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glyficTitle: What about a Second Breakfast?
Author:malurette
Fandom: LastMan, cartoon
Characters: "Chubby", Siri McKenzie, Richard Aldana
Rating: PG / K+
Disclaimer: Vivès, Balak, Périn etc
Author’s note: ESL author with no beta-reader – if you spot any mistakes please do correct me.
Prompt: #19.08, "brunch" forfffc
Word count: 222
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A lazy sunday at the Club, technically still morning; Chubby calls for a day off everything: training, diet, stress... let's relax! It's time for a full continental brunch.
Anyway Richard got back very late the previous night and wouldn't be up for normal breakfast hours so he suggests they wait for him and feed him foods that'll put him back on his feet—he politely avoids the subject of what exactly might ail him this morning other than lack of sleep.
Siri doesn't question anything and just stuffs her face—nevermind that she already ate a first breakfast as soon as she woke up earlier anyway.
'It's incredible how a half pint like you can eat so much and stay so small', Richard mumbles over his coffee.
Siri shrugs. It's true that she's short and petite but well, she's eleven, isn't it normal?
'You're a hobbit, right? You should watch that your feet don't turn all hairy...
...or is that dwarves? can never remember that nerd stuff right...'
Siri hrumpfs and kicks him in the shin under the table. Or at least she tries too but she fails to connect. Richard laughs it off; he doubts it would hurt much even if she managed.
'Ok ok, let's say you're still growing and converting all that energy into potential centimeters, uh?'
Author:
maluretteFandom: LastMan, cartoon
Characters: "Chubby", Siri McKenzie, Richard Aldana
Rating: PG / K+
Disclaimer: Vivès, Balak, Périn etc
Author’s note: ESL author with no beta-reader – if you spot any mistakes please do correct me.
Prompt: #19.08, "brunch" for
fffcWord count: 222
A lazy sunday at the Club, technically still morning; Chubby calls for a day off everything: training, diet, stress... let's relax! It's time for a full continental brunch.
Anyway Richard got back very late the previous night and wouldn't be up for normal breakfast hours so he suggests they wait for him and feed him foods that'll put him back on his feet—he politely avoids the subject of what exactly might ail him this morning other than lack of sleep.
Siri doesn't question anything and just stuffs her face—nevermind that she already ate a first breakfast as soon as she woke up earlier anyway.
'It's incredible how a half pint like you can eat so much and stay so small', Richard mumbles over his coffee.
Siri shrugs. It's true that she's short and petite but well, she's eleven, isn't it normal?
'You're a hobbit, right? You should watch that your feet don't turn all hairy...
...or is that dwarves? can never remember that nerd stuff right...'
Siri hrumpfs and kicks him in the shin under the table. Or at least she tries too but she fails to connect. Richard laughs it off; he doubts it would hurt much even if she managed.
'Ok ok, let's say you're still growing and converting all that energy into potential centimeters, uh?'
