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coprime_recs) wrote2006-06-22 11:58 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2006-06-22 11:58 pm
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Static Shock: Tech Support by Mouse
Tech Support (Richie-Maggie Foley | PG | 4,380 words): The Watchtower needs Gear's help, but he's grounded. It's a lovely, wonderful, real characterization of both Richie and his mom.
Excerpt:
"You took shop?" his mother asked. She frowned, then looked suddenly regretful. "I didn't know that."
Guilt coursed through Richie and he sighed softly. "No, not really," he said after a moment, staring down at his soda can. "Just, you know, sometimes things needed fixing around the community center before Mr. Hawkins got that funding from Alva Industries, so he taught me a few things."
Another lie. Always lies. Richie didn't like lying to his mother, but lately, that felt like all he ever did. His mother bought that one, though.
"Oh," she said, sounding sad, looking down at the table. "That was nice of Virgil's father to do that for you."
"Yeah."
The silence that filled the room screamed awkwardness. Richie sipped his soda, wondering how his mother would take it if he excused himself back to his room. That was where he was supposed to be anyway, contemplating respecting one's elders and not hanging out with 'hood' friends and listening to bad music.
"I'm glad you're here," his mother said suddenly and Richie looked up at her in surprise. "Not glad you're grounded, of course, but I'm glad you're home. You're not home often enough. I've missed you."
Excerpt:
"You took shop?" his mother asked. She frowned, then looked suddenly regretful. "I didn't know that."
Guilt coursed through Richie and he sighed softly. "No, not really," he said after a moment, staring down at his soda can. "Just, you know, sometimes things needed fixing around the community center before Mr. Hawkins got that funding from Alva Industries, so he taught me a few things."
Another lie. Always lies. Richie didn't like lying to his mother, but lately, that felt like all he ever did. His mother bought that one, though.
"Oh," she said, sounding sad, looking down at the table. "That was nice of Virgil's father to do that for you."
"Yeah."
The silence that filled the room screamed awkwardness. Richie sipped his soda, wondering how his mother would take it if he excused himself back to his room. That was where he was supposed to be anyway, contemplating respecting one's elders and not hanging out with 'hood' friends and listening to bad music.
"I'm glad you're here," his mother said suddenly and Richie looked up at her in surprise. "Not glad you're grounded, of course, but I'm glad you're home. You're not home often enough. I've missed you."