Drabble+: Mother's Day
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strangetomatoPrompt: Mother's Day
Characters: Tank, Ripp, and Buck Grunt
Wordcount: 425
Imagecount: 0
Warnings: sexually suggestive, language
It's a little after the fact, but I figured it'd be better now than waiting a whole year to do it. I've been feeling a little more creative lately, I'm happy to say. ^_^ It's nice to be writing again.
Another Mother's Day has come and gone. Just noticed. Doesn't really say much for me, does it? I thought it would take longer before I just forgot about it completely. Usually crosses my mind at least once. Guess I've just been too busy.
Probably for the best.
...
They finally took the card displays down, thank fuck. It still gets to me, every time I see them. Her too. That's even worse. I can't stand that. If I could somehow get them to just stop, I would. I'd go in and rip them all down myself, for all the good it would do.
Stupid fucking Sim-mark holiday.
Ah, well. I kept myself busy enough that I hardly even noticed.
Her too.
Kept her busy, alright. Pretty fucking sweet, if I do say so myself. Beat my old record. Well, maybe. I was too exhausted to know for sure.
...
I only have one really good memory of Mother's Day with Mom still here. Ripp and Tank were actually getting along pretty well. It was a working relationship, at least. We were making her breakfast in bed.
I was too young to use the stove, so they were doing most of the work. Tank was directing, following the recipe book, barking orders at Ripp. Well, whispering orders, but it was still getting on Ripp's nerves.
The pancakes came out pretty well. They let me decorate them with pieces of fruit. Maybe if I'd been paying more attention, the poached eggs wouldn't have been such a disaster.
Ripp claims it was Tank's fault for giving lousy directions, and Tank blamed Ripp for being a lazy ass who forgot to put the water in the base of the poacher. It doesn't really matter. They whole thing caught on fire. Mom and Dad woke up to the sound of the smoke detector going off and the smell of burning plastic. Well, Dad woke up first.
Do I really need to explain what happened next?
Mom finally came down out of bed. She was kinda a heavy sleeper. She came down and dried the tears, mostly Ripp's, as usual, because he caught most of the blame. Dad always did take Tank's word over Ripp's, and rightfully so. Mom calmed everyone down and found the pancakes on the counter, still in one piece.
She made a big fuss over them, so we all felt a little better. Mom was always great like that. Always pulling the chaos back together, even if just for a moment.
She really loved my decorating, too.
Characters: Tank, Ripp, and Buck Grunt
Wordcount: 425
Imagecount: 0
Warnings: sexually suggestive, language
It's a little after the fact, but I figured it'd be better now than waiting a whole year to do it. I've been feeling a little more creative lately, I'm happy to say. ^_^ It's nice to be writing again.
Another Mother's Day has come and gone. Just noticed. Doesn't really say much for me, does it? I thought it would take longer before I just forgot about it completely. Usually crosses my mind at least once. Guess I've just been too busy.
Probably for the best.
...
They finally took the card displays down, thank fuck. It still gets to me, every time I see them. Her too. That's even worse. I can't stand that. If I could somehow get them to just stop, I would. I'd go in and rip them all down myself, for all the good it would do.
Stupid fucking Sim-mark holiday.
Ah, well. I kept myself busy enough that I hardly even noticed.
Her too.
Kept her busy, alright. Pretty fucking sweet, if I do say so myself. Beat my old record. Well, maybe. I was too exhausted to know for sure.
...
I only have one really good memory of Mother's Day with Mom still here. Ripp and Tank were actually getting along pretty well. It was a working relationship, at least. We were making her breakfast in bed.
I was too young to use the stove, so they were doing most of the work. Tank was directing, following the recipe book, barking orders at Ripp. Well, whispering orders, but it was still getting on Ripp's nerves.
The pancakes came out pretty well. They let me decorate them with pieces of fruit. Maybe if I'd been paying more attention, the poached eggs wouldn't have been such a disaster.
Ripp claims it was Tank's fault for giving lousy directions, and Tank blamed Ripp for being a lazy ass who forgot to put the water in the base of the poacher. It doesn't really matter. They whole thing caught on fire. Mom and Dad woke up to the sound of the smoke detector going off and the smell of burning plastic. Well, Dad woke up first.
Do I really need to explain what happened next?
Mom finally came down out of bed. She was kinda a heavy sleeper. She came down and dried the tears, mostly Ripp's, as usual, because he caught most of the blame. Dad always did take Tank's word over Ripp's, and rightfully so. Mom calmed everyone down and found the pancakes on the counter, still in one piece.
She made a big fuss over them, so we all felt a little better. Mom was always great like that. Always pulling the chaos back together, even if just for a moment.
She really loved my decorating, too.
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