Fic: Carolling
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viceindustriousTitle: Carolling
Fandom: Mojo
Pairing: Baby/Johnny
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
Summary: Johnny and Baby busking.
Word count: 100
Notes: An honest to goodness drabble because this challenge is kind of kicking my ass right now D: For day twelve of the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
adventchallenge. Prompt: Carolling .
Johnny's hands are a raw, brilliant red. Cold. Trembling. Baby uncurls his stiff fingers one by one and then presses a cup of tea into the cushion of his palm. They hold it together, huddling over the warm, waxy polystyrene. The tea smells like burning plastic.
There are only a few more coins in the hat than when Johnny started singing on their corner of the street this afternoon. Not enough to pay for a night in a shelter.
Baby still whispers everything's fine as Johnny rests his head on his shoulder and doesn't flinch when Baby holds him closer.
Fandom: Mojo
Pairing: Baby/Johnny
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
Summary: Johnny and Baby busking.
Word count: 100
Notes: An honest to goodness drabble because this challenge is kind of kicking my ass right now D: For day twelve of the
adventchallenge. Prompt: Carolling .Johnny's hands are a raw, brilliant red. Cold. Trembling. Baby uncurls his stiff fingers one by one and then presses a cup of tea into the cushion of his palm. They hold it together, huddling over the warm, waxy polystyrene. The tea smells like burning plastic.
There are only a few more coins in the hat than when Johnny started singing on their corner of the street this afternoon. Not enough to pay for a night in a shelter.
Baby still whispers everything's fine as Johnny rests his head on his shoulder and doesn't flinch when Baby holds him closer.
