TadashixRyuutarou; 003. Amusement, 005. Anger
Title: Not really funny.
Pairing / Band: TadashixRyuutarou / Plastic Tree
Theme(s): 003. Amusement, 005. Anger
Rating: G
A/N: I hope this is allowed.. but.. Yeah, well, it's one story but it sorta combines the two themes.. A drabble with dork!Tadashi and moody!Ryuutarou.
The barely stifled chuckles turn into full-out laughter so that Tadashi is really glad there's a strap holding up his bass or otherwise it would just drop to the floor and smash. Ryuutarou glares at him behind his fringe that has once again grown too long.
"It's not funny", he whine-growls and rubs his injured head, "It's not."
Tadashi waves his hand at Ryuutarou, gasping for air.
"I'm sorry, I just..", breaks into way too unmanly giggle for a while, "You should've seen your face when.."
And that's when Ryuutarou finally decides enough is enough, throws down the mic from his hand (there's an awful howling sound through the speakers when it hits the ground) and storms out of the room. Tadashi blinks after him, finally getting a hold of his laughter.
"Ryuu, wait-- Ah, shit..", he curses to himself, ruffles his hair in frustration before unplugging his bass and going after the escaped vocalist.
* * *
After wandering around the studio for a good while, Tadashi returns to the practice room only to find the one he'd been searching for moping on the couch. Ryuutarou lies sprawled on the cushions, one thin man taking up the space of two very fat persons. Tadashi walks over, nudges the other's shoulder gently.
"Hey, any space left for me?"
Ryuutarou looks up at him and moves over like it was the toughest job in the world, curling up in the opposite corner. Tadashi sits down, something akin to butterflies fluttering in his stomach when he feels the seat is still warm from where Ryuutarou had sat. He glances at the said man who isn't looking at him, instead staring at his own toes curled against the edge of the couch. Tadashi clears his throat.
"Are you mad at me?"
Ryuutarou huffs as a reply and pulls his knees closer to his chest. Tadashi sighs and moves over on the couch, slinging an arm over Ryuutarou's stiff shoulders.
"I'm sorry", he murmurs, "I know I shouldn't have laughed at you. Will you forgive me?"
Another huff, but this time Tadashi can hear Ryuutarou is not really angry anymore. He lowers his head and purrs against the vocalist's ear.
"Forgive me?" he asks. There's a snort from the other man but then Ryuutarou turns his head and presses a quick kiss onto Tadashi's lips.
"You know I do", he whispers, dark eyes glinting and a smile tugging at his lips. Tadashi gives him a wide, full smile in return and kisses him again, moves his arm from Ryuutarou's shoulders to his waist. Ryuutarou leans into the kiss, marveling at the warmth radiating from Tadashi's body so close to his and doesn't feel like escaping at all.
Not really.
Pairing / Band: TadashixRyuutarou / Plastic Tree
Theme(s): 003. Amusement, 005. Anger
Rating: G
A/N: I hope this is allowed.. but.. Yeah, well, it's one story but it sorta combines the two themes.. A drabble with dork!Tadashi and moody!Ryuutarou.
The barely stifled chuckles turn into full-out laughter so that Tadashi is really glad there's a strap holding up his bass or otherwise it would just drop to the floor and smash. Ryuutarou glares at him behind his fringe that has once again grown too long.
"It's not funny", he whine-growls and rubs his injured head, "It's not."
Tadashi waves his hand at Ryuutarou, gasping for air.
"I'm sorry, I just..", breaks into way too unmanly giggle for a while, "You should've seen your face when.."
And that's when Ryuutarou finally decides enough is enough, throws down the mic from his hand (there's an awful howling sound through the speakers when it hits the ground) and storms out of the room. Tadashi blinks after him, finally getting a hold of his laughter.
"Ryuu, wait-- Ah, shit..", he curses to himself, ruffles his hair in frustration before unplugging his bass and going after the escaped vocalist.
* * *
After wandering around the studio for a good while, Tadashi returns to the practice room only to find the one he'd been searching for moping on the couch. Ryuutarou lies sprawled on the cushions, one thin man taking up the space of two very fat persons. Tadashi walks over, nudges the other's shoulder gently.
"Hey, any space left for me?"
Ryuutarou looks up at him and moves over like it was the toughest job in the world, curling up in the opposite corner. Tadashi sits down, something akin to butterflies fluttering in his stomach when he feels the seat is still warm from where Ryuutarou had sat. He glances at the said man who isn't looking at him, instead staring at his own toes curled against the edge of the couch. Tadashi clears his throat.
"Are you mad at me?"
Ryuutarou huffs as a reply and pulls his knees closer to his chest. Tadashi sighs and moves over on the couch, slinging an arm over Ryuutarou's stiff shoulders.
"I'm sorry", he murmurs, "I know I shouldn't have laughed at you. Will you forgive me?"
Another huff, but this time Tadashi can hear Ryuutarou is not really angry anymore. He lowers his head and purrs against the vocalist's ear.
"Forgive me?" he asks. There's a snort from the other man but then Ryuutarou turns his head and presses a quick kiss onto Tadashi's lips.
"You know I do", he whispers, dark eyes glinting and a smile tugging at his lips. Tadashi gives him a wide, full smile in return and kisses him again, moves his arm from Ryuutarou's shoulders to his waist. Ryuutarou leans into the kiss, marveling at the warmth radiating from Tadashi's body so close to his and doesn't feel like escaping at all.
Not really.