Drabble (Ficlet?) a Day #12
I don't think any of you truly realize how much of a tinhat nerd I am. If you've seen pictures of my desk area, you're starting to get an idea, but... I went shopping yesterday and there were these super-cute plushie doggies, one of them is a vague sort of green-ish color (with blue and yellow and red highlights, it's super cute) and one of them is a purple doggy with blue and white highlights, and I got both of them and they are now sitting on my desk with their little faces pressed together in a smooch.
And let us not discuss what the green bunny is doing to the purple bunny, because that's not really fit for polite company.
Seriously. I am a nerd.
Okay, this is cheating a little, since I've had this written for awhile, I just never properly typed it up. But I am okay with that. I want to finish it someday since it's part of a larger Nino/Jun storyline (aka, Five Dramas Nino and Jun Would Agree to Do If They Really Loved Me), but for now it stands well on its own, I think.
drabble/ficlet #12:
Sometimes, Jun thought, closing the door gently behind him, carefully shrugging out of his coat, and making his way towards the living room, that he was more surprised when he didn't come home to find one of his idiot bandmates having sneaked into his apartment to wait for him. And usually eat all of his food, too.
Jun sauntered past the living room chair Nino had perched himself on, casually casting a glance around the room. Sinking down onto the sofa, he let his head tip backwards and slowly started to relax. "If you messed with any of my things again, I'll kill you," he said conversationally.
Nino had one of Jun's books held up only a few inches away from his face, the top of the spine pinched between thumb and forefinger while he dangled it in reading range. He had tucked his legs up onto the chair so that his knees sat just under his chin and he had a stick of what looked like Pocky in the other hand. He didn't bother to look up from the book. "Don't worry, I didn't touch your girly hair stuff, it's fine."
Jun opened one eye to slant a dark look at him, but the book was still blocking Nino's face. "Oi. We're idols, you know. We have to look--" Nino waved the stick of Pocky at him, making a 'whatever' sort of grunt and Jun rolled his eyes. He wasn't really in the mood for a fight, either. "What are you doing? You look ridiculous."
Finally Nino tipped the book down far enough to look over the edge, barely more than his eyes visible. "I'm researching my role to get into character."
Jun eyed the stick of Pocky in his hand. "You don't even like sweets and that detail is pointless. That's way too much."
"Acting requires sacrifices sometimes," Nino said with just a touch of deliberate petulance, like Jun was a nasty bully picking on him for no reason. But he set the book--and the barely nibbled-on stick of candy--aside, curling his hands around the seat cushion of the chair and resting his chin further on his knees.
Jun just rolled his eyes again.
And let us not discuss what the green bunny is doing to the purple bunny, because that's not really fit for polite company.
Seriously. I am a nerd.
Okay, this is cheating a little, since I've had this written for awhile, I just never properly typed it up. But I am okay with that. I want to finish it someday since it's part of a larger Nino/Jun storyline (aka, Five Dramas Nino and Jun Would Agree to Do If They Really Loved Me), but for now it stands well on its own, I think.
drabble/ficlet #12:
Sometimes, Jun thought, closing the door gently behind him, carefully shrugging out of his coat, and making his way towards the living room, that he was more surprised when he didn't come home to find one of his idiot bandmates having sneaked into his apartment to wait for him. And usually eat all of his food, too.
Jun sauntered past the living room chair Nino had perched himself on, casually casting a glance around the room. Sinking down onto the sofa, he let his head tip backwards and slowly started to relax. "If you messed with any of my things again, I'll kill you," he said conversationally.
Nino had one of Jun's books held up only a few inches away from his face, the top of the spine pinched between thumb and forefinger while he dangled it in reading range. He had tucked his legs up onto the chair so that his knees sat just under his chin and he had a stick of what looked like Pocky in the other hand. He didn't bother to look up from the book. "Don't worry, I didn't touch your girly hair stuff, it's fine."
Jun opened one eye to slant a dark look at him, but the book was still blocking Nino's face. "Oi. We're idols, you know. We have to look--" Nino waved the stick of Pocky at him, making a 'whatever' sort of grunt and Jun rolled his eyes. He wasn't really in the mood for a fight, either. "What are you doing? You look ridiculous."
Finally Nino tipped the book down far enough to look over the edge, barely more than his eyes visible. "I'm researching my role to get into character."
Jun eyed the stick of Pocky in his hand. "You don't even like sweets and that detail is pointless. That's way too much."
"Acting requires sacrifices sometimes," Nino said with just a touch of deliberate petulance, like Jun was a nasty bully picking on him for no reason. But he set the book--and the barely nibbled-on stick of candy--aside, curling his hands around the seat cushion of the chair and resting his chin further on his knees.
Jun just rolled his eyes again.