title: give me a smile.
author: stoplight-melody
summary: "smile, gosh darn you!" [ficlet]
pairings: nigel/kuki friendshippy vagueness.
words: 357.
time: fifteen minutes.
written with: you can dance if you want to by men at work. (i don't even. . . )
Fingertips prodded at the corners of his mouth trying to stretch and pull his lips into a grin, a smile. His brows furrowed into a deeper knot as the owner of the fingers hovered in his face, strands of silky raven hair tickling his nose as she bent his neck back. "Smile, smile!" she cooed, lips over emphasizing every syllable. "Smile, Numbuh One!"
Apparently, his attitude of the day was much too grumpy for her sunshiny way of life.
"Numbuh Three," the British boy began, sunglasses slipping towards his forehead. "Would you please refrain from touching me!"
Kuki pouted, bottom lip plumping. She flattened her warm hands against his sides of his head, thumbs still brushing his mouth. The girl seemed unaware of the vein pulsing in Nigel's temple, bulging to the surface in annoyance. "But you won't smile!" she wailed. Loudly.
"And I'm trying to assure you that that is not a calamity nor does it require your assistance in the first place!" he nearly yelled back as he swatted her hands away. She nearly fell from his lap in the process.
The Japanese girl let her cheeks inflate with air, a 'humph' noise sounding from her chest. "If you don't smile soon, mister, I swear I won't leave you alone the rest of the day!" she threatened, cupping the sides of his skull again with small but, strong hands. "You gotta smile!"
Nigel's gaze flickered towards his podium on which, a file on the Delightful Children from Down the Lane sat. He sent the folder a longing glance from the corner of his cerulean eyes. Whatever the Delightfuls were planning to do with the use of truckloads of shell-fish and tabasco sauce he didn't know but, he was determined to find out. . .
"I'm waiting!" Numbuh Three chirped.
. . . in peace.
Pushing back his annoyance with her, the impending fishing trip with his father and a multitude of other things; Nigel felt his lips twitch tentatively into something sorta kinda like a smile.
"Smile, smile," he grounded out through the desire to clench his teeth.
A high, high, high pitched squeal came next.
n/:
lookie, i fail nigel and kuki.
oh, well -- and please don't get me wrong, i know nigel loves kuki's friendship but, who wouldn't get annoyed with her, once and a while.
heh, friendship fics ftw!
i'll fix problems tomorrow after i, well, sleep for a loooooong time. it's 1:06 a:m now.
---kati.
codename: kids next door (c) mr. warburton.