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crossfortune) wrote2011-09-04 03:52 pm
crossfortune) wrote2011-09-04 03:52 pm
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the best-laid plans
Title: the best-laid plans
Prompt: free space (shopping)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 365
Content Warnings/Notes: None.
Summary: Having to feed little sisters is hard. Especially when you're sleep-deprived.
Aamin yawns, for what is probably the fifth time in twenty minutes, and wishes that he could have a nap, or that his sister is still young enough that he could make her take a nap so that he could have a nap while she's sleeping. Unfortunately, Noel's ten, hates napping, and keeping up with her this afternoon is proving difficult, especially since he didn't get enough sleep last night.
"What do you want for dinner, Noel?" he asks, and wonders if he can get away with something he can just throw into the microwave for her, because he's too tired to cook and suspects that eating might just be beyond him tonight.
"Chicken cordon bleu," she says, and he wants to groan but doesn't, because it really figured that she would want something complicated on a day when he just wants to sleep, but perhaps it's a further sign that he really shouldn't sneak out of the house. He usually doesn't mind cooking whatever she wants, though he's started making something else for himself on the days that she wants beef: their parents never raised them with any kind of the traditional dietary restrictions, he had to find out for himself reading, and he's given up trying to explain to her.
"I'm not making it tonight," he says, and swallows a yawn. Noel pouts at him, and he sighs: he really spoils her too much, he recognizes, and he should stop that, as he tosses ingredients into the cart she's pushing. "Fine. But you're going to help me."
Aamin hopes that she wouldn't light anything on fire in the process: it wasn't like he had any idea how to cook when he had to start taking care of her, and he's still lucky he didn't burn down the flat. Therefore, he reasoned, or maybe it was the exhaustion talking, if he taught her how to cook early and with actual guidance, they would both be better off.
And maybe, just maybe, next time he sneaks out of the house and doesn't get any sleep, if he's stupid enough to do it again, Noel can cook for herself and let him have a nap.
Prompt: free space (shopping)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 365
Content Warnings/Notes: None.
Summary: Having to feed little sisters is hard. Especially when you're sleep-deprived.
Aamin yawns, for what is probably the fifth time in twenty minutes, and wishes that he could have a nap, or that his sister is still young enough that he could make her take a nap so that he could have a nap while she's sleeping. Unfortunately, Noel's ten, hates napping, and keeping up with her this afternoon is proving difficult, especially since he didn't get enough sleep last night.
"What do you want for dinner, Noel?" he asks, and wonders if he can get away with something he can just throw into the microwave for her, because he's too tired to cook and suspects that eating might just be beyond him tonight.
"Chicken cordon bleu," she says, and he wants to groan but doesn't, because it really figured that she would want something complicated on a day when he just wants to sleep, but perhaps it's a further sign that he really shouldn't sneak out of the house. He usually doesn't mind cooking whatever she wants, though he's started making something else for himself on the days that she wants beef: their parents never raised them with any kind of the traditional dietary restrictions, he had to find out for himself reading, and he's given up trying to explain to her.
"I'm not making it tonight," he says, and swallows a yawn. Noel pouts at him, and he sighs: he really spoils her too much, he recognizes, and he should stop that, as he tosses ingredients into the cart she's pushing. "Fine. But you're going to help me."
Aamin hopes that she wouldn't light anything on fire in the process: it wasn't like he had any idea how to cook when he had to start taking care of her, and he's still lucky he didn't burn down the flat. Therefore, he reasoned, or maybe it was the exhaustion talking, if he taught her how to cook early and with actual guidance, they would both be better off.
And maybe, just maybe, next time he sneaks out of the house and doesn't get any sleep, if he's stupid enough to do it again, Noel can cook for herself and let him have a nap.