Button j/g for ven.
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Jamie/Geoffery
321 words for vensre
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There were three holes in the brown cardboard box.
Geoffrey had sat it in front of him. And while lots of things could be in a box with three holes, this box was different. This box was special. This box was from Geoff. And that meant that whatever was in the box was from him too. And since Geoff was only good things, that meant that whatever was in the box had to be good too.
"Have you guessed it yet?"
Jamie looked up from his study of the box and shook his head. Cocking his head slightly. Geoff was wearing his favorite jumper. Soft and grey and warm. It smelled like leaves and outside and Geoff and was almost enough to distract him. Had it been another day, a day without a box with three holes it would have. Today, however was a three-hole box day, and that meant something to look forward to.
"N-no. What-?"
It was then that a soft mew came from inside the cardboard.
Followed by another.
And another.
Geoff grinned and reached into the box. Carefully taking something small and fuzzy and grey out and placing it Jamie's arms.
"For you."
The kitten nuzzled close to his chest, settling in his arms, and began to purr.
Soft beneath his fingers, Jamie closed his eyes and lightly petted the wee creature. "What's it's name, what's it's name?" He breathed the question upwards, not daring to speak above a whisper for fear of disturbing the kitten, and not wanting to take his eyes away from it, for fear of it not being there when he looked back.
"Whatever you'd like it to be, love, he's yours. Your Mam said it would be alright..."
"He matches your buttons. On your jumper. Soft like it too."
"So he does."
"That's my favorite."
"I know."
Jamie tore his eyes from the kitten and smiled softly at Geoff. "Button. He's Button."
Jamie/Geoffery
321 words for vensre
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There were three holes in the brown cardboard box.
Geoffrey had sat it in front of him. And while lots of things could be in a box with three holes, this box was different. This box was special. This box was from Geoff. And that meant that whatever was in the box was from him too. And since Geoff was only good things, that meant that whatever was in the box had to be good too.
"Have you guessed it yet?"
Jamie looked up from his study of the box and shook his head. Cocking his head slightly. Geoff was wearing his favorite jumper. Soft and grey and warm. It smelled like leaves and outside and Geoff and was almost enough to distract him. Had it been another day, a day without a box with three holes it would have. Today, however was a three-hole box day, and that meant something to look forward to.
"N-no. What-?"
It was then that a soft mew came from inside the cardboard.
Followed by another.
And another.
Geoff grinned and reached into the box. Carefully taking something small and fuzzy and grey out and placing it Jamie's arms.
"For you."
The kitten nuzzled close to his chest, settling in his arms, and began to purr.
Soft beneath his fingers, Jamie closed his eyes and lightly petted the wee creature. "What's it's name, what's it's name?" He breathed the question upwards, not daring to speak above a whisper for fear of disturbing the kitten, and not wanting to take his eyes away from it, for fear of it not being there when he looked back.
"Whatever you'd like it to be, love, he's yours. Your Mam said it would be alright..."
"He matches your buttons. On your jumper. Soft like it too."
"So he does."
"That's my favorite."
"I know."
Jamie tore his eyes from the kitten and smiled softly at Geoff. "Button. He's Button."