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Three snippets of fic from morphicon bunnies:
1.
William Mitchell enters the grocery store on his way home from work to the sight of a tiny boy in a white shirt and dark jeans, with his fingers in his mouth as he scrunches his nose and looks around. Mitchell looks around quickly, but there don’t seem to be any adults moving to claim the child. He starts towards the child and squats down so they’re on eye level.
“Are you okay?” Mitchell asks.
He shakes his head no, takes his fingers out of his mouth and whispers, “I lost.”
“I’m Will, what’s your name?” Mitchell asks with a reassuring smile.
“Trent.”
“Okay, Trent. How about we head over to customer service and see if we can’t find your adults?” Mitchell suggests as he stands and holds out his hand. Trent regards his hand for a moment, then looks up at him before sticking both his hands in the air. Mitchell obliges and picks him up.
Trent starts playing with Mitchell’s collar as he tells him, “My parents science.”
2.
“It’s helping,” TJ cuts in, “Besides without Zhane having gone, you wouldn’t be getting your first plane ride.”
Andros gives him a glare then grumbles, “I suspect the Megaship would’ve been faster.”
“It would’ve been,” Justin agrees as they line up to head through security. They move through quickly until the agent tells Adam there is something suspicious in his bag. Adam stills. His morpher is in his carry-on.
“I have the worst travel luck,” Adam grumbles as the TSA agent opens up his bag and starts rifling through it. It doesn’t take her long to pull out his Mastodon morpher. She turns it over a few times frowning at it. Adam has always thought Tommy was silly for putting his morphers in his checked bag, but now he isn’t so sure. A slow smile spreads her face. She turns to her co-worker, now grinning from ear to ear, “Hey, doesn’t this look like one of those morphers from that Japanese show based on Power Rangers?”
Her co-worker’s eyes widen, “That show is hilarious!”
She then does a complicated series of hand motions while holding Adam’s morpher, before she slams both hands around it and declares, “Bam! I’m a Power Ranger!”
Adam isn’t sure how to react. Justin pokes him.
3.
“We should have pizza!” Mike declares, “From that place…last week…pizza! It was yummy!”
“We are not going all the way to Ocean’s Bluff for pizza,” Kevin tells him.
Mike stops spinning to pout at him.
“Jungle Karma?” the woman asks.
“That's it!” Mike bounces over to her, “Their pizza is so good!”
“It is,” she agrees, “and RJ isn’t hard on the eyes either.”
“Yes!” Mike agrees shaking his head vigorously, “Or Fran!”
“Can we not get into your epic crush on Fran?” Kevin groans as he rubs the bridge of his nose.
“I’m Mike. He’s Kevin.”
“Ms. Appleby.”
“Nice to meet you,” Kevin offers as Mike starts running towards the sidewalk, “Sorry he’s so…”
“I’ve seen monsters do worse,” Ms. Appleby reassures him, “I’ve taught Power Rangers, I’m sure I can help you wrangle your friend through monster induced drunkenness.”
“I’m thinking just hyper,” Kevin dismisses, “Mike usually tries to strip when he…”
Kevin trails off as Mike tosses his shirt onto the grass. He takes off after Mike, catching him easily and grabbing Mike by his pants before he can pull them off. He turns Mike in his arms, all while telling Mike he has to stay dressed. He zips and buttons Mike’s pants and tells him, “Now stay here while I get your shirt.”
“You’re no fun,” Mike pouts.
“Here’s his shirt,” Ms. Appleby offers as she catches up to them and holds it out. Kevin takes it from her and Mike backs up.
“I don’t wanna!”
“Mike,” Kevin tries to reason.
“No!”
Kevin sighs frustrated. The last time Mike was like this, Kevin had had his spin sword and Mike had behaved better.
“Young man,” Ms. Appleby informs Mike, “you will wear your shirt or you won’t get pizza.”
Mike takes the shirt from her with wide eyes and then tries to struggle back into it. He yelps when his head gets stuck. Shaking his head Kevin moves to help. It takes a moment to get Mike to stop trying to put his hands through the wrong holes, but eventually between the two of them Kevin is tugging Mike’s shirt into place. Mike gives him a lopsided grin, kisses him in thanks then spins on his heels to start jumping his way down the sidewalk as he declares, “It’s pizza time!”
