A very short drabble I had sudden inspiration for out of my own life. I ordered a trampoline and it broke during shipping, so this little oneshot popped into my head. Hope you enjoy.
I learned in history today that when the White House was burned down during the war of 1812, A simultaneous hurricane and tornado took out the British platoon responsible. Deus ex Machina for the win!
Trampolines
"What do you mean 'broken in shipping'?!" A snarling demon hissed into the tiny silver device, hackles raised in irritation. After a few moments he growled again and slammed the face of the phone with an agitated thumb. He stomped around the carpeted room for a while, then opened the door and stepped outside into the early morning sunlight. The peaceful atmosphere was quickly ruined by a bloodcurdling roar reminiscent of an ancient beast.
His anger vented, he made his way back inside to resume his pacing. Avoiding a mid-sized metal table, he collapsed onto a dark leather couch, still muttering about idiots and bad shipping.
"Morons," he grumbled, stomping his way out of the warmly painted living room. His tangled black locks were attacked by a titanic hand and silver studs glinted in the morning light. The mammoth man made his way through the fair sized hall and into a butter yellow kitchen, collapsing in one of the several kitchen chairs. After tiredly placing a titanic hand on his brow for support, he let out the umpteenth sigh of his married life.
Petite hands started rubbing his massive shoulders, slowly but surely drawing out the tension. He let his weight fall forward on his hand even further, a low groan escaping his mouth.
"What happened, hun?" The small woman asked, still working the knots out of his shoulders. She flicked a stray lock of cerulean hair over her pale shoulder and resumed her self imposed job of assisting her husband.
"Idiots broke it while it was shipping over here. No idea what the hell I'm going to do!"
She blinked in surprise and took out a tiny red pen and swiftly writing the word iron in midair. Dropping the small word in front of him, she lifted herself onto the counter, facing im as he finally lifted his head. She kicked her legs, lips pursed in thought.
"Why not make one?" she mused, directing her words at the red eyed fiend before her. He raised a studded brow, prompting her to continue. "I mean Gajeel, you can manipulate metal, just make a frame and the parts and find instructions on putting the thing together.
"You may have a point," Gajeel snickered, a wide smirk appearing on his face. "Gihi!"
"OH MY GOODNESS!" A tiny girl squealed dancing in front of a large trampoline. She pounced on the iron dragon slayer with a squeal, hugging him as tightly as her little arms could.
"I LOVE YOU DADDY!" She screeched before pouncing off him and kicking her shoes to the ground.
"Gihihi," He chuckled, sitting up from his collapsed position on the grass. "Take that you damned name brand trampolines."
Really short, really drabble-ish, but hey, it's something that isn't for classes. Thanks for reading, leave o review and tell me what you think!
