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Prompt #421 Passport ~ naughty_bangles ~ Lost and Found ~ Original
Title: Lost and Found
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: PG13
Summary: there's nothing more annoying than a missing passport.
Prompt #421 Passport
I was in a hurry and, of fucking course, my damned passport had decided to play hide and seek. Well, one could say it was because I hadn't put it in place after my last trip outside the country, but it would be nothing but scandalmonger words. And maybe I was being a tad insincere about it.
"Oh, for God's sake!", I cried in frustration, throwing a couple of towels back in the armchair I had just picked them from to look under. At this level, that passport could be anywhere, even tucked on the side of an armchair under towels.
From the thresold, I heard Samantha snicker. It wasn't a sound I normally liked, but at this moment, it was worse than anything.
"Don't", I warned her, without turning. I trusted she had heard the threat in my voice, and wouldn't need a death glare to back it up. It turned out she would.
"I'm not saying I told you to put it away at its right place when we got back from Budapest, but..."
Of course, she had, and when she had seen I wasn't following her advice, she had added that it would be no need to come crying to her if I couldn't find it when I need it. To be entirely honest, she had also reminded me to began looking for it when we made reservation for our trip, and neither had I listened. Sometimes I hated her natural skills at organization, that made my own lack of it painfully obvious.
This time, I turned to face her.
"You could help me instead of watching", I told her bitterly. "You know, so we don't miss our flight."
She smirked, but she did stand up straight from the doorstand she was leaning against, and stepped inside the room to help me look for the annoying missing passport. I saw her eyes stop on my suitcase, still open and not a model of organization, but she didn't say anything. She had given up the idea of teaching me how to pack a long time ago, for both our sake.
"Where have you already looked?", she asked, still scanning the room.
"Feels like everywhere, but I guess not, or I would have that bloody passport by now", I mumbled, digging into my panties drawer. Who knows? Maybe I had thought that hiding the precious document there would prevent it from being stolen.
She moved around a little, like she was observing items of an exihibition on modern life. I highly doubted she would find anything like this, but she stopped in front of my handbags boxes, and after having looked though them for less than a minute, she turned, the passport in hand.
"It was still in the zipped pocket of the bag you had at the airport", she explained naturally, like she hadn't pull a Sherlock Holmes and find in three seconds an item I had been looking for for hours.
I took the document from her hand, glancing at it like it had deeply offended me, which was actually the case.
"Thanks", I muttered, a bit against my will, as I threw the passport on my open suitcase.
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: PG13
Summary: there's nothing more annoying than a missing passport.
Prompt #421 Passport
I was in a hurry and, of fucking course, my damned passport had decided to play hide and seek. Well, one could say it was because I hadn't put it in place after my last trip outside the country, but it would be nothing but scandalmonger words. And maybe I was being a tad insincere about it.
"Oh, for God's sake!", I cried in frustration, throwing a couple of towels back in the armchair I had just picked them from to look under. At this level, that passport could be anywhere, even tucked on the side of an armchair under towels.
From the thresold, I heard Samantha snicker. It wasn't a sound I normally liked, but at this moment, it was worse than anything.
"Don't", I warned her, without turning. I trusted she had heard the threat in my voice, and wouldn't need a death glare to back it up. It turned out she would.
"I'm not saying I told you to put it away at its right place when we got back from Budapest, but..."
Of course, she had, and when she had seen I wasn't following her advice, she had added that it would be no need to come crying to her if I couldn't find it when I need it. To be entirely honest, she had also reminded me to began looking for it when we made reservation for our trip, and neither had I listened. Sometimes I hated her natural skills at organization, that made my own lack of it painfully obvious.
This time, I turned to face her.
"You could help me instead of watching", I told her bitterly. "You know, so we don't miss our flight."
She smirked, but she did stand up straight from the doorstand she was leaning against, and stepped inside the room to help me look for the annoying missing passport. I saw her eyes stop on my suitcase, still open and not a model of organization, but she didn't say anything. She had given up the idea of teaching me how to pack a long time ago, for both our sake.
"Where have you already looked?", she asked, still scanning the room.
"Feels like everywhere, but I guess not, or I would have that bloody passport by now", I mumbled, digging into my panties drawer. Who knows? Maybe I had thought that hiding the precious document there would prevent it from being stolen.
She moved around a little, like she was observing items of an exihibition on modern life. I highly doubted she would find anything like this, but she stopped in front of my handbags boxes, and after having looked though them for less than a minute, she turned, the passport in hand.
"It was still in the zipped pocket of the bag you had at the airport", she explained naturally, like she hadn't pull a Sherlock Holmes and find in three seconds an item I had been looking for for hours.
I took the document from her hand, glancing at it like it had deeply offended me, which was actually the case.
"Thanks", I muttered, a bit against my will, as I threw the passport on my open suitcase.