1.
William Mitchell enters the grocery store on his way home from work to the sight of a tiny boy in a white shirt and dark jeans, with his fingers in his mouth as he scrunches his nose and looks around. Mitchell looks around quickly, but there don’t seem to be any adults moving to claim the child. He starts towards the child and squats down so they’re on eye level.
“Are you okay?” Mitchell asks.
He shakes his head no, takes his fingers out of his mouth and whispers, “I lost.”
“I’m Will, what’s your name?” Mitchell asks with a reassuring smile.
“Trent.”
“Okay, Trent. How about we head over to customer service and see if we can’t find your adults?” Mitchell suggests as he stands and holds out his hand. Trent regards his hand for a moment, then looks up at him before sticking both his hands in the air. Mitchell obliges and picks him up.
Trent starts playing with Mitchell’s collar as he tells him, “My parents science.”
2.
“It’s helping,” TJ cuts in, “Besides without Zhane having gone, you wouldn’t be getting your first plane ride.”
Andros gives him a glare then grumbles, “I suspect the Megaship would’ve been faster.”
“It would’ve been,” Justin agrees as they line up to head through security. They move through quickly until the agent tells Adam there is something suspicious in his bag. Adam stills. His morpher is in his carry-on.
“I have the worst travel luck,” Adam grumbles as the TSA agent opens up his bag and starts rifling through it. It doesn’t take her long to pull out his Mastodon morpher. She turns it over a few times frowning at it. Adam has always thought Tommy was silly for putting his morphers in his checked bag, but now he isn’t so sure. A slow smile spreads her face. She turns to her co-worker, now grinning from ear to ear, “Hey, doesn’t this look like one of those morphers from that Japanese show based on Power Rangers?”
Her co-worker’s eyes widen, “That show is hilarious!”
She then does a complicated series of hand motions while holding Adam’s morpher, before she slams both hands around it and declares, “Bam! I’m a Power Ranger!”
Adam isn’t sure how to react. Justin pokes him.
3.
“We should have pizza!” Mike declares, “From that place…last week…pizza! It was yummy!”
“We are not going all the way to Ocean’s Bluff for pizza,” Kevin tells him.
Mike stops spinning to pout at him.
“Jungle Karma?” the woman asks.
“That's it!” Mike bounces over to her, “Their pizza is so good!”
“It is,” she agrees, “and RJ isn’t hard on the eyes either.”
“Yes!” Mike agrees shaking his head vigorously, “Or Fran!”
“Can we not get into your epic crush on Fran?” Kevin groans as he rubs the bridge of his nose.
“I’m Mike. He’s Kevin.”
“Ms. Appleby.”
“Nice to meet you,” Kevin offers as Mike starts running towards the sidewalk, “Sorry he’s so…”
“I’ve seen monsters do worse,” Ms. Appleby reassures him, “I’ve taught Power Rangers, I’m sure I can help you wrangle your friend through monster induced drunkenness.”
“I’m thinking just hyper,” Kevin dismisses, “Mike usually tries to strip when he…”
Kevin trails off as Mike tosses his shirt onto the grass. He takes off after Mike, catching him easily and grabbing Mike by his pants before he can pull them off. He turns Mike in his arms, all while telling Mike he has to stay dressed. He zips and buttons Mike’s pants and tells him, “Now stay here while I get your shirt.”
“You’re no fun,” Mike pouts.
“Here’s his shirt,” Ms. Appleby offers as she catches up to them and holds it out. Kevin takes it from her and Mike backs up.
“I don’t wanna!”
“Mike,” Kevin tries to reason.
“No!”
Kevin sighs frustrated. The last time Mike was like this, Kevin had had his spin sword and Mike had behaved better.
“Young man,” Ms. Appleby informs Mike, “you will wear your shirt or you won’t get pizza.”
Mike takes the shirt from her with wide eyes and then tries to struggle back into it. He yelps when his head gets stuck. Shaking his head Kevin moves to help. It takes a moment to get Mike to stop trying to put his hands through the wrong holes, but eventually between the two of them Kevin is tugging Mike’s shirt into place. Mike gives him a lopsided grin, kisses him in thanks then spins on his heels to start jumping his way down the sidewalk as he declares, “It’s pizza time!”
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(I want context! What'd they do?)
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