Fic (well, drabble) for Kari
As you requested, Kari of mine, a Lamb drabble.
It's cute? And fluffyish. Yes. Also, keep in mind I haven't read this book since like. October.
Sticky
Apparently modern hotels are stupid. They are supposed to be cool, so that one can order room service in peace and quiet. Well. Peace and the hum of an air conditioner. A hotel with a broken air conditioner is like blasphemy. And hey, coming from me? That means a lot. It’s just... it’s so, so hot! It’s broken and hot and I don’t believe my skin is actually skin anymore. It may have, in the past two days, become some sweaty, gross, slime monster. Blech.
“Stop complaining!” comes Raziel’s voice from the room next door.
Shock. “I didn’t even *say* anything!”
“Hello, angel here? I can hear you thinking it.” Pause. “And complaining does not equal telling the story. Besides, can’t concentrate on ‘Days of Our Lives’ if you’re thinking so loudly.”
He? Is really, really annoying. Have I mentioned that? But. Right. Hot.
There was this one time when it was hot like this. Wait, wait, no. There were a lot of times when it was hot like this.
*******
Biff lay sprawled on the scratchy, dry grass, his legs sticking out in a way that couldn’t possibly be comfortable. Joshua sat crosslegged next to him, staring thoughtfully at the back of his house. Between the two boys, her head on Biff’s stomach and her legs sticking to Joshua’s knees, lay Maggie, grinning up at them.
“You make a nice pillow,” she said. “Warm and kinda squishy,” she added, pressing her head into Biff’s stomach to illustrate this.
Biff made a face. “And you are making me all sweaty and gross with all your hair,” he replied, picking up a section of it and letting it drop, sticking in a curl on his stomach.
“Well, I’m just so incredibly sad for you,” she mock-pouted.
“Jo-osh,” moaned Biff. “Tell Maggie to move her gross head or I’m cutting off all her hair.”
Joshua sighed, as he was wont to do in such situations, and pulled his gaze away from his very exciting house. “Maggie,” he said to her, resting a hand on her ankle. “Move your head or Biff is going to complain at us for three more hours.”
Biff stuck out his tongue, and Maggie grinned, laughing. She moved her head from side to side, the sweaty damp yet dryness of her hair moving across Biff’s stomach as she did so, and then sat up. She pulled Biff up with her, and adjusted herself so that they were sitting back to back.
“Why yes, feel free to pull my arms out of their sockets,” Biff said, rolling his eyes at the air in front of him.
Maggie reached behind her with one hand, pinching Biff’s arm lightly.
“Hey!”
“If you’re not going to be my pillow, you’re going to be my chair,” she stated simply, pressing her back against his.
“Meanie,” replied Biff, sticking out his lower lip.
Joshua just sighed and chuckled to himself, turning back to look at the house again.
It's cute? And fluffyish. Yes. Also, keep in mind I haven't read this book since like. October.
Sticky
Apparently modern hotels are stupid. They are supposed to be cool, so that one can order room service in peace and quiet. Well. Peace and the hum of an air conditioner. A hotel with a broken air conditioner is like blasphemy. And hey, coming from me? That means a lot. It’s just... it’s so, so hot! It’s broken and hot and I don’t believe my skin is actually skin anymore. It may have, in the past two days, become some sweaty, gross, slime monster. Blech.
“Stop complaining!” comes Raziel’s voice from the room next door.
Shock. “I didn’t even *say* anything!”
“Hello, angel here? I can hear you thinking it.” Pause. “And complaining does not equal telling the story. Besides, can’t concentrate on ‘Days of Our Lives’ if you’re thinking so loudly.”
He? Is really, really annoying. Have I mentioned that? But. Right. Hot.
There was this one time when it was hot like this. Wait, wait, no. There were a lot of times when it was hot like this.
*******
Biff lay sprawled on the scratchy, dry grass, his legs sticking out in a way that couldn’t possibly be comfortable. Joshua sat crosslegged next to him, staring thoughtfully at the back of his house. Between the two boys, her head on Biff’s stomach and her legs sticking to Joshua’s knees, lay Maggie, grinning up at them.
“You make a nice pillow,” she said. “Warm and kinda squishy,” she added, pressing her head into Biff’s stomach to illustrate this.
Biff made a face. “And you are making me all sweaty and gross with all your hair,” he replied, picking up a section of it and letting it drop, sticking in a curl on his stomach.
“Well, I’m just so incredibly sad for you,” she mock-pouted.
“Jo-osh,” moaned Biff. “Tell Maggie to move her gross head or I’m cutting off all her hair.”
Joshua sighed, as he was wont to do in such situations, and pulled his gaze away from his very exciting house. “Maggie,” he said to her, resting a hand on her ankle. “Move your head or Biff is going to complain at us for three more hours.”
Biff stuck out his tongue, and Maggie grinned, laughing. She moved her head from side to side, the sweaty damp yet dryness of her hair moving across Biff’s stomach as she did so, and then sat up. She pulled Biff up with her, and adjusted herself so that they were sitting back to back.
“Why yes, feel free to pull my arms out of their sockets,” Biff said, rolling his eyes at the air in front of him.
Maggie reached behind her with one hand, pinching Biff’s arm lightly.
“Hey!”
“If you’re not going to be my pillow, you’re going to be my chair,” she stated simply, pressing her back against his.
“Meanie,” replied Biff, sticking out his lower lip.
Joshua just sighed and chuckled to himself, turning back to look at the house again.