The werewolf reluctantly backed up a couple of steps, allowing Ros to close the fridge door. Then he tried to grab the contents of the plate Jo was taking through to the dining room.
“Not for you!” Jo said equally firmly.
“Sorry,” Adam said. “He had a pound of sausages before we came out, though you’d never believe it.”
Ros tossed a couple of beefburgers onto the floor, while the others went into the dining room.
Thirty seconds later the werewolf joined them.
“Sorry, mate, you’ve had yours,” Adam said.
The werewolf hung its head and whimpered.
“Don’t tease him,” Jo said. “It’s not fair!”
The werewolf trotted over to Jo and looked appealingly at her. She passed him a cocktail sausage roll.
“Don’t encourage him,” Adam said.
“I can’t resist those big eyes.”
“Who are you, Red Riding Hood?”
The werewolf’s head swung round and he raised his eyebrows at Adam.
“All right, I know, stereotypes!” Adam laughed.
The werewolf huffed.
Ros slid a roast chicken across the floor. “Here you are,” she said. “Enjoy it!”
The werewolf wagged its tail and bounded over to the corner, where it crunched contentedly.
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Fill: Double drabble [werewolf!Lucas]
Date: 2020-11-13 05:58 pm (UTC)The werewolf reluctantly backed up a couple of steps, allowing Ros to close the fridge door. Then he tried to grab the contents of the plate Jo was taking through to the dining room.
“Not for you!” Jo said equally firmly.
“Sorry,” Adam said. “He had a pound of sausages before we came out, though you’d never believe it.”
Ros tossed a couple of beefburgers onto the floor, while the others went into the dining room.
Thirty seconds later the werewolf joined them.
“Sorry, mate, you’ve had yours,” Adam said.
The werewolf hung its head and whimpered.
“Don’t tease him,” Jo said. “It’s not fair!”
The werewolf trotted over to Jo and looked appealingly at her. She passed him a cocktail sausage roll.
“Don’t encourage him,” Adam said.
“I can’t resist those big eyes.”
“Who are you, Red Riding Hood?”
The werewolf’s head swung round and he raised his eyebrows at Adam.
“All right, I know, stereotypes!” Adam laughed.
The werewolf huffed.
Ros slid a roast chicken across the floor. “Here you are,” she said. “Enjoy it!”
The werewolf wagged its tail and bounded over to the corner, where it crunched contentedly.