crack! mwahaha
Reward for Piig, for working hard and for not smearing her manager with coffee grinds tomorrow when he's a dink.
Halfway between crack and an AU, methinks.
I give you,
Micah slept. Yellow sunlight lanced through the open window and draped over the furniture like silk, it turned his hair to a gem-hued corona and made his skin luminous. A lanky figure frisked through the doorway and clambered onto the bed, and Micah shifted closer automatically.
"Micaaaaaaah," the figure said. Micah grunted and nuzzled deeper into the pillow, until only the dandelion-like puff of his bedhead showed. A long, thin hand slid slowly up Micah's back; he murmured. The voice said, "Micaaaah, wakeup!"
A devastating poke between his fourth and fifth ribs had Micah pushing up onto the flats of his elbows with a squawk. He turned a glare on his errant boyfriend, then recoiled with a screech.
Kinnif sat on his haunches. He wore green courderoys and a white ruffled shirt, over which was a cream-and-tweed vest. His socks were paisley. His front teeth were, inexplicably, enormous.
Micah sat up and scrubbed his eyes, scratched the back of his head. "Kin! What the hell?" He crawled forward for a closer look at the teeth in question; the sheet fell away, revealing that, this week at least, the carpet and the drapes were a matched set.
Kinnif slapped both hands over his eyes. "Waugh! Naked!"
Micah slumped cross-legged and defiantly left the blanket where it had fallen. "What? You've forgotten last night already, Mr. Grabbyhands?"
Kinnif kept his hands over his eyes. He'd have smudges on his glasses now. His hair was silky-looking and curled at the ends, his mouth was turned down in an emphatic pout. "Micah, you're making me fad. Put on fome pantf."
Micah squinted, and was interrupted by a jaw-creaking yawn. "Umph. I don't know what's wrong with you. I need coffee."
"And pantf," Kinnif said, not looking.
"Coffee first," Micah said. He didn't understand why Kin was acting so strangely which, combined with his general dislike of mornings and the conspicuous lack of a coffee mug in his left hand, made him sulky. He refused to put on pants, boxers, or even a bathrobe. He briefly considered the neon green g-string Kin had bought him last birthday, then decided it wasn't worth the effort. He sauntered nakedly towards the kitchen. He wandered through the kitchen doorway and yawned at the microwave.
"D'you want eggs, babe?" Micah said.
"Ooh!" Kinnif said, "Eggf! Could you do fome fcrambled and fome wif cheefe?"; a creak of bedsprings and the patter of feet in the hallway, then: "Augh, naked!"
"You said that already," Micah said, going through his pre-coffee routine of setting things perking then glaring at the coffeepot while it filled drop by drop. He glanced over at Kin when he heard water running; he was blowing soap bubbles and following them, making mournful noises when they burst. Micah pinched the bridge of his nose. Wait it out, he thought. All I need to do is wait, he's always weird, it'll settle back to baseline...
He was interrupted by a happy Kin crowing, "It'f got fomefing in it!"
Micah leaned over the counter, his nose an-inch-and-three-quarters away from the glass of the coffeepot and the dark liquid pooling in the bottom. Micah wished it would hurry up. Coffee would fix it. Either Micah would drink coffee and wake up and Kin would be normal, or Kin would drink coffee and become normal. Something. Coffee fixed everything.
A wail. "Micaaaaaaah! Help! It'f fo little." Light glanced off of the owled spectacles, the teeth shone.
"Kin..." Micah complained, going over to him.
Kinnif was sprawled on the floor with his legs bent, like a child, holding a large and curiously solid soap bubble in his wet hands. He looked at Micah, at his face and nowhere else, his eyes huge behind his glasses. "Look!" he held out his cupped hands; beneath the rainbow slick of the soap bubble was a coiled form, a small...lizard? Kin's lip wobbled. "If it alright? Micah?"
"...It looks fine," Micah said. "Just hold still." After a moment's hesitation, he rested his hand on the crown of Kin's head. Kin leaned into the touch briefly, then put his face close to the bubble/egg he held. The tiny lizard's skin shifted colour a half-step behind the swirls on the bubble's surface, somehow managing to clash wildly with it. Micah bit his lip and looked back at the coffee pot; still not done. He wanted his asshole shameless mad-scientist boyfriend back, right now.
