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Omelets Aren't for Breakfast (1/?)
Date: 2012-03-23 03:51 am (UTC)Characters: Boone, Deathclaw
Other Characters: Cass, F!Courier, Rex
Gen fic
The little Deathclaw is mamma's growin' boy...
Noise, movement. Not the urgent or threatening sorts though. It was the shuffle of duffle bags and the clinking of metal cups, plates and utensils. Razor-mouth yawned, stretched, cracked one slitted eye and rolled it toward the camp fire. The Quiet One in the Hat had already awoke and was going about the motions of making breakfast. Razor-mouth opened both eyes and looked around the rest of camp. Beside him, mommy still slumbered, and squeezed up next to her other side The Half-Metal Dog kicked and twitched in his sleep. The Loud One with Flame Hair was still wrapped in her blankets and would make terrible, loud growls through her nose every so often. It would seem she even had trouble being silent in her dreams. As usual, it was The Quiet One that was first to awaken.
Razor-mouth liked The Quiet One in the Hat, whom mommy called Boom.
Or something like that.
Razor-mouth thought it was because that’s the sound his metal stick made. He would point at the enemies of their pack and it would thunder and jump in his hands, louder than mommy’s or The Loud One’s sticks... BOOM! The enemies of their pack would drop dead and Razor-mouth would feast on their flesh.
The Half-Metal Dog, whom mommy called Rex, had once laughed at him after he called The Quiet Man, “Boom”.
“Silly pup!” he barked with a wide grin- so wide that his tongue hung out- “The man’s name is Boone, not Boom!”
Razor-mouth did not know this word and it didn’t make as much sense. The Dog was Half-Metal and ancient as the desert sands anyway. If he wasn’t crazy, then he was most certainly just a bit deaf.
Sometimes there were more enemies than Boom’s stick could kill at once. That’s when Razor-mouth got to have fun! He would dash in with a roar of glee, slashing out with his claws and snapping with his teeth, felling their foes one after the other. Sometimes Rex would join him, barking obscenities that not even The Loud One knew (and which Razor-mouth suspected were mostly made up) and savaging the stomachs and throats of the interlopers. All the while Boom’s stick would keep shouting it’s rapport and the enemies that Razor-mouth and Rex could not reach would join their slain brethren on the ground. Razor-mouth never worried that Boom’s stick would hurt him. Boom never missed.
Boom had finally stopped moving about fetching things and had set up a cooking pot over the fire. He poured bits of dried things and powders from boxes into the pot and added water from the cleaner bottles, then stirred the whole mess. Razor-mouth snuffled and sniffed and found the scent coming from the cooking pot to be very enticing. His stomach rumbled softly, eager to be filled after the night’s rest. Being careful not to disturb mommy, he lifted himself to his feet and crossed the camp to stand beside Boom.
Something that would have taken him several strides to accomplish a few months ago, he now did in nearly two, and this pleased him. He rumbled to Boom and nudged his side with his shoulder in greeting, causing Boom to grunt and stagger slightly at the weight. This also pleased Razor-mouth, as those same months past he would have reached only up to Booms thigh and found an immovable wall of resistance against his affection. He was faster, bigger and stronger. Some day soon he would simply devourer all of mommy’s enemies, the ones that she called Legion and their alpha, Caesar the Bull.
For now, he was hungry and would devour breakfast from a cooking pot.
Omelets Aren't for Breakfast (2/2)
Date: 2012-03-23 03:52 am (UTC)“No.”
Razor-mouth snorted. He did not like the word no. He disliked it most when mommy used it, because she did not use it often but she meant it when she did. Boom, on the other talon, only liked to think he meant it. Razor-mouth knew better.
He ducked a little lower, tucking his long claws closer to his body and nosed his snout under Boom’s arm. He had to be more careful than before, his horns were also starting to grow out. Boom pulled his arm away and the crease between his brows deepened. He said, “No,” again.
Razor-mouth grunted and trilled at Boom softly in supplication but the man still remained unmoved to share his breakfast. It looked like he would have to resort to a tactic that Rex had taught him. Cooing as sweetly as he could to get Boom’s attention one last time, he plopped into the sand then proceeded to roll onto his back. He curled his toes and claws in tight to minimize the effect the deadly weapons usually had and swished his tail playfully in the dirt. One last touch remained to finish the ploy and he added it. He opened his mouth an let his long, sticky togue loll out to the ground. Boom shook his head and sighed deeply.
“Fine,” he grunted. He picked up the metal plate he’d set aside and spooned some of the food onto it, then used a rag to quickly hook the handle of the cooking pot and pull it from the fire. He dropped it on the ground before Razor-mouth’s snout then walked away to sit on his bed roll.
“Don’t say I never did any thing for you,” he grumped from his seat then shoveled a bite of food into his mouth.
Razor-mouth rumbled enthusiastically as he popped up from the ground and quickly set to work consuming his prize. The food was hot and filling and tasted of starch and preservatives. Razor-mouth ate every last morsel and licked the pot clean. With a satisfied snort Razor-mouth finally deemed the food thoroughly eaten and licked his chopped free of any remaining crumbs. Boom was still eating his serving, thoughtfully chewing each bite before swallowing. Razor-mouth decided to show Boom his gratitude and trotted over to the broody soldier. The man glanced up at the young Deathclaw in time to get a face-full of it’s long tongue slurping against his cheek.
“Aurgh! Would you knock it off? You know I can’t stand that,” he grumbled.
Razor-mouth knew that he was lying.
Finally surmising that his job was done for the moment, Razor-mouth trotted back over to his mommy’s slumbering form and flopped down beside her. He sidled and snuggled up against her and she sighed and murmured in her sleep and threw an arm over his neck. Feeling full and happy and cozy, Razor-mouth decided to nap lightly till mommy, Rex and The Loud One woke up. He knew that when they did, the women would make them selves breakfast, of which he and Rex would share the leftovers. Then mommy would coo and squish his cheeks and call him baby and announce that she would get him a proper meal and they would go hunt wild Bighorners in the hills before setting off for an other day of adventure.
As Razor-mouth slumbered he reflected that today was going to be a good day.
Re: Omelets Aren't for Breakfast (2/2)
Date: 2012-03-23 04:59 am (UTC)If you ever decide to write a sequel...
Re: Omelets Aren't for Breakfast (2/2)
Date: 2012-03-23 07:39 am (UTC)I just might make a sequel... there's a couple interactions between Razor-mouth and Rex that I thought of but had no place for in this fill. Also would like to have more Courier.
Re: Omelets Aren't for Breakfast (2/2)
Date: 2012-03-23 03:27 pm (UTC)Re: Omelets Aren't for Breakfast (2/2)
Date: 2012-03-23 12:20 pm (UTC)Re: Omelets Aren't for Breakfast (2/2)
Date: 2012-06-22 05:23 pm (UTC)BOOM.
All of my love, anon! This is wonderful! <3 <3 <3
Re: Omelets Aren't for Breakfast (2/2)
Date: 2015-04-09 05:54 pm (UTC)