KAOS - fic
2 Jan 2014 02:08"No, Dilan." Braig said in a long-suffering tone, "The girls do not need a particle accelerator for their birthday. No!" he held up a hand as the larger man started to protest about all of the nifty features, "That would be a present for me, not for the girls. They're med students, remember?"
"...You already have a particle accelerator." Dilan said with bemusement, tilting his head and blinking. Braig ran his hand over his head, disturbing even more of the silky hair out of the pony-tail, and counted to ten slowly. Twice. Then a third time for good measure. Just because he knew what he was getting into by taking Dilan present shopping with him didn't mean that it wasn't making him desire a beer. Strongly desiring a beer.
"What about," Braig braced for his lover's next suggestion, "new hazmat suits?"
"No, that's school supplies. Not a present. Think about things they enjoy doing."
Dilan started to wander again, peering into the windows of the stores in the mall with interested glances for the few seconds it took him to dismiss whatever was on offer. "They like cooking, but we don't have room for more pans. We could find them a boyfriend?"
"...No." God no. "They should find their own boyfriend. Or boyfriends. Don't try to find them a boyfriend." Why, God? Why?
"Books?" It was offered with a very I keep doing this wrong hesitance in his voice and expression, which lightened when Braig nodded firmly,
"Books are good, Dilan. You're better at remembering things than I am, what kind of books do they have? Other than school books."
Dilan beamed happily at finally having something concrete to go on, and began babbling as Braig pushed him towards the store.
"...You already have a particle accelerator." Dilan said with bemusement, tilting his head and blinking. Braig ran his hand over his head, disturbing even more of the silky hair out of the pony-tail, and counted to ten slowly. Twice. Then a third time for good measure. Just because he knew what he was getting into by taking Dilan present shopping with him didn't mean that it wasn't making him desire a beer. Strongly desiring a beer.
"What about," Braig braced for his lover's next suggestion, "new hazmat suits?"
"No, that's school supplies. Not a present. Think about things they enjoy doing."
Dilan started to wander again, peering into the windows of the stores in the mall with interested glances for the few seconds it took him to dismiss whatever was on offer. "They like cooking, but we don't have room for more pans. We could find them a boyfriend?"
"...No." God no. "They should find their own boyfriend. Or boyfriends. Don't try to find them a boyfriend." Why, God? Why?
"Books?" It was offered with a very I keep doing this wrong hesitance in his voice and expression, which lightened when Braig nodded firmly,
"Books are good, Dilan. You're better at remembering things than I am, what kind of books do they have? Other than school books."
Dilan beamed happily at finally having something concrete to go on, and began babbling as Braig pushed him towards the store.