"Eee!" Kin said. The soap bubble's skin had begun to crack. Micah grumbled all the way back to the bedroom. He donned the rust-coloured bathrobe Kin favoured. It wasn't fun to horrify him anymore.
Back in the kitchen, Kinnif was lightly stroking one fingertip along the spine of a lumpy mulberry-coloured lizard, the discarded bubble like a swirl of plastic on the kitchen floor. Micah eyed it, then the lizard, then poured a mug full of coffee. After a quick glance at the frothy ruffles on the shirt and the paisley (paisley!) socks, he poured a horrifying amount of sugar in, and stirred it until the sludge at the bottom cleared. He crouched near to Kin and proffered the mug. "Here you go," he said.
Kin blinked at him, the three-inch-long lizard curled around and clinging to his forefinger. It was fading along the extremities to a lurid tangerine. Kin curled his hand protectively around the lizard and settled against Micah, ignoring both the coffee and Micah's quick lunge to set it on the countertop before it could spill. He wound up on the floor with Kin's shoulder against his chest, Kin leaning on Micah, his long body curved around the lizard. Micah looked longingly at the mug of coffee. If the coffee didn't put things back to normal he'd-- not cry, he'd--
He'd probably cry. Kin's forehead knocked lightly against Micah's chin when Kin buried his face against Micah's throat. Kin sniffed.
"Wait, what?" Micah said, abruptly terrified that Kin was unhappy. Kinnif sniffed again, a loud long one, and chirped, "You fmell nife! Look I have a chameleon it'f name if accurafy and it changef colour and would you like to hold it?"
Micah wrapped one arm around Kinnif's shoulders, because even with the sleek bouncy curls and courderoys, it was still Kin. Somewhere under there. "Don't you want your coffee? And eggs?"
"Eee!" Kinnif said, then; "Oh noooo, how can I fmell you if you're not holding ftill?"
"Oh dear," Micah said. Kinnif bumped his teeth against Micah's cheek, a kiss. "Dear," Kinnif said.
The coffee was cold before Micah could bring himself to move. Kin drank it anyway.
END
Halfway between crack and an AU, methinks.
I give you,
Micah slept. Yellow sunlight lanced through the open window and draped over the furniture like silk, it turned his hair to a gem-hued corona and made his skin luminous. A lanky figure frisked through the doorway and clambered onto the bed, and Micah shifted closer automatically.
"Micaaaaaaah," the figure said. Micah grunted and nuzzled deeper into the pillow, until only the dandelion-like puff of his bedhead showed. A long, thin hand slid slowly up Micah's back; he murmured. The voice said, "Micaaaah, wakeup!"
A devastating poke between his fourth and fifth ribs had Micah pushing up onto the flats of his elbows with a squawk. He turned a glare on his errant boyfriend, then recoiled with a screech.
Kinnif sat on his haunches. He wore green courderoys and a white ruffled shirt, over which was a cream-and-tweed vest. His socks were paisley. His front teeth were, inexplicably, enormous.
Micah sat up and scrubbed his eyes, scratched the back of his head. "Kin! What the hell?" He crawled forward for a closer look at the teeth in question; the sheet fell away, revealing that, this week at least, the carpet and the drapes were a matched set.
Kinnif slapped both hands over his eyes. "Waugh! Naked!"
Micah slumped cross-legged and defiantly left the blanket where it had fallen. "What? You've forgotten last night already, Mr. Grabbyhands?"
Kinnif kept his hands over his eyes. He'd have smudges on his glasses now. His hair was silky-looking and curled at the ends, his mouth was turned down in an emphatic pout. "Micah, you're making me fad. Put on fome pantf."
Micah squinted, and was interrupted by a jaw-creaking yawn. "Umph. I don't know what's wrong with you. I need coffee."
"And pantf," Kinnif said, not looking.
"Coffee first," Micah said. He didn't understand why Kin was acting so strangely which, combined with his general dislike of mornings and the conspicuous lack of a coffee mug in his left hand, made him sulky. He refused to put on pants, boxers, or even a bathrobe. He briefly considered the neon green g-string Kin had bought him last birthday, then decided it wasn't worth the effort. He sauntered nakedly towards the kitchen. He wandered through the kitchen doorway and yawned at the microwave.
