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Nov. 28th, 2009
[J1W] Explain
Nov. 28th, 2009 08:35 pm[Set in Live this Life. Elle is ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
not_myfirstday and used with permission from her mun who made a request for Flack/Elle future fic with the prompt “ducklings.” Robin is an NPC originally written HERE, and Adam is just your regular ol’ NPC.]
When they entered the apartment and heard quacking, it was a pretty dead giveaway that something was wrong.
There wasn’t usually quacking in the Flack household. Unless, of course, Robin was having one of those days where she wanted to think she was a duck, but that usually sounded more like a five year-old and less like an actual duck. He glanced back at Elle for a moment, eyebrows going up slightly as they continued to make their way inside. “Adam? Robin?”
“You’re home!” She dashed forward, wrapping her arms around Elle’s legs as she was closer, before reaching for her hand and dragging her towards the living room. “You have to come see!”
Elle and Flack looked at each other again, before Elle started to let her daughter pull her towards the living room, where the source of the quacking was. “Have to see what, sweetheart?” he asked, looking curiously at the cardboard box sitting in the middle of the living room floor. His eyes darted from the box, to where Adam was sitting, looking a little flustered. “Ross?”
Adam took a breath before pointing back to the box. “She kidnapped him from the petting zoo, man. By the time I figured it out we were already in the car—”
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591 words
not_myfirstday and used with permission from her mun who made a request for Flack/Elle future fic with the prompt “ducklings.” Robin is an NPC originally written HERE, and Adam is just your regular ol’ NPC.]When they entered the apartment and heard quacking, it was a pretty dead giveaway that something was wrong.
There wasn’t usually quacking in the Flack household. Unless, of course, Robin was having one of those days where she wanted to think she was a duck, but that usually sounded more like a five year-old and less like an actual duck. He glanced back at Elle for a moment, eyebrows going up slightly as they continued to make their way inside. “Adam? Robin?”
“You’re home!” She dashed forward, wrapping her arms around Elle’s legs as she was closer, before reaching for her hand and dragging her towards the living room. “You have to come see!”
Elle and Flack looked at each other again, before Elle started to let her daughter pull her towards the living room, where the source of the quacking was. “Have to see what, sweetheart?” he asked, looking curiously at the cardboard box sitting in the middle of the living room floor. His eyes darted from the box, to where Adam was sitting, looking a little flustered. “Ross?”
Adam took a breath before pointing back to the box. “She kidnapped him from the petting zoo, man. By the time I figured it out we were already in the car—”
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591 words
