All in Good Games
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mindcrackloveTo battle Mew's fic about Single Malt Scotch on the Rocks. Have some fluff in yo' faces. Quite short mini fic.
Cheers sounded throughout the crowd as the New York Nat’s got yet another home run. Vechs and Zisteau stood from their seats clapping and shouting as Kurt sat and stared lazily at the stars past his fathers. Sitting back down Vechs caught Kurt in the corner of his eye.
“Something wrong bud?” Vechs asked placing an arm around his son.
“Oh, nothing.” Kurt said looking at the stars.
“Are you not interested in this. I will take you home. You can tell me.” Vechs stated gripping Kurt's shoulders gently.
Kurt shrugged the hands off and slouched in his seat, “This seems to make you guys happy. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”
Vechs sighed and looked at Kurt’s deep brown eyes, “Kurt. Tell me now that you’re bored and I will take you home this instant.”
Zisteau glanced over at the two and he went sober. Vechs ruffled Kurt’s hair.
“Dad. I want to go home.” Kurt said gaining confidence.
Vechs patted Kurt’s left arm, “Good on ya’ boy.” said Vechs standing up and helping Zisteau up as well.
On the way out they noticed a salesman with 3-D glasses. Kurt eyed it curiously and tugged Vechs sleeve and pointed, “I want those.”
Vechs looked at the man who had a rack of 3-D glasses for free. Who wouldn’t want them free. Vechs ushered Kurt over to the man and told him ask nicely.
“Excuse me sir?” asked Kurt quietly who tugged on the man's sleeve.
“Mmmm...Yes?” The man said.
“Can I have one of those.” Kurt said pointing to the rack. The man smiled and plucked one off and placed them on Kurt’s face gently.
“How’d ya’ feel?” The man asked happily.
Kurt shuffled the glasses on his face and smiled. “I feel good sir. Thank you.” The man pointed Kurt towards Vechs and Zisteau. “Your parents seem to be waiting. Move along boy.”
Kurt smiled once again at the man and turned towards Vechs and Zisteau. Turning around as he walked he noticed the man and the rack of glasses were gone. Kurt thought to himself, “He must be from space.”
~-~
Getting home Kurt yawned and fell onto the couch, “C’mon young man. Time for bed. Here’s Wolfie. I mended him and washed him.” Kurt took the stuffed wolf and headed up the stairs before stopping to see Zisteau and Vechs kiss. Kurt smiled and continued up the stairs into his room where he flicked on the light. Placing Wolfie beside him he took off the glasses and put them on the endtable.
“Another day. Another momento.” said Kurt who pulled the lamp chain and fell asleep.
Cheers sounded throughout the crowd as the New York Nat’s got yet another home run. Vechs and Zisteau stood from their seats clapping and shouting as Kurt sat and stared lazily at the stars past his fathers. Sitting back down Vechs caught Kurt in the corner of his eye.
“Something wrong bud?” Vechs asked placing an arm around his son.
“Oh, nothing.” Kurt said looking at the stars.
“Are you not interested in this. I will take you home. You can tell me.” Vechs stated gripping Kurt's shoulders gently.
Kurt shrugged the hands off and slouched in his seat, “This seems to make you guys happy. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”
Vechs sighed and looked at Kurt’s deep brown eyes, “Kurt. Tell me now that you’re bored and I will take you home this instant.”
Zisteau glanced over at the two and he went sober. Vechs ruffled Kurt’s hair.
“Dad. I want to go home.” Kurt said gaining confidence.
Vechs patted Kurt’s left arm, “Good on ya’ boy.” said Vechs standing up and helping Zisteau up as well.
On the way out they noticed a salesman with 3-D glasses. Kurt eyed it curiously and tugged Vechs sleeve and pointed, “I want those.”
Vechs looked at the man who had a rack of 3-D glasses for free. Who wouldn’t want them free. Vechs ushered Kurt over to the man and told him ask nicely.
“Excuse me sir?” asked Kurt quietly who tugged on the man's sleeve.
“Mmmm...Yes?” The man said.
“Can I have one of those.” Kurt said pointing to the rack. The man smiled and plucked one off and placed them on Kurt’s face gently.
“How’d ya’ feel?” The man asked happily.
Kurt shuffled the glasses on his face and smiled. “I feel good sir. Thank you.” The man pointed Kurt towards Vechs and Zisteau. “Your parents seem to be waiting. Move along boy.”
Kurt smiled once again at the man and turned towards Vechs and Zisteau. Turning around as he walked he noticed the man and the rack of glasses were gone. Kurt thought to himself, “He must be from space.”
~-~
Getting home Kurt yawned and fell onto the couch, “C’mon young man. Time for bed. Here’s Wolfie. I mended him and washed him.” Kurt took the stuffed wolf and headed up the stairs before stopping to see Zisteau and Vechs kiss. Kurt smiled and continued up the stairs into his room where he flicked on the light. Placing Wolfie beside him he took off the glasses and put them on the endtable.
“Another day. Another momento.” said Kurt who pulled the lamp chain and fell asleep.
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Date: Wednesday, February 26th, 2014 06:25 pm (UTC)Also, a combative fic? >:) Fic wars? I acutually have something in production that is horrendously fluffy, with just a taste of my normal 'blood/gore/violence'... XD
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Date: Wednesday, February 26th, 2014 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Wednesday, February 26th, 2014 09:52 pm (UTC)