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writetomyheart2019-11-26 09:52 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2019-11-26 09:52 pm
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[team two] wanting gladness iii
Another installment of this randomness ^^ somehow I have it in my mind that Ed is a bit of a potty mouth but I have no idea where I got that from.
“Begin again,” Ed interrupts, holding up a hand. Al’s pesky cat takes that as an invitation to jump into his lap, and Ed groans, temporarily winded.
“Tiny Tim,” Al scolds, shaking his head but making absolutely no move to relieve Ed of the interloper. “He likes you,” Al explains, waving a hand at the so-call “tiny” Tim, who is currently pinning Ed to his chair.
“A Maine coon cat is not, and was never going to be, tiny,” Ed grumbles, a losing battle. Al ignores him, bending down to pull something out of the oven. It smells like—biscuits?
“Wait, wait—” Ed tries again, but Al just laughs.
“Yes, I made mom’s stew recipe and biscuits,” he says. “You called me up on a Monday evening and asked if you could visit.” He dishes out two shallow bowls of steaming goodness, and tips the biscuits into a napkin-lined basket. Ed would help but he has a lapful of cat, which he conveys by staring at Al pointedly. Al cheerfully ignores this.
“Okay, fair enough,” Ed relents, barely managing to reach his spoon over Tim, who has begun kneading at his leg. Thankfully, it’s the one without blood.
Al smiles at him while he takes the first bite of stew and it would be annoying as fuck if Ed didn’t love his stupid brother so much.
silverr, you’re up!
“Begin again,” Ed interrupts, holding up a hand. Al’s pesky cat takes that as an invitation to jump into his lap, and Ed groans, temporarily winded.
“Tiny Tim,” Al scolds, shaking his head but making absolutely no move to relieve Ed of the interloper. “He likes you,” Al explains, waving a hand at the so-call “tiny” Tim, who is currently pinning Ed to his chair.
“A Maine coon cat is not, and was never going to be, tiny,” Ed grumbles, a losing battle. Al ignores him, bending down to pull something out of the oven. It smells like—biscuits?
“Wait, wait—” Ed tries again, but Al just laughs.
“Yes, I made mom’s stew recipe and biscuits,” he says. “You called me up on a Monday evening and asked if you could visit.” He dishes out two shallow bowls of steaming goodness, and tips the biscuits into a napkin-lined basket. Ed would help but he has a lapful of cat, which he conveys by staring at Al pointedly. Al cheerfully ignores this.
“Okay, fair enough,” Ed relents, barely managing to reach his spoon over Tim, who has begun kneading at his leg. Thankfully, it’s the one without blood.
Al smiles at him while he takes the first bite of stew and it would be annoying as fuck if Ed didn’t love his stupid brother so much.
silverr, you’re up!
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The brotherly interactions are fun to read ^_^ ♡
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Thanks! I hope they don't read too out-of-character~
(finally catching up on my email inbox and other things ^^;;)