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esp_dragonv2) wrote2021-06-26 08:13 pm
esp_dragonv2) wrote2021-06-26 08:13 pm
Collection of Frankenstein/Muzaka Snippets [Perfect Place]
Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Muzaka has a new hobby.
Notes: Muzaka never left verse.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 572
Total word count: 23,965
Status: Work in progress
Frankenstein heard humming coming from Muzaka's work room. When he poked his head in, he saw Muzaka hunched over his desk, still humming. To Muzaka not notice his presence said just how focused he was on his task.
There were brightly coloured pieces of glass or plastic scattered across the desk, delicately glittering back at Frankenstein as he peered at them. "What are you doing?" he asked as he slid a hand onto Muzaka's shoulder.
Muzaka twitched at his touch, before Muzaka lifted his head to grin at him. "I found a new project I wanna try out! I just need to perfect it – and figure out what I want to do with them, heh."
"I'm sure you'll find the perfect place for them," Frankenstein said as he pressed his lips to Muzaka's temple. Their home was filled with Muzaka's creations, and Frankenstein had no doubt Muzaka would discover what he wanted to do with them, like he had the others.
*
Muzaka's nose twitched when he smelled the -unfortunately- familiar scent of singed hair. "Frankenstein," he called out as he exited the kitchen.
"Mm?" Frankenstein paused in the hallway, looking over at him.
Muzaka sighed, lifting a hand and brushed his hand through Frankenstein's hair until he found the singed patch.
Frankenstein blinked at it, before he frowned. "When did that happen?"
"I'm not sure," Muzaka said dryly as he tucked the lock behind Frankenstein's ear as best as he could, "but you didn’t have it before you went to the lab."
"Hmm."
Frankenstein did tie his hair back when he worked in the lab, but sometimes that wasn’t enough. If there was something else that could help...
Well, Muzaka could think of something.
*
"Oi, Frankenstein."
Frankenstein paused just before he entered the lab entrance, seeing Muzaka approach. "Yes?" It wasn’t usual for Muzaka to call him away from work.
"Hold still for a sec," Muzaka said, scrutinising him.
Frankenstein did as he was asked, and he furrowed his brow a little when Muzaka reached for his hair. "What are you doing?"
"Fixin' yer hair," Muzaka said as he put some stray strands back in place. That wasn’t going to do mu...
Muzaka held something in his other hand, and Frankenstein felt whatever it was grip his hair much better, securing it in place. Muzaka did the same for the other side of Frankenstein's head, before he stepped back. "There."
"Thank you?" Frankenstein said, touching one of them. They were stiff and thick, like a shard of glass, but they were layered on top of each other in a shape he couldn't figure out from touch alone.
Muzaka swiped at him with a laugh. "No touchin', or else I'll hafta redo it."
"Very well," Frankenstein said, dropping his arm. "I should be finished in an hour or so, if all goes well."
"And with your hair in tact, heh," Muzaka said as he headed further into the house.
His hair did feel like it wouldn't move, at least unless he intentionally played with the hairgrips first. Frankenstein pulled his phone out as he entered his lab, unlocking it.
A few taps brought up his camera, and he smiled softly at the small blue flowers that rested on top of his hair. Petals and leaves, that was what he had felt. And these must be the fruits of Muzaka's current interest.
Yes, Muzaka had found the perfect place for them.
Inspired by this conversation
Summary: Muzaka has a new hobby.
Notes: Muzaka never left verse.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 572
Total word count: 23,965
Status: Work in progress
Frankenstein heard humming coming from Muzaka's work room. When he poked his head in, he saw Muzaka hunched over his desk, still humming. To Muzaka not notice his presence said just how focused he was on his task.
There were brightly coloured pieces of glass or plastic scattered across the desk, delicately glittering back at Frankenstein as he peered at them. "What are you doing?" he asked as he slid a hand onto Muzaka's shoulder.
Muzaka twitched at his touch, before Muzaka lifted his head to grin at him. "I found a new project I wanna try out! I just need to perfect it – and figure out what I want to do with them, heh."
"I'm sure you'll find the perfect place for them," Frankenstein said as he pressed his lips to Muzaka's temple. Their home was filled with Muzaka's creations, and Frankenstein had no doubt Muzaka would discover what he wanted to do with them, like he had the others.
Muzaka's nose twitched when he smelled the -unfortunately- familiar scent of singed hair. "Frankenstein," he called out as he exited the kitchen.
"Mm?" Frankenstein paused in the hallway, looking over at him.
Muzaka sighed, lifting a hand and brushed his hand through Frankenstein's hair until he found the singed patch.
Frankenstein blinked at it, before he frowned. "When did that happen?"
"I'm not sure," Muzaka said dryly as he tucked the lock behind Frankenstein's ear as best as he could, "but you didn’t have it before you went to the lab."
"Hmm."
Frankenstein did tie his hair back when he worked in the lab, but sometimes that wasn’t enough. If there was something else that could help...
Well, Muzaka could think of something.
"Oi, Frankenstein."
Frankenstein paused just before he entered the lab entrance, seeing Muzaka approach. "Yes?" It wasn’t usual for Muzaka to call him away from work.
"Hold still for a sec," Muzaka said, scrutinising him.
Frankenstein did as he was asked, and he furrowed his brow a little when Muzaka reached for his hair. "What are you doing?"
"Fixin' yer hair," Muzaka said as he put some stray strands back in place. That wasn’t going to do mu...
Muzaka held something in his other hand, and Frankenstein felt whatever it was grip his hair much better, securing it in place. Muzaka did the same for the other side of Frankenstein's head, before he stepped back. "There."
"Thank you?" Frankenstein said, touching one of them. They were stiff and thick, like a shard of glass, but they were layered on top of each other in a shape he couldn't figure out from touch alone.
Muzaka swiped at him with a laugh. "No touchin', or else I'll hafta redo it."
"Very well," Frankenstein said, dropping his arm. "I should be finished in an hour or so, if all goes well."
"And with your hair in tact, heh," Muzaka said as he headed further into the house.
His hair did feel like it wouldn't move, at least unless he intentionally played with the hairgrips first. Frankenstein pulled his phone out as he entered his lab, unlocking it.
A few taps brought up his camera, and he smiled softly at the small blue flowers that rested on top of his hair. Petals and leaves, that was what he had felt. And these must be the fruits of Muzaka's current interest.
Yes, Muzaka had found the perfect place for them.
Inspired by this conversation