"D'you want eggs, babe?" Micah said.
"Ooh!" Kinnif said, "Eggf! Could you do fome fcrambled and fome wif cheefe?"; a creak of bedsprings and the patter of feet in the hallway, then: "Augh, naked!"
"You said that already," Micah said, going through his pre-coffee routine of setting things perking then glaring at the coffeepot while it filled drop by drop. He glanced over at Kin when he heard water running; he was blowing soap bubbles and following them, making mournful noises when they burst. Micah pinched the bridge of his nose. Wait it out, he thought. All I need to do is wait, he's always weird, it'll settle back to baseline...
He was interrupted by a happy Kin crowing, "It'f got fomefing in it!"
Micah leaned over the counter, his nose an-inch-and-three-quarters away from the glass of the coffeepot and the dark liquid pooling in the bottom. Micah wished it would hurry up. Coffee would fix it. Either Micah would drink coffee and wake up and Kin would be normal, or Kin would drink coffee and become normal. Something. Coffee fixed everything.
A wail. "Micaaaaaaah! Help! It'f fo little." Light glanced off of the owled spectacles, the teeth shone.
"Kin..." Micah complained, going over to him.
Kinnif was sprawled on the floor with his legs bent, like a child, holding a large and curiously solid soap bubble in his wet hands. He looked at Micah, at his face and nowhere else, his eyes huge behind his glasses. "Look!" he held out his cupped hands; beneath the rainbow slick of the soap bubble was a coiled form, a small...lizard? Kin's lip wobbled. "If it alright? Micah?"
"...It looks fine," Micah said. "Just hold still." After a moment's hesitation, he rested his hand on the crown of Kin's head. Kin leaned into the touch briefly, then put his face close to the bubble/egg he held. The tiny lizard's skin shifted colour a half-step behind the swirls on the bubble's surface, somehow managing to clash wildly with it. Micah bit his lip and looked back at the coffee pot; still not done. He wanted his asshole shameless mad-scientist boyfriend back, right now.
"Eee!" Kin said. The soap bubble's skin had begun to crack. Micah grumbled all the way back to the bedroom. He donned the rust-coloured bathrobe Kin favoured. It wasn't fun to horrify him anymore.
Back in the kitchen, Kinnif was lightly stroking one fingertip along the spine of a lumpy mulberry-coloured lizard, the discarded bubble like a swirl of plastic on the kitchen floor. Micah eyed it, then the lizard, then poured a mug full of coffee. After a quick glance at the frothy ruffles on the shirt and the paisley (paisley!) socks, he poured a horrifying amount of sugar in, and stirred it until the sludge at the bottom cleared. He crouched near to Kin and proffered the mug. "Here you go," he said.
Kin blinked at him, the three-inch-long lizard curled around and clinging to his forefinger. It was fading along the extremities to a lurid tangerine. Kin curled his hand protectively around the lizard and settled against Micah, ignoring both the coffee and Micah's quick lunge to set it on the countertop before it could spill. He wound up on the floor with Kin's shoulder against his chest, Kin leaning on Micah, his long body curved around the lizard. Micah looked longingly at the mug of coffee. If the coffee didn't put things back to normal he'd-- not cry, he'd--
He'd probably cry. Kin's forehead knocked lightly against Micah's chin when Kin buried his face against Micah's throat. Kin sniffed.
"Wait, what?" Micah said, abruptly terrified that Kin was unhappy. Kinnif sniffed again, a loud long one, and chirped, "You fmell nife! Look I have a chameleon it'f name if accurafy and it changef colour and would you like to hold it?"
Micah wrapped one arm around Kinnif's shoulders, because even with the sleek bouncy curls and courderoys, it was still Kin. Somewhere under there. "Don't you want your coffee? And eggs?"
"Eee!" Kinnif said, then; "Oh noooo, how can I fmell you if you're not holding ftill?"
"Oh dear," Micah said. Kinnif bumped his teeth against Micah's cheek, a kiss. "Dear," Kinnif said.
The coffee was cold before Micah could bring himself to move. