Trowa drabble
Just a drabble inspired by the new table of prompts at the mirror site. Doh!
Title: Guilt: It's What's For Dinner Characters: Trowa and the mercs Rating: FRT, as per the FR Rating System Summary: drabble, exactly 100 words inspired by the prompt 'cooking' __________________________________
Trowa felt so bad about John.
The worst part was he'd been carrying the pack with all their food when he'd stumbled into the minefield. A mercenary should have known better. He'd paid for his mistake, though. Died immediately; the pack destroyed. Just a torso left. Extremities gone.
"Go on, Trowa. Eat it. It's all there is."
"I can't. This is..."
"Don't think about that. It's all there is."
No pack. No food. This was it.
"Eat it."
After a minute of futile arguing with his stomach, Trowa grudgingly joined them and ate.