Bunny (bunnysworld) wrote in camelot_drabble,


Author: bunnysworld
Title: Routine
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Percy/Gwaine
Summary: A day in Percy’s life is just as boring as the one before and the next
Warnings: none
Word Count: 803
Prompt: A day in the life
Author's Notes: Not beta’d, sorry.

Some called it routine, he called it boring. Every morning, Percy switched on the coffee machine before he went to take a shower, to shave and to get dressed. He had a coffee while checking his emails, then brushed his teeth and left the house to go to his boring job. When he could finally leave, he went to the gym and then went back home to get some sleep before his day started in the exact same pattern.

On his way back, Percy pondered if he should go to that chat-room he hung out in once in a while, but then sighed. He had no intention of ever meeting any of the blokes there who were only looking for a quick fuck anyway. He had no idea why he went there again and again, it was not what he was looking for. Maybe he should just give up hope of ever finding anyone who wanted more than a bit of sex.

Entering, his mind scanning the meagre contents of his fridge, Percy sniffed as the door to his building closed behind him. Someone obviously cooked up a storm. Most likely for someone they really liked. Making a face as his stomach grumbled, Percy reached his floor and fumbled the key into his door.

Just as he managed to unlock it, the door across the corridor opened and Percy’s new neighbour came out.



He had seen the bloke before - not overly tall, dark, longish hair, his nose a bit on the big side, but a cheeky smile and a twinkle in his eyes – but they had never exchanged more than greetings.

“Hey, listen. I’ve moved in about four weeks ago.”

Percy nodded.

“I don’t know many people here yet and I know that you come back every night at this time.”

Percy’s eyebrow shot up. His daily routine was so boring and regular that even the new person knew it.

“And that sounds like I’m an evil stalker.” The bloke laughed and Percy couldn’t help but smile. There was something disarming about him that he couldn’t really be angry, so he shrugged.

“I noticed that you watch the rugby and there’s a game on tonight.”

“Is my TV set too loud? I’m so sorry, I didn’t notice, I’ll turn it down from now on.” Damn, if he didn’t want to do one thing, it was to upset his neighbours.

The man laughed again. “No! No need for that. I just thought…I made a bit too much pasta and there’s beer in the fridge…maybe we could watch the game together?”

Percy blinked. None of his neighbours had ever invited him in.

“Unless you have better plans.”

For a moment, Percy didn’t know what to do. What if this bloke was a serial killer or something? What if they didn’t click and it was just awkward to run into each other on the stairs again? But he had just asked him to watch the rugby with him, right? Nothing more. And he didn’t look overly strong, so if he would assault him, he could easily wrestle him down.

“Hey, I won’t bite.” The man winked.

Slowly, Percy nodded. “Just let me toss my bag in and get changed, I’ve been at the gym.”

“Alright. I’ll leave the door open, just come in.”

Five minutes later, Percy nervously knocked anyway. “Hello?”

“Come on in. Yeah, it’s still a bit messy with all the boxes but you know, all day at work and then when you come back, you don’t feel like unpacking.” The man grabbed a few things from the back of the couch and tossed them into what was probably his bedroom.

“Don’t worry about it.” Percy held out the bottle of wine he had found in the back of one of his shelves. “You said beer, but I didn’t have anything else in the house. By the way, I’m Percy.”

“Gwaine.” The man smiled widely and looked at the bottle. “Wow, sophisticated.”

“Is it? I’m sorry, I don’t know much about wine, I have to admit, a friend brought it over a while ago.”

Gwaine laughed. “Hey, don’t worry, it’ll go perfectly with the pasta. I already put some plates out, you must be hungry after working out?”

“A bit, but I usually…”

“You usually eat healthy stuff and not pasta? Come on, live a little!”

An hour later, they sat on the couch, watched the rugby and Percy had never felt more relaxed in a stranger’s place. Gwaine was fun and clever, he knew a lot about the game and if his pasta was anything to go by, he was a good cook, too. As he glanced over, Gwaine caught him looking and smiled. Percy had the feeling that his routine of dull evenings alone had come to an end.
Tags: *c:bunnysworld, c:gwaine, c:percival, p:gwaine/percival, pt 237:a day in the life, rating:g, type:drabble

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