820. Six Impossible Things Meme

[faiththatfuelsu]

Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast!
~ Lewis Carroll's The White Queen in Through the Looking Glass

Whether it's having a vampire as a babysitter, suddenly finding oneself in the distant past (or future), or falling down a rabbit hole, there are certain things that our muses find impossible.

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David || Animorphs || Open

[sixthanimorph]

1. David tries to make things right after he turns on the Animorphs.
2. David and Rachel reconcile - ultimate ass-kicking team-up optional.
3. David skips town after turning on the Animorphs instead of hanging around to fight an unwinnable fight.
4. David gets talked out of chasing that damn blue box in favor of a more constructive hobby. I don't know, Yahtzee or something.
5. David gets over himself and puts his powers to good use somehow.
6. David joins someone's Legion of Doom. Let's face it, it was probably only a matter of time...

[sixthanimorph]

"Jake said he'd kill me if I didn't--"

Then it clicks.

"Oh. He's not gonna kill me. He's gonna get Rachel to do it, right?"

[superhawk]

< If you didn't what? >

[sixthanimorph]

"If I didn't come back after checking into that Holiday Inn, alright?! He flipped out about it, just because I didn't want to sleep in a lousy barn."

[superhawk]

< Jake said he would kill you? To you? >

[sixthanimorph]

"Yeah, to me. Don't try to act like you're surprised."

[superhawk]

Eventually, < Don't worry. It's not going to happen. >

[sixthanimorph]

"We'll see." He sighs and sits down on the forest floor, laying back against the tree he's perched in. "I really doubt him or the others are gonna be forgive-and-forget after last night."

#4

[morethanpasta]

Cooking is a nice hobby! You should try it! But please don't ask Arthur to teach you.

[sixthanimorph]

Should he mention that he once tried to light a bowl of cereal on fire? Probably not.

"Uh, I'm not real good at it. More of a fast food kinda guy. And who's Arthur?"

[morethanpasta]

Feli gives him a scathing look for the horrible crime of professing to like fast food. He crosses his arms in front of his chest and wrinkles his nose, all indignant defender of haute cuisine. "He's someone whose food is worse than fast food!" A huff. "You should learn to cook real food. It's yummier and it is a nice hobby!"

[sixthanimorph]

That's really the first time David's ever seen the cheerful little Italian boy get his dander up about anything, and it catches him off-guard enough that he's left without a response for a moment. "But I'm kinda... not a really good cook," he protests, even as he knows it's probably not gonna help. "I mean, if we're being honest? I'm probably a pretty bad cook."

Good cooking requires patience and attentiveness, two qualities David's never had in much abundance.

[morethanpasta]

"Cooking is a nice hobby," Feliciano states for the third time. He manages to say it in the kind of "leaves no room for disagreement" tone of voice most people reserve for matters of life or death, while he prefers to reserve it for the truly important matters such as food.

He takes a little step forward and he's all sunny smiles and sweet trilling voice again. "If David is a bad cook, I will just have to turn you into a good cook, ve~! I'm the best, I'm going to teach you to make yummy pasta and pizza and risotto and," his eyes widen gleefully, "gelato!"

[sixthanimorph]

Welp, what can he really say to that? Arguing the point just isn't gonna work, not this time. "Yeah. Cooking's great," he says without much enthusiasm, because someone he just knows this is gonna end with him in the kitchen and something burnt and him getting scolded. How has his life come to this?

"Are you trying to put me to work as your cook?" Because right now, that doesn't seem like such a far-fetched proposition. "I haven't even heard of half that stuff. I've heard of Jell-O, though. I could... probably make that. You just pour the powder into a bowl and add water, right?"

[morethanpasta]

Have an appalled look. If Feliciano had it in him, he would be glaring forbiddingly with all the force of a thousand suns or at least the force of Arthur after someone scorned his food. "That isn't cooking!" he gasps. "That is..." He trails off, at a loss what exactly it is. "That is mixing chemicals and water together," Feliciano says weakly. There are no fitting words to give voice to his disgust.

He gives a pouty huff. "And I'm not trying to put me to work as my cook!" He blows a raspberry, the very picture of wounded chef dignity. "David's being silly! I can cook for myself."

His stance relaxes, the body language softens. Feliciano tilts his head slightly to the side. "Ve~ wouldn't it be nice doing something fun together?"

[sixthanimorph]

And now David just looks surprised. Because, really, what he was expecting was a list of ingredients and instructions and then getting summarily banished sent to the kitchen. He hadn't really expected that he'd have help.

"You'd stick around?" he asks, not willing to let himself believe it. It might not be so bad with someone there with him.