RENT: Sweaters and Stars
Jun. 11th, 2007 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
find_rightbrainTitle: Sweaters and Stars
Characters/Pairing: Benny/Maureen
Word Count: 155
Rating: G
Summary: Maureen and knitting don't exactly mix.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writing_game prompt "edgestitch" and fanfic100 prompt #46.
Disclaimer: Don't own Rent.
"Hey, Benny," Maureen said without looking up from her knitting, focused intently on her needles and the yarn. April had been teaching her to knit, and she'd been working on it far more than Benny ever would have thought she had the patience for. "You want a sweater?"
Benny looked at the sweater she was close to finishing - bright red, with a yellow star on the front. She seemed to be getting better at the actual crafting of the sweater (her first attempt had more closely resembled a ratty mess of thread than an actual garment), but her choice of colors remained questionable. He studied it for a moment, then glanced to Maureen's face. She still wasn't looking at him, her forehead wrinkled in concentration as she focused on one particularly difficult stitch. He sighed, and figured he could deal with wearing it just once, if it would make her happy. "Sure, why not?"
Characters/Pairing: Benny/Maureen
Word Count: 155
Rating: G
Summary: Maureen and knitting don't exactly mix.
Notes: Written for
writing_game prompt "edgestitch" and fanfic100 prompt #46.Disclaimer: Don't own Rent.
"Hey, Benny," Maureen said without looking up from her knitting, focused intently on her needles and the yarn. April had been teaching her to knit, and she'd been working on it far more than Benny ever would have thought she had the patience for. "You want a sweater?"
Benny looked at the sweater she was close to finishing - bright red, with a yellow star on the front. She seemed to be getting better at the actual crafting of the sweater (her first attempt had more closely resembled a ratty mess of thread than an actual garment), but her choice of colors remained questionable. He studied it for a moment, then glanced to Maureen's face. She still wasn't looking at him, her forehead wrinkled in concentration as she focused on one particularly difficult stitch. He sighed, and figured he could deal with wearing it just once, if it would make her happy. "Sure, why not?"