Worth [Sad]
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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: There was something wrong with Frankenstein.
Notes: Concerned prompt for the Noblesse Let's Fix It event.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 661
Total word count: 20,086
Status: Work in progress
There was something wrong with Frankenstein. His scent was different, his shoulders lower than usual, and he didn't lift his feet as high. Not angry - he wasn't stiff and there was no weight of his aura in the air.
Sad? Frankenstein was sad?
M-21 watched as Frankenstein sat on the sofa with a sigh. Frankenstein only sat on the sofa if he was watching the screen on the wall or eating, but he didn't reach for the remote or have any food in his hand.
Frankenstein was sad.
Hng. Frankenstein and Master had helped him feel better when he felt bad, so he should do the same back.
What made him feel better? Getting scratched behind the ears and food.
He didn't see Frankenstein and Master touching each other much, though he'd seen Master pat Frankenstein's shoulders a few times.
He hopped up next to Frankenstein and patted his shoulder with a paw.
"Mm?" Frankenstein said, turning towards him. "Do you want something?
Frankenstein didn't feel better after that. M-21 hopped off the sofa again, searching for what he needed next.
He found the tube filled with treats and brought it over in his jaws.
"Ah," Frankenstein said, taking it from him. "Do you want it topped up?" Frankenstein shook it and frowned at the rattling sound. "It's not empty."
That wasn't working either. What did Frankenstein like? Tea, Frankenstein liked tea.
M-21 looked over to the kitchen, seeing the kettle and went over.
"M-21?"
Paw braced against the counter, M-21 flipped the switch that turned the kettle on, and then leaned forward to pull the teabag tin towards him.
"Are you trying to make tea?" Frankenstein's voice was closer, and M-21 nodded, easing the lid off with his jaws. "For me?" M-21 wagged his tail as Frankenstein picked the teabag up instead, moving M-21's snout away from the tin.
"You're going to have problems pouring the kettle," Frankenstein said, his voice distant, like it got when he was thinking about something else.
He could still try! He wanted Frankenstein to feel better - he would only need to grab the handle in his jaws.
"But...thank you," Frankenstein said, scratching M-21 behind the ears.
Praise! M-21 wagged his tail harder.
Frankenstein poured the water into a mug, walking back to the sofa once he'd tidied everything away.
As Frankenstein drank his tea, he continued scratching M-21 behind the ears the entire time as M-21 leaned against his leg. Frankenstein seemed better now.
"Aah," Frankenstein said, as he step the mug down. "That break was needed. And I think I know now what I'm going to work on next."
He'd helped!
* * *
"M-21?"
He looked over, seeing Frankenstein set a machine down on the kitchen counter. It was tubelike though there was an area in the centre that had been cut out. It was made of metal, and Frankenstein put a mug inside the hole.
"I made you something if you think Master or I need tea again."
Oh? M-21 braced his paws on the counter, sniffing at the machine. It smelled of tea, and there was a big button above where the mug was.
"You just need to push this button-" Frankenstein waved towards it. "-and it'll make tea."
Oh! That was much simpler. M-21 reached over, the button making a satisfying 'click' when he pressed it.
The machine whirred before a stream of dark liquid poured out and into the mug.
Done. He looked at Frankenstein, who smiled at him. "Yes, exactly like that," Frankenstein said, taking the mug and drinking.
"Now that I've figured that out," he said as he washed his cup once he'd finished, "I can focus again on perfecting Master's ramen recipe with fresh eyes."
M-21 watched Frankenstein leave before he placed a mug in the right space, ready to be used when it was next needed. So that was why Frankenstein had been sad earlier.
Frankenstein would be able to do it. M-21 knew it.
Summary: There was something wrong with Frankenstein.
Notes: Concerned prompt for the Noblesse Let's Fix It event.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 661
Total word count: 20,086
Status: Work in progress
There was something wrong with Frankenstein. His scent was different, his shoulders lower than usual, and he didn't lift his feet as high. Not angry - he wasn't stiff and there was no weight of his aura in the air.
Sad? Frankenstein was sad?
M-21 watched as Frankenstein sat on the sofa with a sigh. Frankenstein only sat on the sofa if he was watching the screen on the wall or eating, but he didn't reach for the remote or have any food in his hand.
Frankenstein was sad.
Hng. Frankenstein and Master had helped him feel better when he felt bad, so he should do the same back.
What made him feel better? Getting scratched behind the ears and food.
He didn't see Frankenstein and Master touching each other much, though he'd seen Master pat Frankenstein's shoulders a few times.
He hopped up next to Frankenstein and patted his shoulder with a paw.
"Mm?" Frankenstein said, turning towards him. "Do you want something?
Frankenstein didn't feel better after that. M-21 hopped off the sofa again, searching for what he needed next.
He found the tube filled with treats and brought it over in his jaws.
"Ah," Frankenstein said, taking it from him. "Do you want it topped up?" Frankenstein shook it and frowned at the rattling sound. "It's not empty."
That wasn't working either. What did Frankenstein like? Tea, Frankenstein liked tea.
M-21 looked over to the kitchen, seeing the kettle and went over.
"M-21?"
Paw braced against the counter, M-21 flipped the switch that turned the kettle on, and then leaned forward to pull the teabag tin towards him.
"Are you trying to make tea?" Frankenstein's voice was closer, and M-21 nodded, easing the lid off with his jaws. "For me?" M-21 wagged his tail as Frankenstein picked the teabag up instead, moving M-21's snout away from the tin.
"You're going to have problems pouring the kettle," Frankenstein said, his voice distant, like it got when he was thinking about something else.
He could still try! He wanted Frankenstein to feel better - he would only need to grab the handle in his jaws.
"But...thank you," Frankenstein said, scratching M-21 behind the ears.
Praise! M-21 wagged his tail harder.
Frankenstein poured the water into a mug, walking back to the sofa once he'd tidied everything away.
As Frankenstein drank his tea, he continued scratching M-21 behind the ears the entire time as M-21 leaned against his leg. Frankenstein seemed better now.
"Aah," Frankenstein said, as he step the mug down. "That break was needed. And I think I know now what I'm going to work on next."
He'd helped!
"M-21?"
He looked over, seeing Frankenstein set a machine down on the kitchen counter. It was tubelike though there was an area in the centre that had been cut out. It was made of metal, and Frankenstein put a mug inside the hole.
"I made you something if you think Master or I need tea again."
Oh? M-21 braced his paws on the counter, sniffing at the machine. It smelled of tea, and there was a big button above where the mug was.
"You just need to push this button-" Frankenstein waved towards it. "-and it'll make tea."
Oh! That was much simpler. M-21 reached over, the button making a satisfying 'click' when he pressed it.
The machine whirred before a stream of dark liquid poured out and into the mug.
Done. He looked at Frankenstein, who smiled at him. "Yes, exactly like that," Frankenstein said, taking the mug and drinking.
"Now that I've figured that out," he said as he washed his cup once he'd finished, "I can focus again on perfecting Master's ramen recipe with fresh eyes."
M-21 watched Frankenstein leave before he placed a mug in the right space, ready to be used when it was next needed. So that was why Frankenstein had been sad earlier.
Frankenstein would be able to do it. M-21 knew it.