Minor Offspring (KRW, crackfic)
Jan. 11th, 2012 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
estiroseApparently I'm coherent enough to write crackfic, but not form coherent replies to reviews today. So, this is "what happens when a Memory and a Typewriter love each other very much".
Despite the premise, this fic is a tame 8+/PG (minor swearing).
Minor Offspring
by Estirose
c 2011
"Philip, what the hell's going on?" Shoutarou asked, resisting the urge to pinch his nose.
Sitting on his desk were his usual things, and Fang, which seemed to enjoy spending too much time with his typewriter. But there was a new addition; a teeny, clicking typewriter with a mouth and tiny fangs which followed Fang about like a tiny duckling.
Shoutarou knew it had fangs because it had already bitten him once. It had hurt a little but caused no permanent damage. Still, he wasn't eager to repeat the experience.
Philip came in from the workshop, peering at the tiny machine. "Interesting," he said, smiling at the little machine. "It wasn't here last night?"
Wondering if Akiko would also be cooing at the unexplained object, Shoutarou forced his mind to the situation before him. "No. What is going on?" Maybe if he repeated himself enough times, Philip might find an answer. Or at least look.
"The properties of the object suggest that it is a cross between Fang and your manual typewriter," Philip said, stating the obvious. He picked up the tiny thing and looked at it. "In fact, it seems to be a perfect replica of your typewriter."
"If it had a mouth and could move," Shoutarou said. "What are we looking at here? Did Fang have a baby with my typewriter?"
"That's highly unlikely, Shoutarou," Philip said, with a careless tone that suggested he thought Shoutarou was delusional. "However, not impossible. I'll have to do some research."
He hated tying Philip up, just in case they needed his expertise, but Shoutarou wanted to know where the little thing had come from.
"Thanks," he said. "And take Fang and, um, TinyType here with you." If Philip was going into the hidden room, as he liked to, maybe Fang and the newly-dubbed TinyType would follow him. And then Shoutarou could make coffee and forget about the thing for a few hours.
Philip gave him a grin. It told him that his partner thought he was being amusing. He'd gotten used to reading Philip's expressions, not that it always did him any good.
But his partner retreated with Fang and the miniature typewriter, and Shoutarou relaxed, glad to be back in the routine.
Despite the premise, this fic is a tame 8+/PG (minor swearing).
Minor Offspring
by Estirose
c 2011
"Philip, what the hell's going on?" Shoutarou asked, resisting the urge to pinch his nose.
Sitting on his desk were his usual things, and Fang, which seemed to enjoy spending too much time with his typewriter. But there was a new addition; a teeny, clicking typewriter with a mouth and tiny fangs which followed Fang about like a tiny duckling.
Shoutarou knew it had fangs because it had already bitten him once. It had hurt a little but caused no permanent damage. Still, he wasn't eager to repeat the experience.
Philip came in from the workshop, peering at the tiny machine. "Interesting," he said, smiling at the little machine. "It wasn't here last night?"
Wondering if Akiko would also be cooing at the unexplained object, Shoutarou forced his mind to the situation before him. "No. What is going on?" Maybe if he repeated himself enough times, Philip might find an answer. Or at least look.
"The properties of the object suggest that it is a cross between Fang and your manual typewriter," Philip said, stating the obvious. He picked up the tiny thing and looked at it. "In fact, it seems to be a perfect replica of your typewriter."
"If it had a mouth and could move," Shoutarou said. "What are we looking at here? Did Fang have a baby with my typewriter?"
"That's highly unlikely, Shoutarou," Philip said, with a careless tone that suggested he thought Shoutarou was delusional. "However, not impossible. I'll have to do some research."
He hated tying Philip up, just in case they needed his expertise, but Shoutarou wanted to know where the little thing had come from.
"Thanks," he said. "And take Fang and, um, TinyType here with you." If Philip was going into the hidden room, as he liked to, maybe Fang and the newly-dubbed TinyType would follow him. And then Shoutarou could make coffee and forget about the thing for a few hours.
Philip gave him a grin. It told him that his partner thought he was being amusing. He'd gotten used to reading Philip's expressions, not that it always did him any good.
But his partner retreated with Fang and the miniature typewriter, and Shoutarou relaxed, glad to be back in the routine.
