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95. Drabbles: Color Me Kubrick
Title: Color Me Kubrick
Author: LJ's sakesushimaki
Theme: Team Colors
Notes: fluff, post-513; 7x100 words; thank you, rinmonsterer, for the beta!
Color Me Kubrick
multiple drabble fic
***
“Hello?”
“I was thinking about color schemes.”
“Interesting. You do this all day or…?
“Fuck you, I meant the house.”
“Err, how many rooms are there?”
“’bout twenty, I’d say.”
“Right. And… you wanna go through this now?”
“Why not?”
“Well, there’s the fact that I’ve been in that house twice so far and have no feeling for the rooms yet. Plus, I don’t want them painted by some contractor. Not the important rooms at least.”
“Which would be?”
“Bedroom, kitchen,…”
“By the way, the first box with your shit arrived yesterday.”
“The other two should be there on Wednesday.”
*
“Yes?”
“Forgot to ask, when’s the rest getting in?”
“No, that’s it. I told you it isn’t all that much.”
“I meant the final part of the delivery.”
“…Saturday or Sunday, depending on schedule and flight availability.”
“Just don’t forget to give me the fucking flight information on time. You always forget and expect me to drop everything ‘cause you’re already standing at the baggage claim.”
“Which you always do.”
“Well, not this time.”
“Especially this time.”
“…”
“I’ll make a note of it.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh, and, I’m thinking a dark, blueish teal for the bedroom; just the first idea.”
*
“Ted?”
“Yeah?”
“What are you working on today?”
“Um, I was gonna review the quarterly report and then check if –”
“Didn’t you say you painted your condo a couple of months ago?”
“…Yes.”
“Good. Let’s go then.”
“Where to?”
“Home improvement store.”
…
“Notice how everyone’s staring at us?
“Nothing I’m not used to.”
“Right. Brian, I swear they can smell that two fags just entered the building.”
“Whatever. Let’s move this along. I can literally feel the fumes tainting my Armani.”
“What are we even searching for?”
“A dark, blueish teal wall paint. And I’m guessing, some utensils.”
*
From: bk@kinnetik.com
To: j.taylor@gmail.com
Remaining boxes arrived, two or so glass things are broken. I’m hoping for you that those weren’t of any value, UPS said you didn’t take out insurance. Seriously, Justin?
How about that flight information? I swear I won’t pick you up if you call from the arrival area.
You’re a twat, you twat.
From: j.taylor@gmail.com
To: bk@kinnetik.com
Impatient? Stop being so needy, it’s unattractive.
Still don’t know which flight I’ll be on, my agent is arranging for a final meeting with that one gallery.
Also, I’ve been thinking a deep, dark red for the bedroom. Burgundy-ish.
*
(beep)
“Hey, so I finally booked my flight. I’m coming in on Sunday at 6:25pm, Delta flight 6809. And why did you have to start with that room color thing? Now it’s all I think about. I saw this cool-looking draft from one of my soon-to be ex-roommates and I totally got hooked on this neutral scheme, beige and partially darker browns, maybe some rich green accents. …I feel totally gay right now.”
(beep)
(beep)
“Justin, I’m this close to hiring a hit man! You are unbelievable, you asshole!
(beep)
(beep)
“Are you hallucinating again? …What did I do?”
(beep)
*
“What the fuck are you doing here? You’re not supposed to arrive till tomorrow.”
“…Oooh, we’re so doing this again. Close the door, I knock, you open, I yell ‘Surprise!’ and then you can yank me into your arms for a dramatic kiss. Dip optional.”
“Justin, if you don’t stop messing around, my dick will be optional for you later.”
“Go on, close the door.”
“Christ, can you just come in now, it’s not—”
(knock knock)
“Surprise!”
“Not really, no.”
“God, do you always have to be so— … See? Why couldn’t you do that in the first place?”
*
“Okay, let me just get my bags upstairs. And please tell me you already have some take out menus here. Or other food maybe? And is that paint on your jeans?”
“Yes, no and yes.”
“Riiight. Um, so I’m getting these upstairs, be right back.”
“…Oh, shit, Justin, wait!”
…
“So, why is there a teal, a burgundy and a beige-painted wall in here?”
“…”
“Brian?”
“Because someone couldn’t fucking keep his mind on a color and wasn’t supposed to be here till tomorrow!”
“I don’t even know what to say. If you had told me, …”
“Yeah well, suh-pwiiise!”
***