Disclaimer: What belongs to Studio Ghibli and Hayao Miyazaki belongs to Studio Ghibli and Hayao Miyazaki.
Author's Note: This has FAILURE written all over it, but 100 Theme Challenge I ACCEPT YOU!
Seeing as will include drabbles for Spirited Away, Howl's Moving Castle, and Princess Mononoke in addition to Kiki's Delivery Service, this will soon be moved to a crossover category of some sort. Hence the awful title ^^
~Witches, Wizards, Warriors and Wraiths~
87. All I Have
318 Words
"All it takes is a bit of twisting and tweaking and whammo! Good as new!" With an accompanying grin for the little witch beside him, Tombo heaved himself by the haunches to admire his handiwork. His hair had somehow mussed itself all on its own, and his freckles ad never looked more orange. "Are there more leaking faucets you need me to fix?"
The reassuring smile made Kiki, who had been quietly observing Tombo's trial-and-error for the past 7 minutes as she boiled cold milk over the stove, feel twice as embarrassed and all of a sudden so shy.
Tombo's wrist went up to push his glasses over his freckles and his eyes, magnifying their innocent, almost goofy confusion. "Is something wrong?"
Kiki wanted to hide her face into a freezer, but settling to grab two mugs from the cabinet instead. "It's just that, whenever we stop by the bakery, I end up offering you tea or cake and then..."
"Don't worry, I've gotten used to carrying this beauty around with me," he said, laughing good-naturedly and plunging his screwdriver his back pocket to make his point. Accepting Kiki's mug of hot cocoa and sitting back to survey Jiji and his wicker basket of kittens, he quickly added: "And besides, these little guys count as bonuses. Have they all got names?"
Kiki eyed him curiously over the rim of her mug. "Tombo, you've known their names for weeks now."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do. You even know the difference between Georgie and Winnie and May!"
"Nope," Tombo replied cheekily, just as quickly as Kiki's temper was flaring. "Totally forgot. Maybe you're the one who needs to wear a helmet when they go flying, not me."
As they continued with their banter, Tombo's hand crept to his back pocket, drew out the tool, and fumbled to loosen the closest screw on his chair just enough without being noticed.