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Bonus Prompt #10: Reunion
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Sweaters and Armor
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@summer-of-bad-batch
Rated: G | Words: 500
“Do you know what today is?”
Crosshair frowns into his mug of caf, takes a scalding sip. “I don’t play guessing games.”
Omega rolls her eyes, dropping into the chair across from him. “It’s not a guessing game if you remember.”
“Should I remember?” Crosshair drawls.
Omega sighs dramatically. “Yes.”
“Was it something I didn’t agree to?” Crosshair asks, tapping at his lips thoughtfully, “Something I was bullied into?”
“If getting you a matching sweater is bullying,” Omega deadpans, “then sure, I bullied you.”
“Shamelessly,” Crosshair adds.
As it happened… (7/10)
See previous polls and my self-imposed prompt sandwich guidelines here!
For @summer-of-bad-batch
Prompts Used: • Bonus Prompt 4: "Do you know what today is?” • Week 7: Family Portrait • Week 10: "Make me." • Bonus Prompt 3: Pabu Culture • Week 5: "In retrospect this was a bad idea." • Bonus Prompt 10: Reunion • Week 11: “I think I broke something.”
“Do you know what today is?”
Crosshair frowns into his mug of caf, takes a scalding sip. “I don’t play guessing games.”
Omega rolls her eyes, dropping into the chair across from him. “It’s not a guessing game if you remember.”
“Should I remember?” Crosshair drawls.
Omega sighs dramatically. “Yes.”
“Was it something I didn’t agree to?” Crosshair asks, tapping at his lips thoughtfully, “Something I was bullied into?”
“If getting you a matching sweater is bullying,” Omega deadpans, “then sure, I bullied you.”
“Shamelessly,” Crosshair adds.
“Having a family portrait done is not going to kill you.”
“It might.”
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Omega says, clapping her hands on the table as she stands up. “Go change so you can help me wrestle Batcher into her sweater.”
Crosshair gapes. “Batcher?”
“Yes!” Omega cries, exasperated.
“I am not matching with Batcher.”
“Yes, we all are.”
“Make me.”
**
Crosshair glares at his reflection in the mirror. The sweater is garish, bright colors and - ugh - fun.
“It’s very…Pabu,” Hunter had said tactfully when Omega introduced the monstrosities a week ago.
Omega beamed. “Good! That’s what I was hoping for.”
Any disdainful comment had withered and died on Crosshair’s tongue.
“Aww, don’t you look handsome, Cross,” Wrecker booms from the bedroom door.
Crosshair levels his brother a look from the mirror’s reflection. Wrecker is crammed into an identical, hideous sweater. And there’s going to be permanent evidence of this monstrosity forever. What were they thinking? This was a terrible idea.
“Fix your face before Omega sees.”
Crosshair’s gaze slides to the intruder at Wrecker’s elbow. He won’t admit he’s missed the reg, but his eyeroll says it for him. “Omega got you a sweater too.”
Echo grins. “Oh, I helped pick them.”
“You didn’t.”
“I did. With you in mind.”
Wrecker laughs, clapping a hand to Echo’s shoulder. “Nice one!”
Echo’s smile deepens, a genuine warmth there that manages to melt through Crosshair’s icy annoyance.
“Nothing? No comeback? No retort?” Echo asks, chuckling. “I think I broke him.”
Crosshair shrugs. “I’m just surprised Omega came to you for fashion advice”
What happens next? Choose a prompt:
Sea Creature
Adoption
Pillow Fort
Bedtime Story
Open Scars
Clone Culture
A Call from the Past
Injury
Author’s Note:
I was gone all day yesterday, so I didn’t get to work on the next part until today. But we had a 3 way tie, so I chose Reunion as the prompt!
As it happened... (6/10)
Previous post here
I'm going to challenge myself to a "choose your own adventure"-style prompt sandwich story for @summer-of-bad-batch. Here are the parameters l've set for myself:
I have to fill each prompt with exactly 50 words
The next prompt will be chosen by popular vote
Each new section has to directly tie into the section before it. (In other words, I need to make it coherent!)
At the end of 10 prompts, I should have a 500 word story
Prompts Used: • Bonus Prompt 4: “Do you know what today is? • Week 7: Family Portrait • Week 10: “Make me.” • Bonus Prompt 3: Pabu Culture • Week 5: “In retrospect this was a bad idea.” • Bonus Prompt 10: Reunion
“Do you know what today is?”
Crosshair frowns into his mug of caf, takes a scalding sip. “I don’t play guessing games.”
Omega rolls her eyes, dropping into the chair across from him. “It’s not a guessing game if you remember.”
“Should I remember?” Crosshair drawls.
Omega sighs dramatically. “Yes.”
“Was it something I didn’t agree to?” Crosshair asks, tapping at his lips thoughtfully, “Something I was bullied into?”
“If getting you a matching sweater is bullying,” Omega deadpans, “then sure, I bullied you.”
“Shamelessly,” Crosshair adds.
“Having a family portrait done is not going to kill you.”
“It might.”
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Omega says, clapping her hands on the table as she stands up. “Go change so you can help me wrestle Batcher into her sweater.”
Crosshair gapes. “Batcher?”
“Yes!” Omega cries, exasperated.
“I am not matching with Batcher.”
“Yes, we all are.”
“Make me.”
**
Crosshair glares at his reflection in the mirror. The sweater is garish, bright colors and - ugh - fun.
“It’s very…Pabu,” Hunter had said tactfully when Omega introduced the monstrosities a week ago.
Omega beamed. “Good! That’s what I was hoping for.”
Any disdainful comment had withered and died on Crosshair’s tongue.
“Aww, don’t you look handsome, Cross,” Wrecker booms from the bedroom door.
Crosshair levels his brother a look from the mirror’s reflection. Wrecker is crammed into an identical, hideous sweater. And there’s going to be permanent evidence of this monstrosity forever. What were they thinking? This was a terrible idea.
“Fix your face before Omega sees.”
Crosshair’s gaze slides to the intruder at Wrecker’s elbow. He won’t admit he’s missed the reg, but his eyeroll says it for him. “Omega got you a sweater too.”
Echo grins. “Oh, I helped pick them.”
“You didn’t.”
“I did. With you in mind.”
What happens next? Choose a prompt:
“May the force be with you, or whatever.”
“And what have we learned from this?”
“Do you ever miss it?”
“Stay with me.”
“I think I broke something.”
