Drabbles and Containment by A Forum User

Drabble Ten - Stakeout

#10

~Sang~

In the past three hours, I have learnt four things. 1. Stakeouts are boring. 2. When you're tired, you can fall asleep anywhere, even in a stiff upright seat. 3. The person you're doing the stakeout with doesn't appreciate you singing '100 bottles of beer on the wall.' Myself, I thought it was a good, smooth rendition of a classic. Kota said that it was annoying and that his wonderful voice could do it much better.

Number four is that it's even more boring when your partner's taking a nap and you're alone.

The house was a normal house. The occupants were normal, apart from that they stayed up rather late and ate sandwiches. And dear god could I eat a sandwich right now. Right now the torture was over and the man inside was asleep though.

Much like Kota.

Cheese puffs were getting boring to eat after number 20, and I still had half a massive bag full. A conundrum.

Then, the perfect opportunity arose.

Kota's mouth drifted open in his sleep. I stifled a laugh and took a handful of cheese puffs.

My first attempt hit his cheek, and he murmured something and drifted off again.

The next hit his forehead. I froze, hoping he didn't wake up.

Third times the charm.

"She aims," I whispered to myself, lining up the shot, "she shoots!" I threw it in the air, where it made a large arc straight into his mouth. "AND SHE SCOOORES!"

Kota jerked awake. He looked around, dazed.

"Sang?" When he asked he crunched on the cheese puff. He tasted it and narrowed his eyes.

"Sang, why is there a cheese puff in my mouth?"

"I don't know, Kota," I said innocently. He stared at me, disbelieving.

"Sang. Truth."

"I don't know."

"Sang," he was growling now. I smirked at him.

"Maybe the Cheese-Puff-Pixie put it in there."

"I think you did, Sang." I widened my eyes in mock horror and I put a hand on my heart.

"How darest thou accuse me of such wicked deeds?!" I cried. Before I knew it, Kota bent my arm backwards until my face was smushed against the window.

"Did you do it Sang?"

"I'll never tell yo-" He smushed my face on the window again. It didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable, "okay, okay! MERCY! I DID IT!" I cried when he increased the pressure till it almost stung. He let go and patted my head.

"Now, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" He asked. I scowled.

"I can't believe you're reprimanding me for this. I had bloody good aim," I told him, he smirked, and we returned to watching the house.