Dinner and a Show?
Who: Haine howling_mutt and Bado Bado_Nails
When: First day of week 7
Where: Bado's room
Summary: Haine wants to do something special for his lover, and has set up a private meal in their room.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Haine and Bado's usual bad language, as well as loads of fluff.
There's something that Haine had always wondered about, and only ever watched from afar. Courtship. It hadn't really been necessary with Bado, but the albino couldn't shake the desire he had to do something, anything to make the red-head feel special. He had cheered up quite a bit from the last week's events as soon as this idea had formulated in his head, and was now hastily setting up a meal consisting of pasta and a salad. Haine was proud of his handy-work, even though it was all made from the doctor's hand-outs. That bothered him somewhere in the back of his head, but seeing Bado's face when he arrived would surely alleviate all of that.
Finally content with his arrangement (which wasn't much and was rather cramped on the desk), the assassin sat down on the bed and nervously ruffled his own hair, making it a little messier than usual. He knew Bado liked it like that.
When: First day of week 7
Where: Bado's room
Summary: Haine wants to do something special for his lover, and has set up a private meal in their room.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Haine and Bado's usual bad language, as well as loads of fluff.
There's something that Haine had always wondered about, and only ever watched from afar. Courtship. It hadn't really been necessary with Bado, but the albino couldn't shake the desire he had to do something, anything to make the red-head feel special. He had cheered up quite a bit from the last week's events as soon as this idea had formulated in his head, and was now hastily setting up a meal consisting of pasta and a salad. Haine was proud of his handy-work, even though it was all made from the doctor's hand-outs. That bothered him somewhere in the back of his head, but seeing Bado's face when he arrived would surely alleviate all of that.
Finally content with his arrangement (which wasn't much and was rather cramped on the desk), the assassin sat down on the bed and nervously ruffled his own hair, making it a little messier than usual. He knew Bado liked it like that.