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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: There’s an App for That
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 615
Summary: Um… there’s no actual story here so I don’t know where to even start. Sorry.
Author’s Note: I haven’t been doing all that great with getting words in this month (although I’m at 24 icons so far and that helps) so with the Wednesday push, I thought I’d write this dumb little thing. I feel like I should apologize in advance. Imi pare rau. Lo siento even. I'd even say es tut mir Leid but that's just getting silly. *snort*
“What the hell is he doing, Andy?”
Looking up from the recipe he’d been studying, Andrej glanced at his partner who was teasing Trish’s new puppy with his toes. “Zayne,” Andrej said with a sigh. “Be careful. He has bitten you twice already.”
Zayne made a face and waved off Andrej’s concerns. “Puppy teeth don’t hurt, baby.”
“I disagree,” James muttered, rubbing his left wrist where the puppy had gotten him earlier that day. “How long did that crazy redhead say she was going to be gone?”
“Pot calling kettle,” Zayne teased.
“She said she’d only be gone an hour,” Andrej said, ignoring Zayne. “Trish should be returning to reclaim the puppy soon.”
“Aww,” Zayne said, disappointed. “Does she really have to – OUCH.”
Andrej looked in Zayne’s direction and found him holding his finger. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Zayne grunted, shaking his fingers out. “Little shit bit me.”
“Didn’t Andy tell you that would happen?” James shook his head and grinned. “I wonder if we told him his brain was an app, he’d use it once in a while?”
Chuckling, Andrej returned his attention to the recipe. “I do not know if that would help, Jay. Zayne is… well, Zayne, and he works in his own strange ways.”
“Yeah,” James drawled, glancing over at the cowboy with the puppy in his lap. “I think that’s the understatement of the year. I hope you don’t plan on kissing him later because…”
He directed his gaze over towards where Zayne sat on the floor and grimaced. The puppy was licking Zayne’s face and loving every second of it.
“Not that I can blame the pup,” James said, laughing. “The cowboy does taste pretty good but man, that’s just nasty.”
**
Trish was half an hour late and by that time, Zayne and the puppy were inseparable.
“I’ll cut you a deal on the cowboy,” James offered.
“Yeah,” Trish said, cringing. “I’ll pass. I work with his ex, remember? I’m already well versed in all his bad habits.”
“So I can’t keep the puppy?” Zayne turned his big, green eyes on Andrej and pouted.
“No,” Andrej said. “Absolutely not. No dogs in my house.”
“Other than the one already sharing your bed,” Trish snickered.
“I do not know what you are talking about,” Andrej deadpanned.
“Zayne,” Trish grinned. “I promise to bring Pablo around to visit again.”
“Wait,” Zayne said, eying the woman. “His name is Pablo? What the hell kind of name is that for a dog?”
Trish shrugged. “I thought it fit. I mean, he’s a Chihuahua, right? He might as well have a Spanish name.”
“That’s insulting,” Zayne frowned.
Laughing, Trish patted the top of Zayne’s head. “He’s too easy,” she said to the guys. “I’ll see you all on Monday.”
After she was gone, Zayne narrowed his eyes at his boyfriends. “What did she mean by I’m ‘too easy’?”
“Other than the obvious, Reyes,” James grinned.
“The puppy’s name is not Pablo,” Andrej said, ignoring James this time. “According to his tag it’s Zeus. Which is… amusing.”
Rising to his knees, Zayne glared at them both. “I don’t like either of you right now.” He flicked his eyes to Andrej and amended his statement. “But come dinnertime, I might be persuaded otherwise.”
“Food,” James said. “The great motivator.”
“Speaking of food…”
“Nu pot face asta cu voi doi,” Andrej muttered, stalking off to the kitchen.*
“What the hell?”
“Not sure, cowboy,” Andrej heard James reply. “But I’m not sure it bodes well for either of us.”
“Well hell,” Zayne sighed. “How do you feel about pizza?”
“Pizza works,” James agreed.
*Nu pot face asta cu voi doi = I can’t do this with you two.
Fandom: Romani Detective original fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 615
Summary: Um… there’s no actual story here so I don’t know where to even start. Sorry.
Author’s Note: I haven’t been doing all that great with getting words in this month (although I’m at 24 icons so far and that helps) so with the Wednesday push, I thought I’d write this dumb little thing. I feel like I should apologize in advance. Imi pare rau. Lo siento even. I'd even say es tut mir Leid but that's just getting silly. *snort*
“What the hell is he doing, Andy?”
