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[Legend of Korra/Community] a friend of mind (Troy gen)
Title: a friend of mind
Fandom: Legend of Korra/Community fusion
Length: 823 words
Prompt: Troy gets jealous of Bolin when he and Abed become friends, for Chi
Pairing: Troy gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: By the second week, though, Troy was pretty sure that Bolin was trying to poach his friend, and he didn't like it. Bolin brought many of the same assets to the table that Troy did: idealism, humor, an obsession with bending... Where was the room for Troy in this? The veneer wore off fast.
Abed was late. He wasn't late enough that Troy was worried that he'd gone off to find the end of the rainbow (a task they had promised to complete together, anyway), but late enough that suggested he might have gotten into the 'one more episode' cycle, and needed human intervention before he marathoned the whole back-catalog of CSI: Gaoling or something.
Troy was getting out his phone to text Abed when his friend stepped into view. Troy lifted a hand to wave, and then his eyes widened as he saw who Abed was walking with. He pointed, unable to verbalize.
"Oh, hey, Troy," Abed said. "This is my new friend Bolin."
"Bolin?" Troy squeaked out. Of course he'd recognized the guy, the earthbender in the pro-bending team that would have won the tournament, had the Wolf Bats not been cheating. He hadn't been able to get tickets to the match, which, considering what had happened afterward, was probably a blessing, but he'd promised himself to go the next year. The guy was probably his age, but competing in pro-bending tournament... It was a life Troy had envisioned for himself during high school, as the earthbender on the school team. He found himself happy enough with playing in the amateur league at Greendale, but still, getting to meet Bolin was an amazing chance. He wanted to ask him all kinds of questions about strategy and what it was like knowing the Avatar, and how the team had gotten a sponsorship. Instead, he stared, eyes too wide, and squeaked again.
"I'm just a normal guy," Bolin said, his tone casual as he lifted a hand to thrust away imaginary applause. "Completely normal. I put on my pants one leg at a time."
Troy had always wondered about that phrase. How did celebrities put their pants on? Did they have someone help them? Did they jump and do both legs at once? The one time Troy had tried that he'd nearly broken his Nana's lamp, and she hadn't been happy.
"I ran into him when I went by the bending arena," Abed said. It was on his way to the school every day. Despite his fannishness for most things, Abed rarely took an interest in pro-bending, possibly because he wasn't a bender himself. He wouldn't have been impressed by Bolin's credentials.
"When he picked me up again he mentioned something about a video game tournament," Bolin said. He twiddled his thumbs around an imaginary controller. "I had to come help him out."
Troy squeaked.
"I told Bolin you'd be cool," Abed said.
Well, if Abed had said so, Troy would have to try. He managed a nod.
"All right!" Bolin said, fist pumping. "Let's do this thing!"
Between Troy's jerky uncertainty and Bolin's lack of skill, which his enthusiasm did not make up for, they were out of the tournament by round two. Abed didn't seem too displeased, though. They decided to have consolation ice cream. Troy wasn't even too irritated when Abed invited Bolin along as well.
By the second week, though, Troy was pretty sure that Bolin was trying to poach his friend, and he didn't like it. Bolin brought many of the same assets to the table that Troy did: idealism, humor, an obsession with bending... Where was the room for Troy in this? The veneer wore off fast.
"--And," Troy concluded, "he has duck butt hair. Who does that to their hair voluntarily?"
"I thought you and Bolin would get along," Abed said. He didn't look up from his episode of Time Traveling Avatar.
"He's too weird," Troy said, crossing his arms.
"No, Bolin is normal. I'm weird," Abed said. "I thought you might want someone to do normal things with. Someone who actually likes pro-bending matches."
"Of course he likes them, he plays in them!" Troy said. He was quiet for a moment as he realized what Abed was doing here. "Were you worried that I was going to find someone else to hang out with?"
"It seemed reasonable," Abed said. On the screen, the unnamed Avatar was being menaced by firebending aliens. "I thought it might be easier if I got to know him too. Then I wouldn't feel so bad when you quit calling me."
"Abed," Troy said. He grabbed Abed's shoulder firmly. He knew Abed wasn't big on touching most of the time, but this was important.
"Yes, Troy?" Abed said.
"Pause it, would you?" Troy asked, as the Avatar's companion screamed. Abed found the remote control.
"Abed, I'm not going to stop calling you," Troy said. "You're my best friend. I don't care if you don't like pro-bending. Or if you can't bend. That doesn't matter."
He offered a hand. The pair performed their handshake. Abed unpaused the show.
After a moment, eyes re-focused on the screen, Abed said, "Duck butt. I'm going to think that every time I look at him now."
Troy started to laugh.
