Pairing: Matt / Becker
Notes: For primeval100: challenge 372: A sporting chance.
Notes (2): Set in the Moss ‘verse .
Hugs and chocolate to everyone who's left comments on my previous drabbles - I barely seem to get online these days, and so I'm way behind on comment replies. I do appreciate them, though.
Moss bounded toward the flock of seagulls on the beach. Above him, the gulls he’d just chased were airborne, circling out of reach.
The gulls on the beach took flight when he got close, leaving Moss looking dejected. The first flock landed behind him and the chase began again. Each time, they let Moss get within a few feet of them before they took off.
“He’ll never catch one,” Becker commented, watching.
Matt smiled. “I think they know it too, or they wouldn’t let him get so close.”
“They do seem to be giving him a sporting chance, don’t they?”