Title: Chopsticks
Author: Gh0st
Series: LOST SOULS
Warning: None. Just the usual Steve Finn swearing
Disclaimer: I hate to say, I don't own these boys I adore so much, they belong to the lovely Poppy Z. Brite.
Notes: Inspired by something that happened while me and my soulmate were out having a meal. So again, a little gift for her mainly.
"Fucking shut up."
Steve glared across the table for a second, lowering his gaze then to the tools of annoyance in his hand. Well shit, they even came with instructions. This however, didn't stop Ghost from snickering at Steve's lack of talent with chopsticks.
Hungry? Yeah. Let's head over to that Chinese place. Expensive. But hungry. And yes, hunger had far overcame the prices. Where else were they going to find a hefty amount of meat so close to restaurant closing time?
So there they were, the infamous traveling duo Lost Souls? settled down at a table for two watching fish in a tank bubble contently. And Steve seemed to find it an annoyance than Ghost was just as content as the damn fish to watch them shuffle up and down aimlessly.
When the food actually arrived, to Steve's horror he'd been presented by these sticks.
"...what am I supposed to do with these things, try and start up a camp fire?" he'd grumbled, fondling with the sticks and finding grasping them a hopeless activity.
It was that time the first giggle was heard and Ghost introduced Steve to the wonders of the instructions.
"...fucking shut up...."
Of course, watching Steve trying to solve the riddle of these instructions made Ghost's amusement even worse.
"I mean it, Ghost, shut the fuck up."
"Do you need help?" the pale haired boy asked with a little smile.
Steve wondered for a moment or two. True, Ghost helping meant he would get to actually eat the food in front of him, but at the same time he'd be hearing 'Remember when you couldn't use the chopsticks that one time?' for months, no, years after that.
"No."
Ghost shrugged, settling back into his meal, though ever now and then catching sight of how Steve was trying to work those strange pale sticks into a position in which he could use them. It really was one of the strangest sights Ghost had seen in a long time- Steve Finn being beaten by eating apparatus.
"Ghost, shut the fuck up will ya?!"
"...I could help you if you wanted..."
No fucking way. Damned hippy stick-using-freak.
Ghost blinked some, what a colourful little thought Steve had had in reply to his vocal question. It only served to make the blue-eyed boy laugh harder.
Finally, giving a snarl, partly anger and partly pure anger, Steve drove the end of one of chopsticks down through a chunk of meet and lifted it kebab style and shoved it into his mouth, smirking at Ghost.
"There. Figured it out."
"That's just stabbing at it though..."
"It's fucking working with what ya got to fill your stomach, now shut up with that damn giggling and eat."
Ghost smiled, shaking his head a little and resumed eating as he'd been told, leaving Steve to do one of the things he did best- stabbing violently at something. Even though they got some odd looks and several slices of meet go flying off their table, at least the food was good and the company was even better.