rec: Recurrence Relations by eve11
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Story: Recurrence Relations
Author: eve11
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 614
Characters: Six, Evelyn Smythe
Author's Summary: He'd been aiming for the 7745th Caralanthian Exposé to indulge in the most supreme form of Battenberg ever created by the computational cuisiniers of the time. The time co-ordinates read Earth. England. 1953.
Warnings: None
Recced because: So many feelings packed into a perfect little moment. I love Six and Evelyn: there is by far and away not enough love for them about, so it cheers me to find a rare little story as completely adorable and perfect as this one.
A tumult of children rushed past him on either side, chasing each other in their finery. He weathered the storm and was grumpily scanning the tabletops when he felt a tug on his arm. He looked down to see the top of a head of straight brown hair done up in a crooked bow, and two tiny hands fingering the coat which was still slung over his arm.
"Oh! This robe is dreadful."
doctorpancakes is the name, also whatthefoucault on teaspoon and elsewhere besides. Story: Recurrence Relations
Author: eve11
Rating: All ages
Word Count: 614
Characters: Six, Evelyn Smythe
Author's Summary: He'd been aiming for the 7745th Caralanthian Exposé to indulge in the most supreme form of Battenberg ever created by the computational cuisiniers of the time. The time co-ordinates read Earth. England. 1953.
Warnings: None
Recced because: So many feelings packed into a perfect little moment. I love Six and Evelyn: there is by far and away not enough love for them about, so it cheers me to find a rare little story as completely adorable and perfect as this one.
A tumult of children rushed past him on either side, chasing each other in their finery. He weathered the storm and was grumpily scanning the tabletops when he felt a tug on his arm. He looked down to see the top of a head of straight brown hair done up in a crooked bow, and two tiny hands fingering the coat which was still slung over his arm.
"Oh! This robe is dreadful."
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