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Title: Random Acts
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU
Pairing: Munch/Fin
Rating: G
Summary: Munch…*crochets*?
Dis: Lies. All lies.
Author’s Notes: Awhile back in my journal I asked my rabid fans to give me a list of people that they thought would crochet. Julian Lee [being her usual amazing self] threw out a number of suggestions, one being that Munch would crochet and do so badly. I bring you that idea in short form and obviously dedicate this fic to my dear Julian.
Random Acts
By Perpetual Motion
Fin looked at the obviously misshapen *thing* in his hands and tried to decide if it was actually supposed to be anything. “What is it?”
“It’s a hat.” Munch sounded offended.
“Yeah. Sure.” Fin pulled the second item out of the box. It was long and looked like it was attempting to be narrow in places. “Scarf?” He took a guess.
“What else would it be?”
Fin almost said ‘a mangy scarf’, but he stopped himself. Munch had been on a relaxation kick ever since the doctor had diagnosed him with an ulcer. The atrocities he made with yarn seemed to be the only thing that actually did relax him. “You know it’s June, right?”
“I can read a calendar, Fin.” Munch gave Fin a look when Fin held up the scarf and hat as an argument against that statement. “I got them done a little early. I wanted to give them to you now.” Munch shrugged at Fin’s disbelieving look. “I thought it would be harder than it was.”
Suppressing the urge to immediately go hide the alleged hat and scarf in the closet, Fin pulled the hat onto his head and wrapped the scarf around his neck. “Well?”
“You look like I’m about to march you up to the guillotine.”
“It’s your own fault for doin’ this little get up in black.” Fin rubbed the scarf between his thumb and forefinger and eyed the uneven edges. “You know you messed this up, right?”
“It’s not about perfection, Fin. It’s about relaxation.”
“It’s about you not knowin’ what you’re doin’ and not wantin’ to ask for help.”
“That too.”
Fin unwound the scarf from around his neck and pulled off the hat. “Anyone asks, you didn’t make this, right?”
“Right. Can’t let it get out that I’m flawed at something.”
Fin snorted. “Yeah, like they haven’t figured that out.”
Munch smirked. “It’s a false lead. I’m merely giving them a false sense of security.”
“Like when the government gave everyone a bonus on their taxes?”
“Just like that.”
Fin shook his head. “You’re screwed up in the head.”
“At least I did it to myself.”
“As opposed to the government doing it for you?” Fin guessed.
Munch gave Fin a shark-grin and an eyebrow waggle. “Now, you’re catching on.”
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU
Pairing: Munch/Fin
Rating: G
Summary: Munch…*crochets*?
Dis: Lies. All lies.
Author’s Notes: Awhile back in my journal I asked my rabid fans to give me a list of people that they thought would crochet. Julian Lee [being her usual amazing self] threw out a number of suggestions, one being that Munch would crochet and do so badly. I bring you that idea in short form and obviously dedicate this fic to my dear Julian.
Random Acts
By Perpetual Motion
Fin looked at the obviously misshapen *thing* in his hands and tried to decide if it was actually supposed to be anything. “What is it?”
“It’s a hat.” Munch sounded offended.
“Yeah. Sure.” Fin pulled the second item out of the box. It was long and looked like it was attempting to be narrow in places. “Scarf?” He took a guess.
“What else would it be?”
Fin almost said ‘a mangy scarf’, but he stopped himself. Munch had been on a relaxation kick ever since the doctor had diagnosed him with an ulcer. The atrocities he made with yarn seemed to be the only thing that actually did relax him. “You know it’s June, right?”
“I can read a calendar, Fin.” Munch gave Fin a look when Fin held up the scarf and hat as an argument against that statement. “I got them done a little early. I wanted to give them to you now.” Munch shrugged at Fin’s disbelieving look. “I thought it would be harder than it was.”
Suppressing the urge to immediately go hide the alleged hat and scarf in the closet, Fin pulled the hat onto his head and wrapped the scarf around his neck. “Well?”
“You look like I’m about to march you up to the guillotine.”
“It’s your own fault for doin’ this little get up in black.” Fin rubbed the scarf between his thumb and forefinger and eyed the uneven edges. “You know you messed this up, right?”
“It’s not about perfection, Fin. It’s about relaxation.”
“It’s about you not knowin’ what you’re doin’ and not wantin’ to ask for help.”
“That too.”
Fin unwound the scarf from around his neck and pulled off the hat. “Anyone asks, you didn’t make this, right?”
“Right. Can’t let it get out that I’m flawed at something.”
Fin snorted. “Yeah, like they haven’t figured that out.”
Munch smirked. “It’s a false lead. I’m merely giving them a false sense of security.”
“Like when the government gave everyone a bonus on their taxes?”
“Just like that.”
Fin shook his head. “You’re screwed up in the head.”
“At least I did it to myself.”
“As opposed to the government doing it for you?” Fin guessed.
Munch gave Fin a shark-grin and an eyebrow waggle. “Now, you’re catching on.”