lancelot (ex_dulac881) wrote in casefile, @ 2018-07-13 20:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: harrison exley, character: nicholas wolfe, narration: log/thread, player: holly, player: nae |
WHO: Harrison Exley & Blaze Wolfe.
WHEN: During their high school careers.
WHERE: Health class.
SUMMARY: Harrison & Blaze are given eggs to test their parenting skills. The inevitable happens.
WARNINGS: None.
“I’m going to call him Eggbert. Get it?” An ugly sort of snort proceeded the question. Bradley stopped laughing at his own joke long enough to ask again.“Do you guys get it?” After a few seconds of bored silence Harrison made a whistling sound and cut a line through the air over his head. He turned to look at Blaze. “We have to name them?” “Giving a name and gender are worth points, so..yeah. I guess so.” It would be easier points than keeping the egg with him for two whole weeks. A dog was probably going to eat Blaze’s egg as soon as Blaze got home. Harrison raised an eyebrow, lowered it, frowned, and reached over to take a sharpie off of Bradley’s desk while his back was turned. A few seconds later his egg had a name tattooed on its forehead N I C K. He added eyebrows before tossing the pen in Blaze’s general direction. “Hope he doesn’t bite it.” “Wow, man. I’m touched. Should I name mine Harry? Is that insensitive to eggs?” Blaze drew a face on his egg. Since he was thinking about Indiana when she was a baby, it was a crying face. “It’s not sentient.” Harrison pointed out with a shrug, a second later he changed his mind. “Then again, maybe it’s more sentient than Bradley. Name it whatever you want.” “I mean, Bradley abandoned his egg just after naming it. That seems pretty cold.” Bradley was across the room, ooing and awwing at each girl’s egg and asking if he was the daddy. “Maybe little Eggbert was a mistake. Or maybe Bradley is overconfident in his Health grade.” Harrison pondered the possibilities as he stared at the clean egg wobbling on the desk next to him. “Hmmm.” He stretched out a leg. Since Bradley had left his egg unattended, just after being told for a full twenty minutes about what could happen to an egg if it was left alone, Blaze would guess both. “You know that thing where you push two M&Ms together and one M&M cracks and the other survives and then you go through and find your strongest M&M? You think in this room, there’s a strongest egg?” “I like the way you think.” Harrison smirked. He eyed Bradley’s desk again, and then his left foot which was mere inches away. One good shove and … “Take Harry over there and find out. If he survives he can take on Nick.” “Maybe Nick and Harry should ambush him. They do have the drop.” They’d be doing the class a favor. Knowing Bradley, who knew what kind of a monster his egg spawn would grow up to be. Harrison edged a little closer to the empty desk, Nick firmly in hand. “Your move.” He was all for egg infanticide but it seemed like the kind of activity that was better with friends. Blaze came up along the other side of the desk with Harry. He slid his arm until Harry was in position a few inches away from Eggbert. “Ready?” With Nick positioned on the other side Harrison started counting down. “3...2...1…” On go, Blaze slammed Harry into the left side of Eggbert. And Harrison slammed Nick into the right side of Eggbert. A second or two might have passed before he was touching Blaze’s hand and the slimy insides of their former children. The high-five might have made more of a slapping sound if they hadn’t just smashed three eggs between them. Instead, it was more of a CRUNCH. Just as the teacher yelled their names from across the room. Blaze looked down at the remains of Harry. He bit his lip. “We might be bad parents.” “It could have been worse.” Harrison shrugged. “We could have eaten them.” Blaze scooped up the largest piece of shell on the table and offered it to him. “It’s not too late.” But a second later when Mrs. Jesperson’s hand clamped onto Blaze’s shoulder, it was. “Oh God, Mrs. Jesperson, I tried to stop him but he had this wild look in his eye and …” Blaze glanced at Harrison, but looked back up at the teacher. “I was just trying to hollow them all out so they wouldn’t go rotten.” Mrs. Jesperson started a lecture about their grades, the assignment, and parenthood. A shit eating grin spread across Harrison’s face as he tried to repress a laugh. “HEY, YOU GUYS. THAT WAS MY EGG!” Bradley started cursing at them from across the room. Blaze lifted his gooey hand and offered him one slow wave. “You’re welcome.” When Mrs. Jesperson put a fresh new egg on each of their desks and sent them to the principal’s office a moment later, Blaze didn’t contest it. It would take a minute to get to the principal’s office, maybe two tops before the office manager started to wonder where they were. Time enough for a smidgen of conversation. “Bet you can’t kill Bradley’s replacement Eggbert by the end of the week.” “Bet you can’t keep replacement Nick alive that long.” Easy. Cake. No problem at all. “What are we betting on? Money? Something more interesting?” “The loser has to do one thing the winner says.” “Anything?” Harrison asked hopefully. “Anything short of major crime.” A low whistle. “You’re on.” |