the problem with listening to Steve's music archive. He tended to enjoy earworms. He continued, watching in amusement as she stalked over. She smartly shut his speakers off then leaned over him in the chair, one arm on either side.
"Can't read my p-"
Her lips touched his, silencing him too. Suddenly there were butterflies of a different sort.
kgaleway suggested a bunch of stuff over AIM including Will/Kate "Butterflies"
Not very "fluffy" since they wont. stop. snarking.
Will stops in the hall just outside his office. One of his cabinets has been rolled out into the hall, along with his desk, chairs and everything that made up the little sitting area. He can hear Kate and Biggie arguing inside. They are accompanied by the sound of power tools. This is going to be an interesting day.
"No- hold- it-"
"Pull it to the right."
"Well the little bubble thing says mine is straight so pull yours!"
"Mine is straight."
"Well Will's office isn't in some kind of reality bending zone, so one of us has to be wrong!" There is a pause then Kate asks, "his office isn't in a some kind of abnormal zone, right?"
Will enters as Biggie begins chuckling. They are assembling a cage around an ugly tree. It has been placed in front of his windows, the pot rolled in on casters with a tarp beneath. The mesh of the cage is very fine and Will arches an eyebrow. "Good morning."
"Hey Will," Kate says, picking up a power drill and screwing the wooden frame in to place with a few brackets.
"Hey," Biggie grunts, large hands delicate as he begins to unroll the mesh around the frame.
"So let's pretend I have no idea what you're doing," he gestures to the tree with his morning coffee.
"Well it just so happens," Kate says as she begins to staple the mesh down, "that your office is exactly the perfect location for these guys." She points at the large and ugly growths dangling off the twisted, weathered, ancient looking tree.
"Morpho iristus ferrus," Biggie supplies.
"Butterflies," Will says.
"Yeah they kinda look like dried dog poo right now, but Magnus says they're pretty when they hatch."
Will gives her a look then shrugs and goes back into the hall to sit at his desk and work. About an hour later they're finished with the cage structure - presumably to keep whatever hatches from eating his paperwork - and Biggie carts off the building materials.
"Come on, I'll help move the desk," Kate says.
"So how long do I have the new office mates?" Will asks as they maneuver his file cabinet into some free space on the opposite wall from where it had been. They're ugly as hell, which Will supposes is to their benefit since who'd like to eat anything that looks so...unappetizing.
"Two months." She grunts in effort as she shoves the file cabinet into place. She straightens, blowing out a breath as she surveys the office with a satisfied look.
"Two months?" Will shakes his head and sighs. It's not the worst interruption he could have, he guesses. Better than babysitting the nubbins or a colicky gryphon or something equally time consuming.
Kate retrieves one of the chairs from the hall and drops into it. "Aw come on. It's not that bad."
"Yeah, could be worse," he agrees. "So?"
"So what?" she asks, the picture of innocence.
"My desk."
"What about it?"
"It's in the hall."
Kate looks over where he's gesturing. "So it is."
"So?"
"Yes, William?"
"Are you going to help me move it back?"
"What, a strapping young gentleman such as yourself can't move a desk all on his own?"
Will gave her a look. Kate smirked and got up to help him move the desk back.
A great deal of shoving and one rather large scrape in the wood floor later, Will had his office back, plus one rather gnarled tree and some dead-looking chrysalises. He crosses his arms and contemplates the new addition. Kate leans an elbow on his shoulder. He's not sure how she manages to do that given their relative heights. It must be her boots. Will glances at her out of the corner of his eye. Whatever product she puts in her hair has a very faint floral scent.
"Well, they say people should have plants in their offices."
"They do not say that."
"You sure? Your office is suddenly way more interesting. Feng Suoy or something. Soo-ee? Whatever."
Will rolls his eyes. "So do I have to water the tree or anything?"
"Nah. It's on my rotation."
An eyebrow lifts. "Your rotation? What if my office is locked?"
It's a stupid question. Will knows this as soon as he asks it. He doesn't even need to see her expression to know what it is. "Okay yes, that was a dumb statement."
She pats his arm. "You said it, not me." Kate resumes leaning.
"What do they look like anyway?"
"Oh!" she makes for his desk, taking over his chair and booting up his computer again. "It's totally awesome." Her fingers wiggle for a moment over the keys in excitement, waiting for the machine to start. She begins typing.
Will leans over to see what shows up on screen. The butterflies are on the large side and are a metallic iridescent color. He quickly reads, then rereads, the data. "Those are- Those are predatory metallic butterflies."
"I know!" Kate is gleeful. "They're heavy metal butterflies!"
"In my office."
"Yup." She's nodding and grinning and it's a little infectious.
"Predatory metallic butterflies."
"I'm gonna name them after my favorite experimental shredding metal bands." She's tips his chair back a bit and is grinning broadly at him.
"Experimental shredding metal bands."
"You're repeating a lot of things today. Maybe you should have the doc check your ears."
Will shakes his head, laughing a little because the situation is bizarre but not for here, which is probably why he thinks it's funny. It's an odd contradiction but it tends to help him fill his life with mirth.
She gets up and Will takes his chair back. she crouches down by the tree so she can examine just how ugly the things hanging from it are. They really do look like dried poo.
"Well I guess it's either that or naming them after glam rockers. Bowie? The members of KISS?" He pauses then adds, "Lady Gaga?" Kate makes a slightly disgusted-yet-amused noise. Will queues up his music software. She looks over sharply as the hook from Poker Face begins.
"Don't you dare!"
"Don't I dare what?" he asks, attempting to match her most innocent expressions.
"These are innocent chrysalises! They might imprint or something!"
"So they'll be fashionable, pop-y, yes tolerant predatory butterflies. It's kinda fitting for the whole aesthetic of her performance art when you think about it."
"Seriously!"
"Can't read my, Can't read My-"
"Argh! I'm going to have it in my head All. Day!"
Will probably was too, that was the problem with listening to Steve's music archive. He tended to enjoy earworms. He continued, watching in amusement as she stalked over. She smartly shut his speakers off then leaned over him in the chair, one arm on either side.
"Can't read my p-"
Her lips touched his, silencing him too. Suddenly there were butterflies of a different sort.