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Title: Layers
Author:
dorksidefiker
Fandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 7/11. Storm
Character/Pairing: Nezhno, Storm
Rating: G
Word Count: 173
Summary: Nezhno isn’t too enthusiastic about the weather.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
“I think,” Ororo said, fighting down her amusement as she watched Nezhno pile on layer after layer of clothing, “that perhaps you are exaggerating a little.” Her protégé generally eschewed wearing more clothing than basic modesty demanded, but today the boy was buried beneath layers of clothing. Nezhno looked at Ororo, then to the snow behind whipped around outside by the wind. He reached for another bulky coat. “It’s just a little snow, and we need the cover for the training today.”
“Yes, Storm,” Nezhno said, his voice heavily muffled by his scarf. He reached out once more, picking out a knit cap. It had a bobble at the top, and two more dangled down from the flaps that covered his ears.
“Are you ready?” Ororo asked, using her considerable self control to keep from laughing.
“Yes, Storm.”
Author:
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Fandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: Table 7/11. Storm
Character/Pairing: Nezhno, Storm
Rating: G
Word Count: 173
Summary: Nezhno isn’t too enthusiastic about the weather.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
“I think,” Ororo said, fighting down her amusement as she watched Nezhno pile on layer after layer of clothing, “that perhaps you are exaggerating a little.” Her protégé generally eschewed wearing more clothing than basic modesty demanded, but today the boy was buried beneath layers of clothing. Nezhno looked at Ororo, then to the snow behind whipped around outside by the wind. He reached for another bulky coat. “It’s just a little snow, and we need the cover for the training today.”
“Yes, Storm,” Nezhno said, his voice heavily muffled by his scarf. He reached out once more, picking out a knit cap. It had a bobble at the top, and two more dangled down from the flaps that covered his ears.
“Are you ready?” Ororo asked, using her considerable self control to keep from laughing.
“Yes, Storm.”