Xylophonists
Fang, in a particularly odd mood, entered the living room, finding Max on the floor tinkering with Angel's toy xylophone.
"Ello, love," he said.
She dropped the mallet, embarrassed to be caught playing the colorful little thing.
"Er, hey, Fang."
"Don't stop playing on account of me. If music be the food of love, play on."
"Cool it, Shakespeare."
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks," Fang said, sitting on the floor beside her.
"Well, me thinks you're a danged fool."
He put the mallet back in her hand and guided it over the xylophone, playing a lullaby-like melody he'd made up when playing with Angel.
"The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool."
"So you admit you're a fool?" she asked.
"I suppose."
She let go of the mallet, resting her head on his shoulder and smiling.
"Yeah, you are."
1.5 drabble requested by and therefore dedicated to miss independnt. The three Shakespeare quotes aren't mine, obviously.
So… that was all weird and cute and stuff. -twitch-
Er, review please? Another drabble coming tomorrow.
-Skye
(Oh, and there's a new Breaking Point chapter up for those of you who read that.)
