FIC: Box of Chocolates
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vigorliStarting next week, I'll be running my longest VigOrli fic yet! It will be posted in 7 parts, then a silly fic involving Girl Scouts (don't ask) and another Word Prompt fic. The last week of October I think I might be using my posting times to brainstorm some VigOrli ideas for NaNoWriMo so I'll be asking for everyone's help and opinions.
Okay, I'm off to PA for the weekend! *dances*
Title: Box of Chocolates
Author: Ranmaru
Rating: PG
Summary: Orlando disagrees with a particular "Gump-ism."
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, just playing.
The phone rang seven times before Viggo answered it. His answering machine had shit the bed only the day before and he was still wary of using the free voicemail system his service offered. He knew it was paranoid, but really, couldn’t someone from the phone company just log into his voicemail and listen to his messages any time they wanted to? And considering some of the more…interesting…messages
“Life is not like a fucking box of chocolates,” was the first thing Viggo heard after he uttered a quiet ‘hello.’
“Bored?”
“It’s on the telly. I can watch the television whenever I want to.”
Viggo chuckled. “Of course you can. You’re a big boy now.”
“Stop patronizing me.”
“Why isn’t life like a box of chocolates?”
“I get it already.” Viggo laughed.
“That’s all I’m saying.”
“Orli, you didn’t really say anything at all.”
“I’m not calling you anymore.”
Viggo closed his eyes and laid his head back against the couch. “Come home soon.”
“Maybe. Phone sex tomorrow?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
Viggo listened to the dial-tone for a moment before he hung up. He grinned and shook his head. Maybe he should just get cable and be done with it. Orli would like that.
End
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Date: 2007-09-28 03:14 pm (UTC)Viggo closed his eyes and laid his head back against the couch. “Come home soon.”
i adore this little glimpse into the domesticity of them!
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Date: 2007-10-01 10:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 05:44 pm (UTC)*g*
I love it when he is pouting!
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Date: 2007-10-01 10:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 09:03 pm (UTC)My daughter says life's more like a lollypop.....it sucks! LOL!!
But with a little fic like this my weekend has a good start!! So thanks again for sharing, hugs and kisses!!!
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Date: 2007-10-01 12:31 pm (UTC)Благодарю за блог
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