Disclaimer: I don't own Artemis Fowl.
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"Sluuuuuuurp."
Artemis winced at the sound. "Beckett," he chiseled his brother, "Stop slurping your spaghetti."
"Phmy?" he asked with a mouthful of said spaghetti, some even straying on his chin.
"And stop talking with your mouth full," the older Fowl scolded, "You will choke. And it is not polite."
"So it's rude?" Myles asked, thankfully, with an empty mouth, as he daintily –or as daintily as a four-year-old could- wiped his chin free of sauce.
Artemis blinked. Myles liked to play around with words nowadays, correcting grammar in conversations and rephrasing sentences. "Yes, it is rude," he agreed.
A tongue poked out from the mass of spaghetti in Beckett's mouth, but he chewed through the mass of noodles anyway, cleaning his chin with his sleeve.
The room was silent again, except from the occasional clinking of chopsticks against china, when…
"SLUUUUUUUURP."
"Beckett!" This time it was Angeline who cried out. "Didn't you hear your brother just now? Stop slurping!"
"Beckett thought slurping for soup only," the more… childish of the Fowl twins said, using the chopsticks to scoop more spaghetti into his mouth.
"It doesn't matter," Artemis Fowl the first said, "as long as you're making that slurping sound, it counts as slurping."
"I think it is time for the boys to learn some table manners," Artemis junior proposed.
Beckett, horrified at the thought of more lessons on –to him- 'useless' things, quickly thought of a distraction.
"Pastaaaaaaaaaa~" he sang, letting the noodles drop from his mouth onto his lap, effectively distracting everyone and changing the topic altogether.
"Beckett!" The whole family of Fowl except Beckett cried out.
The oblivious one grinned and pointed to himself. "Beckett, me!" he said proudly as Angeline scooped him out of his high chair, muttering about 'getting the sauce stains out of the clothes'.
Artemis, having heard that, resolved to create a washing powder to successfully remove spaghetti sauce from fabric after dinner.
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A/N: I was inspired to write this as I was catching up on reading AF fanfics (and noticing the lack thereof) and eating my lunch of, yup, you guessed it, spaghetti.
Anyone else noticed the Hetalia reference? *grins* Don'thitmeplease~
I agree, not one of my best stories (being a sudden-inspiration-from-a-random-place type story and seeing that I haven't been reading AF lately), but reviews are very much appreciated!