Pointless drabbles!
Feb. 26th, 2004 10:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eee1313It's Global No Point Drabble Writing Day! Here are my contributions:
She didn’t know how to do it. Buffy had shown her before, but she still had no clue how to make it work. She grumbled and stuck the pressure cooker back into the cabinet. No point in even trying that one. Something else for dinner, then. Mac and cheese. She knew how to make that. She’d just quadruple the recipe to stretch it. Trying to feed all the Potentials as well as the normal gang was getting to be a bit much. Especially when there wasn’t a lot of money for food, and she didn’t know how to cook, anyway.
Jayne perched on a crate in the cargo bay, sharpening his Bowie knife. Kaylee and that moon-brain sat on the floor, playing with those damn jacks again. “Better pick ‘em up this time,” he grumbled, glaring at them.
Kaylee scrunched her face. “You’re the one not lookin’ where you were goin.’ You coulda walked around us yesterday.”
It wasn’t so much that his foot still hurt, but that everyone laughed when he stepped on that stray jack and hollered like a cat on fire. He didn’t much like being laughed at.
“The kitten has sharp claws,” the crazy girl mumbled.
Clark ran. He ran as fast as he could, which was pretty damn fast. He had to get there as soon as possible. Things depended on him. Things always depended on him. And he liked it that way. He’d like it better if Lana could depend on him, because he wanted to be important to her. Important like a boyfriend. He wanted to be her boyfriend. He wanted to kiss her, but not hard, because she might be hurt if he kissed her too hard. Maybe he’d bruise her with his lips, and he didn’t want that.
Clark kept running.
She didn’t know how to do it. Buffy had shown her before, but she still had no clue how to make it work. She grumbled and stuck the pressure cooker back into the cabinet. No point in even trying that one. Something else for dinner, then. Mac and cheese. She knew how to make that. She’d just quadruple the recipe to stretch it. Trying to feed all the Potentials as well as the normal gang was getting to be a bit much. Especially when there wasn’t a lot of money for food, and she didn’t know how to cook, anyway.
Jayne perched on a crate in the cargo bay, sharpening his Bowie knife. Kaylee and that moon-brain sat on the floor, playing with those damn jacks again. “Better pick ‘em up this time,” he grumbled, glaring at them.
Kaylee scrunched her face. “You’re the one not lookin’ where you were goin.’ You coulda walked around us yesterday.”
It wasn’t so much that his foot still hurt, but that everyone laughed when he stepped on that stray jack and hollered like a cat on fire. He didn’t much like being laughed at.
“The kitten has sharp claws,” the crazy girl mumbled.
Clark ran. He ran as fast as he could, which was pretty damn fast. He had to get there as soon as possible. Things depended on him. Things always depended on him. And he liked it that way. He’d like it better if Lana could depend on him, because he wanted to be important to her. Important like a boyfriend. He wanted to be her boyfriend. He wanted to kiss her, but not hard, because she might be hurt if he kissed her too hard. Maybe he’d bruise her with his lips, and he didn’t want that.
Clark kept running.
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Date: 2004-02-26 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-26 06:16 pm (UTC)Btw, lurve the new layout. Very nice :)
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Date: 2004-02-26 07:10 pm (UTC)