Ficlet: Manly Clutter
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amediaTitle: Manly Clutter
Author: Amedia
Fandom: Tin Man
Word Count: 227
Rating: R, if you use your imagination.
Pairing: Glitch/Cain
Summary: Glitch trips over Cain's clutter.
Author's Note: Response to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lionille's request for a drabble about "manly clutter."
"Cain."
Cain rolled over and squinted into the darkness. "Glitch? What are you doing up?"
"I had to—well, I needed to get up for a minute."
"And I need to know this why?"
"Because I tripped over your pile of crap on my way back to bed, that's why."
"That's not a pile of crap. It's manly clutter. This room is too ornate, otherwise."
"Well, I tripped over it and it hurts."
"You're hurt?" Cain snapped on the nightstand light. "Where?"
Glitch pointed to a rapidly forming shallow bruise on his shin. "There."
Relieved, Cain turned the light off. "I should kiss that and make it better," he said. "C'mere."
"That's my shoulder, Wyatt."
"Ah, I need to move lower, don't I?"
"That's my—ha ha—rib cage—hee hee—Wyatt, you know I’m ticklish!"
"Sorry, Glitch. Not low enough, I guess." Cain relocated again. "Still the wrong place?"
Glitch drew his breath in sharply. "That's not my shin, but it'll do," he conceded.
******
The next time Glitch came over to visit, the room was spotless. "Where's your manly clutter?" he asked.
"I thought you didn't like it," said Cain.
"Well, maybe not at first," said Glitch. He opened the closet door, took out exactly one of Cain's boots, and dropped it carefully on the floor between the bed and the bathroom. "There. Just right."
Author: Amedia
Fandom: Tin Man
Word Count: 227
Rating: R, if you use your imagination.
Pairing: Glitch/Cain
Summary: Glitch trips over Cain's clutter.
Author's Note: Response to
lionille's request for a drabble about "manly clutter.""Cain."
Cain rolled over and squinted into the darkness. "Glitch? What are you doing up?"
"I had to—well, I needed to get up for a minute."
"And I need to know this why?"
"Because I tripped over your pile of crap on my way back to bed, that's why."
"That's not a pile of crap. It's manly clutter. This room is too ornate, otherwise."
"Well, I tripped over it and it hurts."
"You're hurt?" Cain snapped on the nightstand light. "Where?"
Glitch pointed to a rapidly forming shallow bruise on his shin. "There."
Relieved, Cain turned the light off. "I should kiss that and make it better," he said. "C'mere."
"That's my shoulder, Wyatt."
"Ah, I need to move lower, don't I?"
"That's my—ha ha—rib cage—hee hee—Wyatt, you know I’m ticklish!"
"Sorry, Glitch. Not low enough, I guess." Cain relocated again. "Still the wrong place?"
Glitch drew his breath in sharply. "That's not my shin, but it'll do," he conceded.
******
The next time Glitch came over to visit, the room was spotless. "Where's your manly clutter?" he asked.
"I thought you didn't like it," said Cain.
"Well, maybe not at first," said Glitch. He opened the closet door, took out exactly one of Cain's boots, and dropped it carefully on the floor between the bed and the bathroom. "There. Just right."
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Date: 2010-12-19 04:29 am (UTC)Ahhhhh, that is adorable! ^^ I like Cain's mapping techniques. And Glitch's bout of ticklishness. And the strategically placed clutter at the end.
Thank you!
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