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kinkfest2008-07-07 11:19 pm
Fun Fiasco [Star Ocean 3: Nel/Albel, T]
Words: 689
Rating: T
Prompt: 16th -
Note: Again, so sorry for the major lateness and missing it the first time.
“Screw the peace,” Albel Nox said to me one day, appearing on my bedroom’s window, scrounging over the sill with that ever-so-cocky attitude, “Let’s go out and have a match on who’s going to lop off the other’s head first.”
I was in the middle of rearranging my paper work on the desk, while the spring had moved in to Aquios with all the grace of a mating season and pollen attacks. For all of our elegance and order, the castle’s administrative division was quite understaffed because of the pollen allergy, and as one the Crimson Blades—essentially, me—had to take care of her own mess.
“Why don’t you go and find someone else to harass?” I turned back to my work, grabbing for the quill. “Last time I checked, Lasalle was still obnoxious.”
He made a beeline to the ink bottle before I managed a grip, and whisked it away. “He’s not as fun,” Albel replied, chucking my ink bottle to the bushes behind him, “and I don’t want my sword covered in the filth he calls blood. ‘Sides, you're much more amusing--”
“--And deadlier, so find your fun elsewhere, Nox,” I said with a tone of finality, “and close the window on your way out.”
*
Things I forgot to do:
- buy eggs
- replace the salt and sugar label
- fix the oven
- kill Albel
I, for one, would account the fact that I wasn’t a forgetful person. A spy didn’t need to remember, anyway, they need to be unseen. But would they miss the view of Albel the Wicked wearing an apron in a kitchen, whisking away at eggs? If Cliff’s here, he would have whip out that camera thingy and snap several pictures for the fun of it, and probably won’t live too long to tell.
“First of all, why meatloaf?”
I craned my face away from the minced meat to stare. “What’s the rule, Albel? The One rule that I impose for you to obey at times, no matter what happens, even when a war is brewing, the Vendeenis are attacking, a natural disaster strikes or even if your grandmother is dying?”
He cocked his head to the side, sending another freshly-cracked egg smoothly into the basin with his mechanical arm. “Shut up and cook.”
“Now go do that.”
“Yeah, and I hate you too, maggot.”
“Do remember that I’m holding a kitchen knife, Albel, and as I recall, you’re only holding a whisk and I already remind you about watching your tongue in my kitchen.”
“Else you might chop it off? Bring it on, worm.”
I pointed the knife to him menacingly, giving him the more reason to sneer. I sighed pointedly to myself. “Why did I agree to this?”
“Because I can’t cook for my life, and you do. And you almost burned down the castle when you tried to kick me out your room.”
“And thanks to this, my friends and family would think I’m delusional.”
In a matter of minutes, we'll have to bring out a sweet meatloaf out of the oven and I'd never see the end of Nox's stupid insults.
I guess I could render it inedible by purposely overcooking it. Or better, burn it.
There's a cheerful 'tink' from the timer, and Albel slipped a pink oven mitt on, and pulled our masterpiece out of the oven.
It was greenish blue from the spare rope (New note to self: don't borrow stuffs from the science department if you're going to cook with it) we've used to tie it with. "After you, Zelpher," Albel said, the despicable grin returning with a full force.
Sighing in defeat, I slumped down to the nearest counter and waited for the first snide remark. "...Fine. I screw up. Happy now?"
He swung the meatloaf fiasco into the trash can. "Can we skip to the sex part now?"
I eyed him under my red bangs, really imagining him without the warrior getup this time, and consciously fingered the camera Cliff left behind, hidden under the numerous folds of my clothes. "Only if you keep the pink oven mitt on."
If possible, I think Albel's smirk just got wider.
How much Cliff would pay to see the pictures, I wonder?
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The situation is giving me giggles.
Albel with pink oven mitt, doing Nel.
That already won the night.
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