Moshi moshi by Shusu [yoroiden samurai troopers]
Forgot to post this ^^;;;
Title: Moshi moshi (phone greeting in Japanese)
Prompt: Author's choice
Fandom: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers (Ronin Warriors)
Content: PG. More-some yaoi. Written as a quickfic request for my Spectator Sports universe.
Ryo hated beepers. He had two of them, one from the news editor and one from the features editor, but he only ever got phone numbers on them, and more often than not he'd find a land line to call. The last he'd glimpse he'd had of his mobile phone was in the inside pocket of his camera bag.
Seiji's had gone off three times now, and one hand had let go of the steering wheel to take it out of his pocket, every time. Seiji's was on vibrate; Shuu's ground out some kind of Korean hip-hop for two bars before he'd bother to check it. Even Shin would flip open his combination PDA and send texts to his sister while carrying on a conversation. Touma, well, he probably had a beeper in his brain.
"What are you guys even talking about?" Ryo groused. They were supposed to be taking him somewhere for his birthday, which he wasn't too excited about in the first place.
"Where to meet," Seiji said coolly, and Ryo subsided at the penetrating look in his eye. He scrubbed at his blush, and Seiji's lips curved. Then his eyes flicked down to his beeper.
Ryo gritted his teeth.
He stomped out, feeling more than a little put out, hearing a chorus of tinny ringtones which had to be Touma auto-dialing them all. Aren't we *telepathic*? he grumbled.
It was when Touma caught up, out of breath, and waving plane tickets, that Ryo got his answer. He hadn't even noticed that they were in the airport parking lot.
As one, the guys clicked, retracted, pocketed their pagers. We're goin' to Germany! bounced Touma.
I know a guy. We have tickets. Shuu grinned from ear to ear.
Ryo's mouth dropped open. There was only one thing going on in Germany...
Shin sighed, ruffling Ryo's hair. Yes, yes, we are going to watch some tedious football.
And then, sent Seiji, hand under Ryo's elbow, we are going to check into our luxury suite and have lots of sex.
Touma circled in front of him, walking backwards. "Moshi moshi? Anybody home?"
Ryo just laughed.
Title: Moshi moshi (phone greeting in Japanese)
Prompt: Author's choice
Fandom: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers (Ronin Warriors)
Content: PG. More-some yaoi. Written as a quickfic request for my Spectator Sports universe.
Ryo hated beepers. He had two of them, one from the news editor and one from the features editor, but he only ever got phone numbers on them, and more often than not he'd find a land line to call. The last he'd glimpse he'd had of his mobile phone was in the inside pocket of his camera bag.
Seiji's had gone off three times now, and one hand had let go of the steering wheel to take it out of his pocket, every time. Seiji's was on vibrate; Shuu's ground out some kind of Korean hip-hop for two bars before he'd bother to check it. Even Shin would flip open his combination PDA and send texts to his sister while carrying on a conversation. Touma, well, he probably had a beeper in his brain.
"What are you guys even talking about?" Ryo groused. They were supposed to be taking him somewhere for his birthday, which he wasn't too excited about in the first place.
"Where to meet," Seiji said coolly, and Ryo subsided at the penetrating look in his eye. He scrubbed at his blush, and Seiji's lips curved. Then his eyes flicked down to his beeper.
Ryo gritted his teeth.
He stomped out, feeling more than a little put out, hearing a chorus of tinny ringtones which had to be Touma auto-dialing them all. Aren't we *telepathic*? he grumbled.
It was when Touma caught up, out of breath, and waving plane tickets, that Ryo got his answer. He hadn't even noticed that they were in the airport parking lot.
As one, the guys clicked, retracted, pocketed their pagers. We're goin' to Germany! bounced Touma.
I know a guy. We have tickets. Shuu grinned from ear to ear.
Ryo's mouth dropped open. There was only one thing going on in Germany...
Shin sighed, ruffling Ryo's hair. Yes, yes, we are going to watch some tedious football.
And then, sent Seiji, hand under Ryo's elbow, we are going to check into our luxury suite and have lots of sex.
Touma circled in front of him, walking backwards. "Moshi moshi? Anybody home?"
Ryo just laughed.