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dorksidefikerTitle: Snacks
Author:fullmetal_cute
Fandom: Runaways
Table/Prompt: Table 1/59. Eat
Character/Pairing: Frank Dean, Victor Stien, Robert Minoru
Rating: PG
Word Count: 249
Summary: In which it is learned just why the Deans are vegans.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing at all, and this should come as a surprise to absolutely no one. If I did… well, lets just say that things in Runaways would be fairly different.
Frank Dean knelt in front of the toilet, clutching the edge of the bowl for dear life as he heaved and retched, emptying his stomach completely. Victor Stien watched all of this with an air of scientific detached interest. “You really are allergic to animal proteins,” he noted, taking a look at the rash spreading out from the alien’s fingers and mouth. Frank dry heaved and glared at the human, panting as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“There is something very wrong with you,” the alien groaned.
Victor sighed and handed Frank a bottle of water, which he used to wash out his mouth. Frank reached out with a shaking hand and flushed the toilet before climbing unsteadily to his feet.
“Is he done being sick?” Robert Minoru asked, clearly fighting off the urge to sympathy puke.
“I’m done,” Frank slurred, his tongue still slightly swollen, though the rash was clearly already retreating. “You get rid of the rest of those… things?”
“The pork rinds? Yeah, Dale and Geoff got rid of them.”
Author:
fullmetal_cute Fandom: Runaways
Table/Prompt: Table 1/59. Eat
Character/Pairing: Frank Dean, Victor Stien, Robert Minoru
Rating: PG
Word Count: 249
Summary: In which it is learned just why the Deans are vegans.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing at all, and this should come as a surprise to absolutely no one. If I did… well, lets just say that things in Runaways would be fairly different.
Frank Dean knelt in front of the toilet, clutching the edge of the bowl for dear life as he heaved and retched, emptying his stomach completely. Victor Stien watched all of this with an air of scientific detached interest. “You really are allergic to animal proteins,” he noted, taking a look at the rash spreading out from the alien’s fingers and mouth. Frank dry heaved and glared at the human, panting as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“There is something very wrong with you,” the alien groaned.
Victor sighed and handed Frank a bottle of water, which he used to wash out his mouth. Frank reached out with a shaking hand and flushed the toilet before climbing unsteadily to his feet.
“Is he done being sick?” Robert Minoru asked, clearly fighting off the urge to sympathy puke.
“I’m done,” Frank slurred, his tongue still slightly swollen, though the rash was clearly already retreating. “You get rid of the rest of those… things?”
“The pork rinds? Yeah, Dale and Geoff got rid of them.”