I love drabbles.
Summary: A series of short drabbles that come to me while I'm doing odd things. Like sleeping, or trying to write for another ficclet. This one is just cute, but expect more Connor/Murphy, and twincest (You already knew that, though) in the future. rated mostly for language, becasue our boys keep swearing.
Warnings: Twincest (As stated above)..Uh...Bad accents. Stupid humor that makes sense to me, and Murphy(Norman Reedus... in ANYTHING) being too fucking hot for his own good. That's not a warning though. That just makes my fangirls squeal. -charming grin-
Ookami: Fuckin' idiot... -grumbles- Now you're writing about twincest? i thought you could sink no lower!
You're so...mean to me. -glares- Anyway, enjoy my drabbles!
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'Boondock Drabbles'
Drabble Number One:
'Darning.'
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"What're y'doin'?" Asked a rather confused Murphy as he came in through the door to their loft.
"Darning." Replied Connor as he pulled another stitch through his sock.
"For fuck's sake, man, at least say 'damn'."
Connor rolled his eyes and glanced up, a piece of thread between his lips, "You darn your socks, brother. You don't damn 'em… Makes no sense." Another stitch through his sock before the thread left his lips and was replaced by a cigarette.
Murphy picked up the pack from the table and shook it, before he gave his twin the evil eye. "Is tha' the last of our smokes?"
"Aye." Replied Connor as he lit it and took a deep drag, letting the smoke furl out through his nostrils, "S' good, too."
"Fucking bastard!" Murphy raged as he took off his coat and tossed it towards Connor. It fell of the other mans head and he sat there for a moment before throwing it off. Smoke curled from the wool as a small burn hole smoldered gently in the dim light of their loft.
"Burn hole in yer coat, brother."
Murphy growled and snorted as he moved to the kitchen and reached for a beer in the 'fridge. He scowled at Connor as he popped the tab and drank deep. He stood for another moment before he moved and flopped onto the bed, beside Connor. "Bastard."
"If I am, then so are you." Connor chuckled softly as he pulled another stitch in his socks.
"Yer darning my God damn coat next!"
"Mend, brother."
"Oh, fuck off…" Muttered Murphy as he slouched, his back against his brothers arm. The last beer and the last smoke…
They traded off and on until both were done.
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I got this idea when I was darning my own socks. Though, I didn't have someone to argue with. XD