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storypaint) wrote2011-05-31 09:09 pm
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[Glamorous City] true poems flee (Ignis & Eclat gen)
Title: true poems flee
Fandom: Original - Glamorous City
Length: 606 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Any, any, the most expensive and the least expensive item on the receipt.
Pairing: Ignis & Eclat gen
Other: This is an original universe, but it isn't my creation. I have the permission of the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chibidl to play around with it.
Excerpt: Any time Eclat sent Ignis to the store by himself, he regretted it. Unfortunately, he was lazy enough that this occurred with a certain regularity.
Eclat managed the money, because between the two of them, he was the least impulsive; or rather, he tended to be impulsive in the way of an extra candy bar or gum, small things rather than large. Any time Eclat sent Ignis to the store by himself, he regretted it. Unfortunately, he was lazy enough that this occurred with a certain regularity. When Ignis unlocked the door and burst in, clutching bags, he breezed past Eclat like he did when he knew he'd done something that, strictly speaking, may not have been a good idea. He left the receipt on the counter, along with four of the bags. The last he took out onto the porch.
He left the screen door cracked a little, so Eclat called out, "Did you at least get the eggs?" There was no immediate answer, so Eclat pulled himself away from the table, sad to leave the range of their tiny fan, and picked up the receipt.
The shopping list he gave his partner had exactly four things on it: eggs, toilet paper, paper bowls, and bottled water. This receipt was like a story of Ignis's poor attention span. There were twenty things on it instead. The cheapest were the aforementioned eggs. The most expensive was... Eclat squinted at the receipt in disbelief.
"Did you buy a barbecue grill?" he asked, and when the answer again wasn't immediate, he stomped over to the porch door and flung it open. Ignis was crouched over a collection of motley metal parts that might become, in the fullness of time, an assembled barbecue grill. He'd even put an unidentifiable heavy piece on top of the directions so that they wouldn't blow away. Ignis looked up, slightly guilty for a moment, before he grinned.
"It's Memorial Day weekend!" he said, as if that explained everything. "We have to grill."
"No, Ignis, it's Fourth of July weekend. And no, we don't!" Eclat snapped, flailing his arms in emphasis. "Don't you remember what happened the last time you tried to cook something? We still tell that story at parties!"
"My eyebrows grew back," Ignis answered, brushing off Eclat's protests. He held up two identical pieces of round black... thing for Eclat's inspection.
"Do these look like they match to you?" he asked hopefully.
"You are insane!" Eclat said, and then, "Yes, they do. You're not trustworthy around fire. This is a terrible idea!"
"You always say that right before we have fun," Ignis said. He reached up and tucked on Eclat's shirt, reluctantly pulling the other down to sit next to him. "Now, find me a 38C connector. Whatever that is."
Eclat sighed, and protested, and looked for whatever that was. It took four hours to put the thing together, and by the time they were done, it didn't much resemble the grill on the box.
"I don't think it should be that wobbly," Eclat said doubtfully. The grill moved a little in the breeze.
"Naysayer!" Ignis declared. "I'm going to go get a match."
"I'm going to go get the fire extinguisher," Eclat said.
He came back with the fire extinguisher and his camera, because he knew a photo opportunity when he saw one. At least, he reflected, they'd have the whole weekend to recover from this disaster. The grill wobbled again, suspiciously.
Next time, he reflected, no matter how hot it was, he was going to accompany Ignis to the store. It would be better for both of them. It would certainly be less dangerous.
Fandom: Original - Glamorous City
Length: 606 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Any, any, the most expensive and the least expensive item on the receipt.
Pairing: Ignis & Eclat gen
Other: This is an original universe, but it isn't my creation. I have the permission of the lovely
chibidl to play around with it.Excerpt: Any time Eclat sent Ignis to the store by himself, he regretted it. Unfortunately, he was lazy enough that this occurred with a certain regularity.
Eclat managed the money, because between the two of them, he was the least impulsive; or rather, he tended to be impulsive in the way of an extra candy bar or gum, small things rather than large. Any time Eclat sent Ignis to the store by himself, he regretted it. Unfortunately, he was lazy enough that this occurred with a certain regularity. When Ignis unlocked the door and burst in, clutching bags, he breezed past Eclat like he did when he knew he'd done something that, strictly speaking, may not have been a good idea. He left the receipt on the counter, along with four of the bags. The last he took out onto the porch.
He left the screen door cracked a little, so Eclat called out, "Did you at least get the eggs?" There was no immediate answer, so Eclat pulled himself away from the table, sad to leave the range of their tiny fan, and picked up the receipt.
The shopping list he gave his partner had exactly four things on it: eggs, toilet paper, paper bowls, and bottled water. This receipt was like a story of Ignis's poor attention span. There were twenty things on it instead. The cheapest were the aforementioned eggs. The most expensive was... Eclat squinted at the receipt in disbelief.
"Did you buy a barbecue grill?" he asked, and when the answer again wasn't immediate, he stomped over to the porch door and flung it open. Ignis was crouched over a collection of motley metal parts that might become, in the fullness of time, an assembled barbecue grill. He'd even put an unidentifiable heavy piece on top of the directions so that they wouldn't blow away. Ignis looked up, slightly guilty for a moment, before he grinned.
"It's Memorial Day weekend!" he said, as if that explained everything. "We have to grill."
"No, Ignis, it's Fourth of July weekend. And no, we don't!" Eclat snapped, flailing his arms in emphasis. "Don't you remember what happened the last time you tried to cook something? We still tell that story at parties!"
"My eyebrows grew back," Ignis answered, brushing off Eclat's protests. He held up two identical pieces of round black... thing for Eclat's inspection.
"Do these look like they match to you?" he asked hopefully.
"You are insane!" Eclat said, and then, "Yes, they do. You're not trustworthy around fire. This is a terrible idea!"
"You always say that right before we have fun," Ignis said. He reached up and tucked on Eclat's shirt, reluctantly pulling the other down to sit next to him. "Now, find me a 38C connector. Whatever that is."
Eclat sighed, and protested, and looked for whatever that was. It took four hours to put the thing together, and by the time they were done, it didn't much resemble the grill on the box.
"I don't think it should be that wobbly," Eclat said doubtfully. The grill moved a little in the breeze.
"Naysayer!" Ignis declared. "I'm going to go get a match."
"I'm going to go get the fire extinguisher," Eclat said.
He came back with the fire extinguisher and his camera, because he knew a photo opportunity when he saw one. At least, he reflected, they'd have the whole weekend to recover from this disaster. The grill wobbled again, suspiciously.
Next time, he reflected, no matter how hot it was, he was going to accompany Ignis to the store. It would be better for both of them. It would certainly be less dangerous.