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dorksidefikerTitle: Kaboom
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: Runaways
Table/Prompt: Table 1/90. Bomb
Character/Pairing: Frank Dean, Leslie Dean
Rating: PG
Word Count: 308
Summary: The neighbors might be Skrulls.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Frank rested his forearms on the balcony rail, following Leslie’s line of sight to their nearest neighbor’s house. Leslie was writing calculations down in a notebook, tucking a few loose strands of pale golden hair behind her ear. Frank squinted a little, then gave his wife a wry smile. “We’re not bombing the neighbors, Leslie.”
“They’re Skrulls.”
Frank blinked slowly, arching his eyesbrows as he regarded the house more closely. “Are they?”
“Well,” she admitted, “they might be.”
“Mm.” Frank pursed her lips, enjoying the warmth of the last rays of the day. “Even if they are Skrulls, that’s no reason to bomb them. This isn’t Majesdane.”
Leslie’s pencil scraped across the note pad, and she worried her lower lip with her teeth. “Doesn’t mean I want to live next to them. What’s the point of being a secret master of the world if I have to live next to Skrulls?”
“Possibly Skrulls,” Frank reminded her lightly.
“Probably Skrulls,” Leslie retorted. “With irritating, yappy little dogs in rubber pants.”
“So fry the dogs. Don’t bomb the house.”
Leslie cocked her head to the side, tucking her hair behind her ear again. “Just a little bomb. Won’t even damage the house itself. Much.”
“I think you’ve been spending too much time with the Hayeses,” Frank commented. “You’re starting to sound like Gene.”
“Take that back.” Leslie leaned over the rail, watching their neighbor be lead by a pack of little dogs in rain coats. She cast a glance up to the clear blue sky. “Even if they aren’t Skrulls, it would be for the good of the universe. See?”
“Now you’re just being silly.”
Author:
dorksidefikerFandom: Runaways
Table/Prompt: Table 1/90. Bomb
Character/Pairing: Frank Dean, Leslie Dean
Rating: PG
Word Count: 308
Summary: The neighbors might be Skrulls.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Frank rested his forearms on the balcony rail, following Leslie’s line of sight to their nearest neighbor’s house. Leslie was writing calculations down in a notebook, tucking a few loose strands of pale golden hair behind her ear. Frank squinted a little, then gave his wife a wry smile. “We’re not bombing the neighbors, Leslie.”
“They’re Skrulls.”
Frank blinked slowly, arching his eyesbrows as he regarded the house more closely. “Are they?”
“Well,” she admitted, “they might be.”
“Mm.” Frank pursed her lips, enjoying the warmth of the last rays of the day. “Even if they are Skrulls, that’s no reason to bomb them. This isn’t Majesdane.”
Leslie’s pencil scraped across the note pad, and she worried her lower lip with her teeth. “Doesn’t mean I want to live next to them. What’s the point of being a secret master of the world if I have to live next to Skrulls?”
“Possibly Skrulls,” Frank reminded her lightly.
“Probably Skrulls,” Leslie retorted. “With irritating, yappy little dogs in rubber pants.”
“So fry the dogs. Don’t bomb the house.”
Leslie cocked her head to the side, tucking her hair behind her ear again. “Just a little bomb. Won’t even damage the house itself. Much.”
“I think you’ve been spending too much time with the Hayeses,” Frank commented. “You’re starting to sound like Gene.”
“Take that back.” Leslie leaned over the rail, watching their neighbor be lead by a pack of little dogs in rain coats. She cast a glance up to the clear blue sky. “Even if they aren’t Skrulls, it would be for the good of the universe. See?”
“Now you’re just being silly.”