Gluttony - Lunchtime
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dolevalanFandom: Gankutsuou
Characters/Pairing: Albert de Morcerf/Franz d'Epinay
Prompt: 2, Gluttony
Word Count: 489
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Characters, etc., not mine. No spoilers.
Author's Notes: Set during their school days...a silly little fic. I didn't realize until after I'd written it that I owe a bit of credit to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kudasaru, who I subconsciously channelled into this fic. And yes, it's still rated G. I promise.
Eugènie poked at her sandwich critically. “I dunno. The new cook is weird.” She made a face, delicate features twisted into a small grimace. “Don’t even know what this is…”
Franz picked it up, as if to give her a real answer, but Albert jumped in, leaning over the lunch table confidentially. “It’s alien brains, I bet.” He nodded solemnly. “They ship them back from the war and then sell them on the black market and your cook BOUGHT some, and now she wants you to eat them so you’ll become an alien zombie!” He took a bite of yogurt. “Of doom,” he added helpfully.
Eugènie rolled her eyes. “Albert…everyone knows you don’t become a zombie by eating brains.” Franz chuckled without looking up. “You have to die first.”
Solemnly, Albert shook his head. “Not if they’re alien brains.”
Franz handed Eugènie her sandwich. “I think it’s liver, Gènie. Maybe.”
She stuck her tongue out. “Worse than zombie brains.”
“Alien brains,” Albert stuck in, exasperated.
Franz grinned at his friend mischievously. “Oh yeah? I bet you’re just saying that because you’re not hungry. I’ll eat it, if no one else wants it.”
Albert clutched his throat and made melodramatic choking noises as Eugènie giggled. With unflappable calm, Franz reached over, plucked up the sandwich and took a large bite.
“Mmm. Tasty.” He turned to Eugènie. “You want it back? It’s good.”
Still giggling, she shoved him lightly. “Ewww…no. Now it’s brains and it has cooties.”
Albert gawked. “Cooties?” Franz just shrugged and went back to eating the sandwich, apparently with great relish. “We don’t have cooties.”
She rolled her eyes again. “Albert…you’re a boy. Of course you have cooties.”
He shook his head earnestly. “Nu-uh. It’s girls that have cooties, not boys.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah!”
Munch, munch, munch.
“Well,” Albert spluttered, looking for a suitable retort, “…girls are dumb!”
Eugènie laughed. “Better dumb than full of cooties. And with yogurt on my shirt.”
Albert balked, but discovered she was right – there was a large stain right on the breast of his uniform. “Ack! Oh no! M. Pompion is gonna kill me…”
Franz tilted his head, and took another bite of the alien brains. Eugènie covered her giggles with her hand. “Why don’t you go to the bathroom and clean it up? Then it’ll be a little better, at least.”
“But…” He looked torn. “Then I won’t have time to finish eating!”
Franz swallowed. “Don’t worry, Albert…I’ll get you something for recess.” He grinned. “Maybe something tastier than brains, though I admit it’s hard to do…” Eugènie laughed as Albert rolled his eyes, but turned for the bathroom.
Once he was gone, Eugènie wrinkled her nose. “How can you eat that stuff, anyway? Even if it didn’t have cooties, I wouldn’t want it.”
Franz grinned a little, finishing it and clandestinely scooping a packet or two of nuts into his pocket for later. “Just a glutton for punishment, I guess.”
Characters/Pairing: Albert de Morcerf/Franz d'Epinay
Prompt: 2, Gluttony
Word Count: 489
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Characters, etc., not mine. No spoilers.
Author's Notes: Set during their school days...a silly little fic. I didn't realize until after I'd written it that I owe a bit of credit to
kudasaru, who I subconsciously channelled into this fic. And yes, it's still rated G. I promise.Eugènie poked at her sandwich critically. “I dunno. The new cook is weird.” She made a face, delicate features twisted into a small grimace. “Don’t even know what this is…”
Franz picked it up, as if to give her a real answer, but Albert jumped in, leaning over the lunch table confidentially. “It’s alien brains, I bet.” He nodded solemnly. “They ship them back from the war and then sell them on the black market and your cook BOUGHT some, and now she wants you to eat them so you’ll become an alien zombie!” He took a bite of yogurt. “Of doom,” he added helpfully.
Eugènie rolled her eyes. “Albert…everyone knows you don’t become a zombie by eating brains.” Franz chuckled without looking up. “You have to die first.”
Solemnly, Albert shook his head. “Not if they’re alien brains.”
Franz handed Eugènie her sandwich. “I think it’s liver, Gènie. Maybe.”
She stuck her tongue out. “Worse than zombie brains.”
“Alien brains,” Albert stuck in, exasperated.
Franz grinned at his friend mischievously. “Oh yeah? I bet you’re just saying that because you’re not hungry. I’ll eat it, if no one else wants it.”
Albert clutched his throat and made melodramatic choking noises as Eugènie giggled. With unflappable calm, Franz reached over, plucked up the sandwich and took a large bite.
“Mmm. Tasty.” He turned to Eugènie. “You want it back? It’s good.”
Still giggling, she shoved him lightly. “Ewww…no. Now it’s brains and it has cooties.”
Albert gawked. “Cooties?” Franz just shrugged and went back to eating the sandwich, apparently with great relish. “We don’t have cooties.”
She rolled her eyes again. “Albert…you’re a boy. Of course you have cooties.”
He shook his head earnestly. “Nu-uh. It’s girls that have cooties, not boys.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah!”
Munch, munch, munch.
“Well,” Albert spluttered, looking for a suitable retort, “…girls are dumb!”
Eugènie laughed. “Better dumb than full of cooties. And with yogurt on my shirt.”
Albert balked, but discovered she was right – there was a large stain right on the breast of his uniform. “Ack! Oh no! M. Pompion is gonna kill me…”
Franz tilted his head, and took another bite of the alien brains. Eugènie covered her giggles with her hand. “Why don’t you go to the bathroom and clean it up? Then it’ll be a little better, at least.”
“But…” He looked torn. “Then I won’t have time to finish eating!”
Franz swallowed. “Don’t worry, Albert…I’ll get you something for recess.” He grinned. “Maybe something tastier than brains, though I admit it’s hard to do…” Eugènie laughed as Albert rolled his eyes, but turned for the bathroom.
Once he was gone, Eugènie wrinkled her nose. “How can you eat that stuff, anyway? Even if it didn’t have cooties, I wouldn’t want it.”
Franz grinned a little, finishing it and clandestinely scooping a packet or two of nuts into his pocket for later. “Just a glutton for punishment, I guess.”
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Gluttony
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Re: Gluttony
Date: 2006-03-01 08:20 pm (UTC)(And I love food as well...though not necessarily liver sandwiches.)