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mythplaced_logicChapter 7: It’s My Lucky Day? Part 1
Summary:
Thatch gives luck a chance, sort of? Part 1
It was just a thought, at first. His crazy, adorable, obsessed little brother had given it to him, he had to accept it. Even if his logical side scoffed at the idea of a lucky charm, he couldn’t let such an obvious sign of Ace’s care go by the wayside. Dammit, he’d worked too hard to let Ace know that it was safe for him to show that to the world. Beyond that though, a small part of him did wonder. Squinting at the innocent seeming clover tucked safely to the side of the never-ending pile of paperwork on his desk that keeping them all fed required, he grew suspicious. The clover hadn’t suffered for being shuffled about, it didn’t even seem crinkly around the edges. It seemed... strange.
After a moment, Thatch laughed and shook his head vigorously to dismiss the idea from his head.
‘Ace is getting to me with all his talk of luck!’ He snorted.
In fact, just to prove it, he’d wear the thing, for the whole day even. Ace would love it and when nothing happened, that would settle the matter. It was such a great idea!
Shoving the papers aside and grabbing the speck of greenery in question, he pinned it to his jacket. There, now he’d just go about his day as usual. Smiling at his reflection in the mirror on the wall, he thought to himself, ‘What could possibly go wrong?’.
Grinning, he strode quickly from the room, intent on making breakfast for his family.
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He should have known.
Thatch had made quick work of getting breakfast up and running, but as the first of his brothers staggered in for food, the teasing began.
The first one to do a double take and ask him if they should start worrying about random animal parts showing up from him now too got a ladle to the back of the head.
“I’m not obsessed, you idiot”, Thatch turned to the next in line, “It was a gift from Ace.”
And who should appear but the fiery fury himself, half asleep with a tray in his hands. He appeared to be sleepwalking through the line, if Thatch wasn’t mistaken.
“Hey Ace, wake up before you knock this good food onto the floor!” Thatch prodded at Ace until he finally opened his eyes. He almost wished he hadn’t, as Ace immediately zeroed in on the item attached to his jacket.
“I would never!” Ace protested and then he blinked rapidly, as if he didn’t believe his eyes, “Hey, you’re wearing your clover!”.
Thatch looked down, once again seeing the strangely perfect leaf set against the rough fabric of his jacket. ‘For Ace’ He thought to himself and sighed internally.
“Of course I am, it was a gift. And hey, maybe I’ll get a little uhh... good luck?...out of today? Haha.” He awkwardly turned back to Ace and was rewarded with a bright smile. Ace’s freckles even seemed to be sparkling out of his face in happiness, if that were even possible.
“That’s great!” Ace took his food and moved towards his usual table, “I’m sure you’ll have an awesome day!” He stopped for a moment and turned towards Thatch.
“I’ll talk to you tonight, OK?” Ace blurted out and then ran to the table.
“OooooK, ‘cause that’s not weird at all.” Thatch laughed off the strange vibe and turned back to the serving platter. As he did he caught sight of one of his clumsier subordinates lose control of a glass baking dish. He cringed in anticipation of the shattered container even as he leapt to try and grab it. Before he could reach it, it overturned straight onto the head of the crew member sitting at the nearest table. The man flailed and fell backwards, covered in sticky glaze from the cinnamon rolls that had been in the dish. Other servers leapt to try to contain the mess while his brothers laughed at the distinct lack of situational awareness of the one covered in goo.
Thatch chuckled and brought over a broom to collect whatever remained of the glass dish. When he reached the epicenter of the mess, on the floor was a miraculously intact baking dish. Raising an eyebrow, and thankful considering how many dishes had been shattered due to his brother’s clumsiness, he turned to make sure the unfortunate victim wasn’t tracking sticky footprints all over his dining hall.
One look at his face and Thatch felt a little shiver go up his spine. The unfortunate victim was the same brother who had just moments before made fun of his new herbal accessory.
‘Serves him right.’, he thought to himself.
He looked down at the clover pinned innocently on his lapel, still as vibrant as ever.
“Nah, couldn’t be!”, he shook his head, laughed, and walked to his post, yelling back towards his brothers to get washed up or they’d be on dish duty for a week.
‘Just a coincidence.....’
Notes:
Thatch: This is a perfectly normal day, nothing strange here! Move along now!
Reality: It’s your lucky day buddy.
