Post by Rosie on Oct 31, 2011 21:26:37 GMT 10
Title: Curiosity
Rating: PG
Prompt: #51: Conversations
Warnings: Mastiff Spoilers
Summary: Farmer isn't quite sure what this is about.
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For a moment, Farmer couldn't work out where he was, only that he appeared to be dry and warm. Which made a change, recently. Then, as Beka stirred in his arms, it came to him.
Of course, the cold nose in the back of his neck helped.
"All right, I'm getting up," he murmured, taking a moment to recreate his body warmth and bulk in the bed, so Beka wouldn't be disturbed by his leaving. "I bet that you saw I'd had enough beauty sleep, hmm?"
Achoo wisely ignored this, her attention focused on the door. Farmer complied and let her out, grabbing his boots before he followed her outside.
"Stuck with scummer duty?" a cove called from across the street. "What's the matter, Pounce think you need to be taught a lesson or sommat?"
Farmer crossed his arms over his chest, choosing not to reveal Pounce's temporary (he hoped) absence. "Probably thought I needed to go myself."
The fair-haired cove chuckled and, not put off by Farmer's words, sauntered over. "You'll be Farmer, then. I'm Rosto."
"The Piper," Farmer finished, knowing full well about Corus's underground king.
He shrugged. "Don't pipe as much as I used to. You'd be better callin' me the Rogue." He flashed Farmer a dangerous smile.
Farmer gave an exaggerated bow. "Your Majesty."
"You thinkin' of joining my court?" Rosto wanted to know, leaning against Mistress Trout's wall. "Elsewise that king of yours up yonder isn't fond of his loyal subjects callin' me that." He paused, and Achoo whined by his side, marking him as kawan. At the very least. Rosto bent down to give Achoo a proper greeting, complete with scratches behind her ears. "Your mot indoors wouldn't like it too much, neither."
"Mayhap not," Farmer said carefully, suspecting but wanting Rosto to lead him to it. "Given she's a Dog and all."
Rosto gave him a scornful look, like he knew what Farmer was about. "You mean given she's Beka an' all." He got to his feet, with one final pat of Achoo. "She's a good mot, Beka. Means a lot to a lot of people."
Farmer offered his best daft grin. "Don't I know it. Not sure what she sees in me; Ma always said I'd not make anything of myself."
"Mayhap you should make yourself worthy, then." Rosto's air was of utter nonchalance, and he might have been discussing the weather, but Farmer caught wind of the undertones which suggested Beka had more to do with this Rogue than he'd have liked.
It probably should have stopped him trying to provoke Rosto, but old habits die hard, and Farmer had never been able to resist poking hornets' nests. "Like as not, she feels sorry for me," Farmer said, shrugging. "Knows I need a mot to make sure I have my shoes on the right feet."
"You'll want all this to die down afore you start playing the looby," Rosto advised with a crooked grin. "A journey Mattes Tunstall didn't come back from? Here I was, thinkin' that was a cove that'd be standing till the end of everything."
Master Rosto. Is this what you're reduced to, fishing for scraps on our doorstep?
Rosto smirked, peering past Farmer's large form to the cat behind. "Am I to be scolded for curiosity by a cat? I was just stopping by to let young Farmer here know what time breakfast is at our place. Extra salmon for constellations who might feel like letting a cove in on what's been happening. See you both in an hour."
Farmer lifted Pounce up. "I don't suppose you know what all that was about, Master Constellation?"
Rosto has to come see things for himself, Pounce replied. I have always found it best to stay on his good side.
"I'm not afraid of him," answered Farmer, lowering his voice now he was back inside the house.
No, Pounce drawled. But he does know the best places to scratch.
Rating: PG
Prompt: #51: Conversations
Warnings: Mastiff Spoilers
Summary: Farmer isn't quite sure what this is about.
--
For a moment, Farmer couldn't work out where he was, only that he appeared to be dry and warm. Which made a change, recently. Then, as Beka stirred in his arms, it came to him.
Of course, the cold nose in the back of his neck helped.
"All right, I'm getting up," he murmured, taking a moment to recreate his body warmth and bulk in the bed, so Beka wouldn't be disturbed by his leaving. "I bet that you saw I'd had enough beauty sleep, hmm?"
Achoo wisely ignored this, her attention focused on the door. Farmer complied and let her out, grabbing his boots before he followed her outside.
"Stuck with scummer duty?" a cove called from across the street. "What's the matter, Pounce think you need to be taught a lesson or sommat?"
Farmer crossed his arms over his chest, choosing not to reveal Pounce's temporary (he hoped) absence. "Probably thought I needed to go myself."
The fair-haired cove chuckled and, not put off by Farmer's words, sauntered over. "You'll be Farmer, then. I'm Rosto."
"The Piper," Farmer finished, knowing full well about Corus's underground king.
He shrugged. "Don't pipe as much as I used to. You'd be better callin' me the Rogue." He flashed Farmer a dangerous smile.
Farmer gave an exaggerated bow. "Your Majesty."
"You thinkin' of joining my court?" Rosto wanted to know, leaning against Mistress Trout's wall. "Elsewise that king of yours up yonder isn't fond of his loyal subjects callin' me that." He paused, and Achoo whined by his side, marking him as kawan. At the very least. Rosto bent down to give Achoo a proper greeting, complete with scratches behind her ears. "Your mot indoors wouldn't like it too much, neither."
"Mayhap not," Farmer said carefully, suspecting but wanting Rosto to lead him to it. "Given she's a Dog and all."
Rosto gave him a scornful look, like he knew what Farmer was about. "You mean given she's Beka an' all." He got to his feet, with one final pat of Achoo. "She's a good mot, Beka. Means a lot to a lot of people."
Farmer offered his best daft grin. "Don't I know it. Not sure what she sees in me; Ma always said I'd not make anything of myself."
"Mayhap you should make yourself worthy, then." Rosto's air was of utter nonchalance, and he might have been discussing the weather, but Farmer caught wind of the undertones which suggested Beka had more to do with this Rogue than he'd have liked.
It probably should have stopped him trying to provoke Rosto, but old habits die hard, and Farmer had never been able to resist poking hornets' nests. "Like as not, she feels sorry for me," Farmer said, shrugging. "Knows I need a mot to make sure I have my shoes on the right feet."
"You'll want all this to die down afore you start playing the looby," Rosto advised with a crooked grin. "A journey Mattes Tunstall didn't come back from? Here I was, thinkin' that was a cove that'd be standing till the end of everything."
Master Rosto. Is this what you're reduced to, fishing for scraps on our doorstep?
Rosto smirked, peering past Farmer's large form to the cat behind. "Am I to be scolded for curiosity by a cat? I was just stopping by to let young Farmer here know what time breakfast is at our place. Extra salmon for constellations who might feel like letting a cove in on what's been happening. See you both in an hour."
Farmer lifted Pounce up. "I don't suppose you know what all that was about, Master Constellation?"
Rosto has to come see things for himself, Pounce replied. I have always found it best to stay on his good side.
"I'm not afraid of him," answered Farmer, lowering his voice now he was back inside the house.
No, Pounce drawled. But he does know the best places to scratch.
I especially love that Farmer is intent on needling Rosto like everyone else, even though he knows who he is, and that Pounce seems to be keeping an eye on Farmer.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!