Out of the closet
Disclaimer: Drop the Dragon Booster and put your hands in the air!
Author's note:
Challenge from LightningFlash
Moordryd and OCC of your choice locked in a closet.
Someone must say: "It is NOT pink!"
'HELLO? OPEN UP! COME ON! THERE HAS TO BE SOMEONE OUT THERE!' Cain slammed his fists against in the inside of the closet door, bellowing right up against the steel.
Moordryd was seated in a corner with his legs drawn up to his chin, staring blankly into the relative darkness.
'Forget it Cain.' He sighed, leaning his head back against the wall. 'No one's going to hear. They're all still running from the Dragon Booster.' He sounded rather bitter. In fact, the Dragon Booster was the reason they were stuck in there in the first place, so Moordryd was feeling excessively hostile to his foe at that point in time.
Cain sighed and put his forehead against the door.
'No one's that cowardly Moordryd, it's been at least an hour, and SOME of us don't just give up after a few minutes…'
Moordryd sat up a bit, straightening out a leg. Being locked in a small stuffy, dark place with another person and a whole heap of spare riding gear was making the Dragon Eye leader short tempered and sulky. Adding Cain's constant bellowing and the lack of any response from the outside, and it was quite surprising he'd kept quiet for so long.
'There's a difference between perseverance and total STUPIDITY Cain…' he snapped back, getting to his feet with great indignity, glad it was too dark to see more then a few inches- keeping his ungainly struggling from his sarcastic second.
'Yeah, I know,I'm persevering,you're stupid.' Cain answered spitefully back. 'Who was it that got us in here in the FIRST place?'
'THAT wasn't my idea!' Moordryd yelled, shoving at the vague shape in front of him.
A short scuffle broke out- a great deal of pushing, shoving, swearing and very restricted punches, considering the room available.
It was unfortunate that Word Paynn chose to survey exactly how much damage the Dragon Booster had done to the Dragon Eye compound exactly at that moment, and that he heard the scuffle in the closet- and probably least fortunate of all that he opened the closet to find out exactly WHAT was making the noise.
'Moordryd?' He asked silkily, one eyebrow raised at the scene in front of him.
Utterly dishevelled and in a terribly compromising position, the two teenagers looked at each other guiltily, before shoving apart gruffly, Moordryd going roughly the colour of red Draconium.
'It's not what you think!' He insisted, unable to meet his father's gaze.
'Really?' The implications in Word's voice made the pair cringe. 'I'd be fascinated to hear the explanation, Moordryd. But some other time. Less publicly.'
He turned and swept away down the corridor, leaving the two highly embarrassed boys staring at their boots.
'Your face is all pink…' Cain sniggered.
'It is NOT pink!' Moordryd snapped a little hysterically, touching his cheeks
'Boys, really, didn't you get it out of your system in the closet?' Word said from halfway down the corridor, without turning around.
It was Cain's turn to blush.
'I better go check the...' Moordryd said awkwardly, pointing over his shoulder at the stables.
'Yeah, yeah, and I better…' Cain pointed over his shoulder at the crew quarters.
Their eyes met briefly and they all but ran in opposite directions, faces flaming.
Word Paynn allowed a small, wicked chuckle.