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Title: Of Mozart and Vinegar
Author: Lena108
Theme: Vinegar
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation.
Summary: Tohma comes home to find Mika in a strange position.
Tohma entered the house early for once. He had even stopped to buy his lovely wife a bouquet of flowers. However, she wasn’t in the living room, as he’d expected she would have been. He frowned deeply and began to walk throughout the house. She wasn’t in the kitchen, either.
“Mika?” he called, frowning even more. “I’m home.” He’d called that just as he passed by the bathroom. He stopped suddenly and backtracked to stare at the sight before him. Mika was down on all fours, scrubbing the floor, listening to a CD player that she’d obviously confiscated from Tatsuha as it had a picture of Ryuichi stuck to the front. Tohma chuckled to himself slightly and walked forward before bending down in front of her. That caught her attention. She glanced up at him, her lips spreading into a smile. She removed the headphones so that she could give him a hug.
“Welcome home!” she said, kissing him on the cheek. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Apparantly,” Tohma smiled, handing her the flowers. She smiled and took them from him with a smile.
“Thank you, Tohma,” she said, looking down at the bouquet. “They’re beautiful.”
“Only appropriate for my beautiful wife,” he grinned. “What on earth are you listening to?”
“Mozart,” she stated. “It’s relaxing.” Tohma nodded, smiling a bit more. A bottle next to the sink caught his eye. He reached out to grab it and read the label.
“Mika… are you cleaning the floor with vinegar?” he cocked an eyebrow as she crossed her arms.
“Yes, what of it?”
“Well, it’s just that it seems a bit strange,” he told her, smiling playfully.
“I always clean the floor with vinegar,” she told him. “Vinegar mixed with table salt and water. It’s effective and it doesn’t have the chemicals floor cleaners do.”
“I see,” Tohma nodded. “Well, we all have our oddities.”
She gave him a look, but he only laughed and kissed her on the cheek.
“I’ll make you dinner tonight,” he told her. “I promise I won’t use your floor cleaner.”
He stood up as she rolled her eyes, but she stood as well only moments later to put the flowers in a vase.
Author: Lena108
Theme: Vinegar
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation.
Summary: Tohma comes home to find Mika in a strange position.
Tohma entered the house early for once. He had even stopped to buy his lovely wife a bouquet of flowers. However, she wasn’t in the living room, as he’d expected she would have been. He frowned deeply and began to walk throughout the house. She wasn’t in the kitchen, either.
“Mika?” he called, frowning even more. “I’m home.” He’d called that just as he passed by the bathroom. He stopped suddenly and backtracked to stare at the sight before him. Mika was down on all fours, scrubbing the floor, listening to a CD player that she’d obviously confiscated from Tatsuha as it had a picture of Ryuichi stuck to the front. Tohma chuckled to himself slightly and walked forward before bending down in front of her. That caught her attention. She glanced up at him, her lips spreading into a smile. She removed the headphones so that she could give him a hug.
“Welcome home!” she said, kissing him on the cheek. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Apparantly,” Tohma smiled, handing her the flowers. She smiled and took them from him with a smile.
“Thank you, Tohma,” she said, looking down at the bouquet. “They’re beautiful.”
“Only appropriate for my beautiful wife,” he grinned. “What on earth are you listening to?”
“Mozart,” she stated. “It’s relaxing.” Tohma nodded, smiling a bit more. A bottle next to the sink caught his eye. He reached out to grab it and read the label.
“Mika… are you cleaning the floor with vinegar?” he cocked an eyebrow as she crossed her arms.
“Yes, what of it?”
“Well, it’s just that it seems a bit strange,” he told her, smiling playfully.
“I always clean the floor with vinegar,” she told him. “Vinegar mixed with table salt and water. It’s effective and it doesn’t have the chemicals floor cleaners do.”
“I see,” Tohma nodded. “Well, we all have our oddities.”
She gave him a look, but he only laughed and kissed her on the cheek.
“I’ll make you dinner tonight,” he told her. “I promise I won’t use your floor cleaner.”
He stood up as she rolled her eyes, but she stood as well only moments later to put the flowers in a vase.