And if it worked out they would blind the world with so much cuteness that the USFSA would probably throw medals at them, just for funsies. "I get to be godfather," Johnny said, wrinkling his nose at his sponge. It was pretty gross, and the stain was still faintly visible. Paris was going to get a really stern talking to next time he came over, except he'd probably have done something else by then and Johnny would be distracted by a ripped bag or mud tracked on the carpet or something. "I get to spoil the kids outrageously, right? How do you feel about sparkly onesies for actual babies?"
"I don't think I want kids yet?" Adam said like a question.
"Of course not, you're still a baby," Johnny said, ignoring Adam's squawk of protest. "Make sure you pack clothes for dates, not just for practicing. I have to go sterilize my sponge, but text me when you get to Nagano so we can plot."
"You mean plan?" Adam asked.
"Sure, if that makes you feel better," Johnny agreed. "Kisses! Fly safe, honey."
Adam said, "You're the best, thanks," and hung up. Johnny really liked that kid. He deserved a good date with a pretty girl -- if girls were what he was into at the moment, Johnny still wasn't convinced, but whatever, it was Adam's life -- and Johnny could make that happen. He was a pro at setting up other people, even if all the dates he went on ended in fire and death and misery.
Johnny picked up his phone and dialed Paris. "Come over so I can pack and yell at you about my cabinet," Johnny said.
"You mean play dress up and take pictures and drink champagne," said Paris. "Give me an hour."
"If you say an hour you'll take four," Johnny complained.
"So you have time to get some actual packing done," Paris agreed. "I'll see you in a little while."
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....I have no idea what I'm going to do about summarizing this fic. Well, I do; I'm going to warn people that they will have cavities and then I'm going to pick a random line of dialogue to quote. /o\
first scene con't
"I don't think I want kids yet?" Adam said like a question.
"Of course not, you're still a baby," Johnny said, ignoring Adam's squawk of protest. "Make sure you pack clothes for dates, not just for practicing. I have to go sterilize my sponge, but text me when you get to Nagano so we can plot."
"You mean plan?" Adam asked.
"Sure, if that makes you feel better," Johnny agreed. "Kisses! Fly safe, honey."
Adam said, "You're the best, thanks," and hung up. Johnny really liked that kid. He deserved a good date with a pretty girl -- if girls were what he was into at the moment, Johnny still wasn't convinced, but whatever, it was Adam's life -- and Johnny could make that happen. He was a pro at setting up other people, even if all the dates he went on ended in fire and death and misery.
Johnny picked up his phone and dialed Paris. "Come over so I can pack and yell at you about my cabinet," Johnny said.
"You mean play dress up and take pictures and drink champagne," said Paris. "Give me an hour."
"If you say an hour you'll take four," Johnny complained.
"So you have time to get some actual packing done," Paris agreed. "I'll see you in a little while."
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....I have no idea what I'm going to do about summarizing this fic. Well, I do; I'm going to warn people that they will have cavities and then I'm going to pick a random line of dialogue to quote. /o\