exhaustedFandom: FAKE
Author:
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: G
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: While on vacation Dee is the victim of a daring theft.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Bird’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
Strolling unhurriedly along the promenade of a small seaside town on the south coast of England, Dee and Ryo leaned on the railing, gazing out across the packed beach toward the sea. It was another beautiful day; they’d arrived here the night before, checking into a small hotel not far from the front and after breakfast this morning they’d decided to have a wander around, see what the place had to offer before venturing further afield.
Dee turned to his lover. “Y’know what would be good right now?”
“Hm?” Ryo dragged his gaze away from watching a standoff between a pigeon and a seagull, both of whom wanted the sandwich crust some tourist had carelessly dropped. “What?”
“Ice cream!”
Ryo laughed. “Dee! We only just had breakfast!”
“Whaddaya mean ‘only just’? That was an hour ago! Besides, ice cream isn’t really food, it barely qualifies as a snack!”
“You have some weird ideas about what is and isn’t food,” Ryo observed, grinning. “On the other hand, something cold would be good.”
“There’s a place just over there.” Dee gestured back over his shoulder with his thumb. “Ices, tea and coffee, cold drinks…”
“Why not?” Ryo pushed off from the railing and fell into step with his lover as they crossed the street to the small kiosk.
Dee got a double-scoop chocolate cone with sprinkles while Ryo, feeling decadently self-indulgent, had a Midnight Mint choc-ice. Mint ice cream was his favourite.
Licking at their icy treats they made their way back to their vantage point at the railings, enjoying a light breeze off the sea. Ryo was practically zoning out, letting the atmosphere wash over him, when there was a loud flapping noise and a yelp from Dee.
“Damned seagull nicked my ice cream!”
Ryo took one look at the expression on Dee’s face and burst out laughing.
“Guess we can’t escape from daring criminals even on vacation,” he teased.
“I hope it chokes!” Dee grumbled, glaring at his partner.
“Well if you hadn’t been waving it about…”
Dee huffed annoyance. “Joke’s on the gull; I’m gettin’ myself another ice cream.”
The End
