Title::
Just follow the plan...
Words
:: 207
Birthday
Drabble Count
:: 2/42
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This had not gone according to plan. Ivan, sighing heavily, dragged his feet back to Miles' room while remembering the rather stinging lecture his mother had delivered but moments ago. Only the look of amusement in aunt Cordelia's eyes had saved him from utter despair. That and the niggling suspicion that he'd been set up for a fall, being the cute one and thus able to worm his way out of trouble with more ease.
A bright, disarming smile greeted his upon his return to the play room, the prize for all their efforts held up aloft proudly, the smell of freshly baked cookies redolent in the air. The casts on Miles' legs were bright in the sunlight streaming through the window, nary a mark upon them though the signs of heavy tear and wear were hard to miss.
"That was awesome, Ivan! You escaped! As a former prisoner of war, first pick is yours!"
Hrm. Maybe his cousin really hadn't planned for Ivan being caught after all, the delight on Miles' face, along with the obvious approval being something of a balm for his wounded pride. Satisfied with that thought, Ivan stepped forward to accept his accolades, all thoughts about exacting righteous retribution for the punishment inflicted upon him forgotten.