Keeping Spares
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: M-21 watched Tao's face as he stared into the fire, his shoulders slumped. "They were gone too soon…" Tao murmured, bringing a hand up to wipe at his eyes.
Rating: G
Notes: Post, I dunno, season 3?
Oh, jeez, it's been a while since I overused the italics, ahaha.
Genre: Humour
Word count: 417
Status: Complete
M-21 watched Tao's face as he stared into the fire, his shoulders slumped. "They were gone too soon…" Tao murmured, bringing a hand up to wipe at his eyes. "It feels like it was just yesterday…"
"It was yesterday," M-21 said, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms. He hadn't thought Tao would get so attached to shirts that weren't even his.
"Exactly!" Tao whirled around, flapping his hands. "I just got you those clothes and now they're shredded. I spent days trying to make sure they matched and were perfect for you! Days!" He waved his arms in the air for extra emphasis.
Then Tao sighed, rubbing his face with one hand and using his free one to switch off the incinerator. It closed, the flames disappearing as it sank back into the floor of Frankenstein's lab. "Why did the Union have to attack now?" he grumbled. "We know why they've been so quiet recently, but really, that's the shortest lifespan of your clothes yet."
M-21 raised an eyebrow. "You've been keeping count?"
"'Course I have!" Tao brushed the ash off from his sleeve. "I need to know which ones you've still got."
"So you know which ones you can still borrow," M-21 added, his lips twitching up into a smirk as they turned to go back upstairs.
"That too. But-" Tao said, holding a finger up and grinning at him over his shoulder, "-I know what you'll wear now, so that means I've got a better idea what to buy next time. And to buy them in a bigger bulk."
Damn. "You're not going to let me get through the rest of them first?" Tao had already given him an armful of clothes.
"M," Tao said, shaking his head, "at the rate you go through clothes, you won't have any shirts left by the end of the week. Though maaaybe..." Tao said, dragging the word out, tapping the side of his mouth with a finger, his eyes narrowed at M-21, "I could make 'em myself so they're more durable and that way I can make sure they fit perfectly on you! Which also means I'll need your measurements." Tao grinned.
M snorted. "Fine. But they won't fit you if you do that." His chest was bigger than Tao's.
"Eh." Tao flapped a hand with a shrug. "I prefer loose clothes, so it's a win-win situation."
He should have known that would have been Tao's answer, and there wasn't anything M-21 could say or do to dissuade Tao, so he followed him up to his room.
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Inspired by Silia's art here.
I've used the 'it felt just like yesterday' 'it was' line before but ah well.
Bit of a flat end but eeeh.
Summary: M-21 watched Tao's face as he stared into the fire, his shoulders slumped. "They were gone too soon…" Tao murmured, bringing a hand up to wipe at his eyes.
Rating: G
Notes: Post, I dunno, season 3?
Oh, jeez, it's been a while since I overused the italics, ahaha.
Genre: Humour
Word count: 417
Status: Complete
M-21 watched Tao's face as he stared into the fire, his shoulders slumped. "They were gone too soon…" Tao murmured, bringing a hand up to wipe at his eyes. "It feels like it was just yesterday…"
"It was yesterday," M-21 said, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms. He hadn't thought Tao would get so attached to shirts that weren't even his.
"Exactly!" Tao whirled around, flapping his hands. "I just got you those clothes and now they're shredded. I spent days trying to make sure they matched and were perfect for you! Days!" He waved his arms in the air for extra emphasis.
Then Tao sighed, rubbing his face with one hand and using his free one to switch off the incinerator. It closed, the flames disappearing as it sank back into the floor of Frankenstein's lab. "Why did the Union have to attack now?" he grumbled. "We know why they've been so quiet recently, but really, that's the shortest lifespan of your clothes yet."
M-21 raised an eyebrow. "You've been keeping count?"
"'Course I have!" Tao brushed the ash off from his sleeve. "I need to know which ones you've still got."
"So you know which ones you can still borrow," M-21 added, his lips twitching up into a smirk as they turned to go back upstairs.
"That too. But-" Tao said, holding a finger up and grinning at him over his shoulder, "-I know what you'll wear now, so that means I've got a better idea what to buy next time. And to buy them in a bigger bulk."
Damn. "You're not going to let me get through the rest of them first?" Tao had already given him an armful of clothes.
"M," Tao said, shaking his head, "at the rate you go through clothes, you won't have any shirts left by the end of the week. Though maaaybe..." Tao said, dragging the word out, tapping the side of his mouth with a finger, his eyes narrowed at M-21, "I could make 'em myself so they're more durable and that way I can make sure they fit perfectly on you! Which also means I'll need your measurements." Tao grinned.
M snorted. "Fine. But they won't fit you if you do that." His chest was bigger than Tao's.
"Eh." Tao flapped a hand with a shrug. "I prefer loose clothes, so it's a win-win situation."
He should have known that would have been Tao's answer, and there wasn't anything M-21 could say or do to dissuade Tao, so he followed him up to his room.
Inspired by Silia's art here.
I've used the 'it felt just like yesterday' 'it was' line before but ah well.
Bit of a flat end but eeeh.