Looking up from the recipe he’d been studying, Andrej glanced at his partner who was teasing Trish’s new puppy with his toes. “Zayne,” Andrej said with a sigh. “Be careful. He has bitten you twice already.”
Zayne made a face and waved off Andrej’s concerns. “Puppy teeth don’t hurt, baby.”
“I disagree,” James muttered, rubbing his left wrist where the puppy had gotten him earlier that day. “How long did that crazy redhead say she was going to be gone?”
“Pot calling kettle,” Zayne teased.
“She said she’d only be gone an hour,” Andrej said, ignoring Zayne. “Trish should be returning to reclaim the puppy soon.”
“Aww,” Zayne said, disappointed. “Does she really have to – OUCH.”
Andrej looked in Zayne’s direction and found him holding his finger. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Zayne grunted, shaking his fingers out. “Little shit bit me.”
“Didn’t Andy tell you that would happen?” James shook his head and grinned. “I wonder if we told him his brain was an app, he’d use it once in a while?”
Chuckling, Andrej returned his attention to the recipe. “I do not know if that would help, Jay. Zayne is… well, Zayne, and he works in his own strange ways.”
“Yeah,” James drawled, glancing over at the cowboy with the puppy in his lap. “I think that’s the understatement of the year. I hope you don’t plan on kissing him later because…”
He directed his gaze over towards where Zayne sat on the floor and grimaced. The puppy was licking Zayne’s face and loving every second of it.
“Not that I can blame the pup,” James said, laughing. “The cowboy does taste pretty good but man, that’s just nasty.”
**
Trish was half an hour late and by that time, Zayne and the puppy were inseparable.
“I’ll cut you a deal on the cowboy,” James offered.
“Yeah,” Trish said, cringing. “I’ll pass. I work with his ex, remember? I’m already well versed in all his bad habits.”
“So I can’t keep the puppy?” Zayne turned his big, green eyes on Andrej and pouted.
“No,” Andrej said. “Absolutely not. No dogs in my house.”
“Other than the one already sharing your bed,” Trish snickered.
“I do not know what you are talking about,” Andrej deadpanned.
“Zayne,” Trish grinned. “I promise to bring Pablo around to visit again.”
“Wait,” Zayne said, eying the woman. “His name is Pablo? What the hell kind of name is that for a dog?”
Trish shrugged. “I thought it fit. I mean, he’s a Chihuahua, right? He might as well have a Spanish name.”
“That’s insulting,” Zayne frowned.
Laughing, Trish patted the top of Zayne’s head. “He’s too easy,” she said to the guys. “I’ll see you all on Monday.”
After she was gone, Zayne narrowed his eyes at his boyfriends. “What did she mean by I’m ‘too easy’?”
“Other than the obvious, Reyes,” James grinned.
“The puppy’s name is not Pablo,” Andrej said, ignoring James this time. “According to his tag it’s Zeus. Which is… amusing.”
Rising to his knees, Zayne glared at them both. “I don’t like either of you right now.” He flicked his eyes to Andrej and amended his statement. “But come dinnertime, I might be persuaded otherwise.”
“Food,” James said. “The great motivator.”
“Speaking of food…”
“Nu pot face asta cu voi doi,” Andrej muttered, stalking off to the kitchen.*
“What the hell?”
“Not sure, cowboy,” Andrej heard James reply. “But I’m not sure it bodes well for either of us.”
“Well hell,” Zayne sighed. “How do you feel about pizza?”
“Pizza works,” James agreed.
*Nu pot face asta cu voi doi = I can’t do this with you two.
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Date: 2017-08-10 02:00 am (UTC)Very apt for Zayne.
And my chichuachua does have a Spanish name, but then I didn't name her...lol
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Date: 2017-08-10 12:23 pm (UTC)I thought so anyway!
Aw, what's her name? My sister's is named Cleo because at the time they had a cat named Clifford. :D If it's any comfort, years ago we adopted a cat who was part Himalayan and part Siamese and someone thought naming him Tiger was a good call. Um... he had zero stripes.
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Date: 2017-08-10 02:14 pm (UTC)Her name is Bonita, which is Spanish for beautiful.
Maybe, he had the spirit of a tiger instead of the stripes.
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Date: 2017-08-10 03:57 pm (UTC)That's a good name for a little dog. :D One of my neighbors has a Chi named Zeus (which is where I stole the idea from). I thought it was funny the first time I heard him call his puppy.
He was the dopiest cat ever. And he was severely cross-eyed, too. Gorgeous, but dopey, and sweet as pie.