Title: Impulsive
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Dee was just playing a prank, but it backfired.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt 'Drop'.
Disclaimer: I don't own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
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Ryo was busy in the kitchen, radio on and turned up; he clearly hadn't heard Dee letting himself in. Grinning to himself, Dee toed his shoes off, tucking his socks inside them, and crept up behind his lover on bare feet. Then, when he was close enough, he pounced.
"Gotcha!"
"Ack!" Ryo practically jumped out of his skin, dropping what was in his hand. The egg hit the tiles and cracked open. "Dee! What the Hell did you do that for? Look what you made me do!"
"Oops!" Dee grinned, unrepentant. "Hey, can't make an omelette without breakin' a
few eggs, right?"
"It's not funny!" Ryo scowled at his partner. "I wasn't making an omelette, I was gonna bake a cake, but that won't happen now. That was my last egg."
"Crap." All the laughter drained out of Dee as guilt set in. "Sorry, babe, you didn't hear me come in so I thought it would be funny to startle ya. Guess it wasn't."
"You guess right." Ryo sighed, looking at the baking equipment laid out on the counter, all the ingredients measured and ready, waiting for the egg that was now on the floor.
"Look, it'll be okay, I'll run to the store and pick up some more eggs, it'll take me half an hour, tops. Think the rest of this stuff will keep until I get back?"
"I guess so, if I put some of it back in the refrigerator."
"Okay, I'll go grab a dozen eggs. Anything else you need?"
"A quart of milk, and some cheese." Ryo frowned. "Better make it two dozen eggs."
"You sure? That's a lot."
"I know." Ryo grinned. "But I suddenly have the urge to make omelettes for dinner, and I don't want to run out of eggs. Again."
Dee laughed.
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The End