Fluffy Promptables

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We're prompting fluffy, lighthearted stuff of any variety, no canon/pairing/character information required, though permitted.

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A/N: A bit of silly?

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“Look at him,” Moira grumbled, raising a hand toward the television like she might use the wind to throw it out the window. “He's still as sanctimonious as ever.”

“I can't believe they gave him an award for his book,” Terra agreed, shaking her head in disgust. Sherwin patted her shoulder and passed her a chocolate from the bag he'd bought earlier, momentarily losing the same look of disgust when he wasn't facing the man on the screen.

Flint glanced at the television and back at the group, deciding not to bother with the obvious question. Yes, they all knew him. Judging from his age and theirs, they probably had gone to school with him. None of them liked him, though, that also seemed clear. “That guy wrote a book?”

Enya nodded. “Several, actually. He's made a real name for himself as 'the weather poet.'”

Flint frowned. How could anyone make a living doing that? “Weather poet?”

“Everything he's ever written has been about something related to the weather,” Stone explained. “It's a gimmick.”

“People ask him whether he'd rather date the wind or the rain,” Oceana added. She smiled. “I think that's because he couldn't get a normal woman to date him. No one would put up with all that verse about the weather.”

“Why do poets always take the weather so personally anyway?” Sherwin asked, taking a bite of Terra's chocolate.

Cress laughed. “Given what we did to him when we were kids, what we'd still do to him now, I'd say it was personal.”

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Very cute!

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:) I didn't think I'd do anything with that prompt, but I do have characters who control the weather, so... :)