Thatch: I don’t believe you! Go away!!
Summary:
Thatch gives luck a chance, sort of? Part 1
It was just a thought, at first. His crazy, adorable, obsessed little brother had given it to him, he had to accept it. Even if his logical side scoffed at the idea of a lucky charm, he couldn’t let such an obvious sign of Ace’s care go by the wayside. Dammit, he’d worked too hard to let Ace know that it was safe for him to show that to the world. Beyond that though, a small part of him did wonder. Squinting at the innocent seeming clover tucked safely to the side of the never-ending pile of paperwork on his desk that keeping them all fed required, he grew suspicious. The clover hadn’t suffered for being shuffled about, it didn’t even seem crinkly around the edges. It seemed... strange.
After a moment, Thatch laughed and shook his head vigorously to dismiss the idea from his head.
‘Ace is getting to me with all his talk of luck!’ He snorted.
In fact, just to prove it, he’d wear the thing, for the whole day even. Ace would love it and when nothing happened, that would settle the matter. It was such a great idea!
Shoving the papers aside and grabbing the speck of greenery in question, he pinned it to his jacket. There, now he’d just go about his day as usual. Smiling at his reflection in the mirror on the wall, he thought to himself, ‘What could possibly go wrong?’.
Grinning, he strode quickly from the room, intent on making breakfast for his family.
——————————
He should have known.
Thatch had made quick work of getting breakfast up and running, but as the first of his brothers staggered in for food, the teasing began.
The first one to do a double take and ask him if they should start worrying about random animal parts showing up from him now too got a ladle to the back of the head.
“I’m not obsessed, you idiot”, Thatch turned to the next in line, “It was a gift from Ace.”
And who should appear but the fiery fury himself, half asleep with a tray in his hands. He appeared to be sleepwalking through the line, if Thatch wasn’t mistaken.
“Hey Ace, wake up before you knock this good food onto the floor!” Thatch prodded at Ace until he finally opened his eyes. He almost wished he hadn’t, as Ace immediately zeroed in on the item attached to his jacket.
“I would never!” Ace protested and then he blinked rapidly, as if he didn’t believe his eyes, “Hey, you’re wearing your clover!”.
Thatch looked down, once again seeing the strangely perfect leaf set against the rough fabric of his jacket. ‘For Ace’ He thought to himself and sighed internally.
“Of course I am, it was a gift. And hey, maybe I’ll get a little uhh... good luck?...out of today? Haha.” He awkwardly turned back to Ace and was rewarded with a bright smile. Ace’s freckles even seemed to be sparkling out of his face in happiness, if that were even possible.
“That’s great!” Ace took his food and moved towards his usual table, “I’m sure you’ll have an awesome day!” He stopped for a moment and turned towards Thatch.
“I’ll talk to you tonight, OK?” Ace blurted out and then ran to the table.
“OooooK, ‘cause that’s not weird at all.” Thatch laughed off the strange vibe and turned back to the serving platter. As he did he caught sight of one of his clumsier subordinates lose control of a glass baking dish. He cringed in anticipation of the shattered container even as he leapt to try and grab it. Before he could reach it, it overturned straight onto the head of the crew member sitting at the nearest table. The man flailed and fell backwards, covered in sticky glaze from the cinnamon rolls that had been in the dish. Other servers leapt to try to contain the mess while his brothers laughed at the distinct lack of situational awareness of the one covered in goo.
Thatch chuckled and brought over a broom to collect whatever remained of the glass dish. When he reached the epicenter of the mess, on the floor was a miraculously intact baking dish. Raising an eyebrow, and thankful considering how many dishes had been shattered due to his brother’s clumsiness, he turned to make sure the unfortunate victim wasn’t tracking sticky footprints all over his dining hall.
One look at his face and Thatch felt a little shiver go up his spine. The unfortunate victim was the same brother who had just moments before made fun of his new herbal accessory.
‘Serves him right.’, he thought to himself.
He looked down at the clover pinned innocently on his lapel, still as vibrant as ever.
“Nah, couldn’t be!”, he shook his head, laughed, and walked to his post, yelling back towards his brothers to get washed up or they’d be on dish duty for a week.
‘Just a coincidence.....’
Notes:
Thatch: This is a perfectly normal day, nothing strange here! Move along now!
Reality: It’s your lucky day buddy.
Thatch: I don’t believe you! Go away!!