Fandom: Legend of Korra/Community fusion
Length: 823 words
Prompt: Troy gets jealous of Bolin when he and Abed become friends, for Chi
Pairing: Troy gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: By the second week, though, Troy was pretty sure that Bolin was trying to poach his friend, and he didn't like it. Bolin brought many of the same assets to the table that Troy did: idealism, humor, an obsession with bending... Where was the room for Troy in this? The veneer wore off fast.
Abed was late. He wasn't late enough that Troy was worried that he'd gone off to find the end of the rainbow (a task they had promised to complete together, anyway), but late enough that suggested he might have gotten into the 'one more episode' cycle, and needed human intervention before he marathoned the whole back-catalog of CSI: Gaoling or something.
Troy was getting out his phone to text Abed when his friend stepped into view. Troy lifted a hand to wave, and then his eyes widened as he saw who Abed was walking with. He pointed, unable to verbalize.
"Oh, hey, Troy," Abed said. "This is my new friend Bolin."
"Bolin?" Troy squeaked out. Of course he'd recognized the guy, the earthbender in the pro-bending team that would have won the tournament, had the Wolf Bats not been cheating. He hadn't been able to get tickets to the match, which, considering what had happened afterward, was probably a blessing, but he'd promised himself to go the next year. The guy was probably his age, but competing in pro-bending tournament... It was a life Troy had envisioned for himself during high school, as the earthbender on the school team. He found himself happy enough with playing in the amateur league at Greendale, but still, getting to meet Bolin was an amazing chance. He wanted to ask him all kinds of questions about strategy and what it was like knowing the Avatar, and how the team had gotten a sponsorship. Instead, he stared, eyes too wide, and squeaked again.
"I'm just a normal guy," Bolin said, his tone casual as he lifted a hand to thrust away imaginary applause. "Completely normal. I put on my pants one leg at a time."
Troy had always wondered about that phrase. How did celebrities put their pants on? Did they have someone help them? Did they jump and do both legs at once? The one time Troy had tried that he'd nearly broken his Nana's lamp, and she hadn't been happy.
"I ran into him when I went by the bending arena," Abed said. It was on his way to the school every day. Despite his fannishness for most things, Abed rarely took an interest in pro-bending, possibly because he wasn't a bender himself. He wouldn't have been impressed by Bolin's credentials.
"When he picked me up again he mentioned something about a video game tournament," Bolin said. He twiddled his thumbs around an imaginary controller. "I had to come help him out."
Troy squeaked.
"I told Bolin you'd be cool," Abed said.
Well, if Abed had said so, Troy would have to try. He managed a nod.
"All right!" Bolin said, fist pumping. "Let's do this thing!"
Between Troy's jerky uncertainty and Bolin's lack of skill, which his enthusiasm did not make up for, they were out of the tournament by round two. Abed didn't seem too displeased, though. They decided to have consolation ice cream. Troy wasn't even too irritated when Abed invited Bolin along as well.
By the second week, though, Troy was pretty sure that Bolin was trying to poach his friend, and he didn't like it. Bolin brought many of the same assets to the table that Troy did: idealism, humor, an obsession with bending... Where was the room for Troy in this? The veneer wore off fast.
"--And," Troy concluded, "he has duck butt hair. Who does that to their hair voluntarily?"
"I thought you and Bolin would get along," Abed said. He didn't look up from his episode of Time Traveling Avatar.
"He's too weird," Troy said, crossing his arms.
"No, Bolin is normal. I'm weird," Abed said. "I thought you might want someone to do normal things with. Someone who actually likes pro-bending matches."
"Of course he likes them, he plays in them!" Troy said. He was quiet for a moment as he realized what Abed was doing here. "Were you worried that I was going to find someone else to hang out with?"
"It seemed reasonable," Abed said. On the screen, the unnamed Avatar was being menaced by firebending aliens. "I thought it might be easier if I got to know him too. Then I wouldn't feel so bad when you quit calling me."
"Abed," Troy said. He grabbed Abed's shoulder firmly. He knew Abed wasn't big on touching most of the time, but this was important.
"Yes, Troy?" Abed said.
"Pause it, would you?" Troy asked, as the Avatar's companion screamed. Abed found the remote control.
"Abed, I'm not going to stop calling you," Troy said. "You're my best friend. I don't care if you don't like pro-bending. Or if you can't bend. That doesn't matter."
He offered a hand. The pair performed their handshake. Abed unpaused the show.
After a moment, eyes re-focused on the screen, Abed said, "Duck butt. I'm going to think that every time I look at him now."
Troy started to laugh.
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(By the way, you seem to have mistagged this Bolin/Korra.)
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ffff what are tags even. I'll fix that.