Characters: Nosy, Ianto, Team.
Written For: Challenge 529: Frustration at tw100.
Summary: It’s Nosy’s lucky day… or is it?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
As far as Nosy was concerned, this must be its lucky day. Ianto wasn’t usually so careless, but there’d been a Rift alert a few minutes ago, just as he was about to make coffee, and as he’d hurriedly shoved his precious coffee beans back into their storage container, one had escaped, falling to the floor.
Lying very still, not wanting to attract attention, the Fluff waited as the team scurried around, grabbing coats, and weapons, and field kits. Twice the little bean got kicked, skittering away across the floor, but nobody noticed; they were in too much of a rush.
At last they were gone and Nosy slithered out from under the sofa, following its nose, in search of the delicious little morsel. That was when it hit a snag.
The last person to kick the bean had sent it into the narrow gap between two cabinets. Try as it might, Nosy couldn’t even squeeze the tip of its snout in there. It stuck out its tongue as far as it could, but only got a mouthful of fluff for its troubles.
Nosy hummed in frustration. It could almost taste the coffee bean; so near and yet so far!