93. Thanksgiving
Nov. 24th, 2006 03:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
governmentninja((This is part of a fic challenge spread over multiple journals. The full table of links can be found here.
Notes: This fic is part of rp canon.))
He was surrounded by silence, a very uncomfortable and awkward silence. He knew that coming here was a mistake, it always was. But there was a part of him that hoped that this time would be different. As the silence lingered on, though, all he could think was that he'd rather be with Claire.
He'd settle for being anywhere but here. A strange thought, since "here" happened to be home.
No one seemed sure of what to say. The adults just gaped at him in muted surprise. The kids, to whom he was a virtual stranger, sat quietly confused by the grown up reactions to his presence.
Maybe he should've called first, told them that he'd be nearby in Philly on business. Maybe he should've taken off his tactical gear; guns and grenades at the table were bad manners. Maybe he should've made more noise when he first entered; he was so quiet that it was nearly a minute before they noticed him there. Perhaps they thought he was a ghost. Maybe he should've asked Claire to come; this would be easier with her here.
Maybe he shouldn't have come at all.
Not being able to take the lack of noise anymore, Leon stood up a little straighter, and spoke.
"...Hi."
For a few moments, the silence still reigned, and he could feel that bit of hope start to whither and die inside of him.
Then, someone at the table snickered, which grew into a chuckle. It seemed to spread among everyone, until most of the table was laughing.
Leon raised an eyebrow at this, utterly confused. He was eventually clued in.
"We were just talking about you!"
"Well, more like we were explaining why Paul is still deathly afraid of rabbits..."
He paused for a moment, then grinned sheepishly as he ran a hand through his hair. That seemed to make everyone at the table laugh harder.
"I was eleven at the time..."
"Oh, please, you were such a little trouble maker."
"Like what you did with my dolls."
"And to poor Jared down the block."
"And what the hell did you put in the food that one time?"
"Oh, leave the boy alone. He hasn't even gotten his jacket off. Move over so he can sit down."
And hope lives on...
Notes: This fic is part of rp canon.))
He was surrounded by silence, a very uncomfortable and awkward silence. He knew that coming here was a mistake, it always was. But there was a part of him that hoped that this time would be different. As the silence lingered on, though, all he could think was that he'd rather be with Claire.
He'd settle for being anywhere but here. A strange thought, since "here" happened to be home.
No one seemed sure of what to say. The adults just gaped at him in muted surprise. The kids, to whom he was a virtual stranger, sat quietly confused by the grown up reactions to his presence.
Maybe he should've called first, told them that he'd be nearby in Philly on business. Maybe he should've taken off his tactical gear; guns and grenades at the table were bad manners. Maybe he should've made more noise when he first entered; he was so quiet that it was nearly a minute before they noticed him there. Perhaps they thought he was a ghost. Maybe he should've asked Claire to come; this would be easier with her here.
Maybe he shouldn't have come at all.
Not being able to take the lack of noise anymore, Leon stood up a little straighter, and spoke.
"...Hi."
For a few moments, the silence still reigned, and he could feel that bit of hope start to whither and die inside of him.
Then, someone at the table snickered, which grew into a chuckle. It seemed to spread among everyone, until most of the table was laughing.
Leon raised an eyebrow at this, utterly confused. He was eventually clued in.
"We were just talking about you!"
"Well, more like we were explaining why Paul is still deathly afraid of rabbits..."
He paused for a moment, then grinned sheepishly as he ran a hand through his hair. That seemed to make everyone at the table laugh harder.
"I was eleven at the time..."
"Oh, please, you were such a little trouble maker."
"Like what you did with my dolls."
"And to poor Jared down the block."
"And what the hell did you put in the food that one time?"
"Oh, leave the boy alone. He hasn't even gotten his jacket off. Move over so he can sit down."
And hope lives on...
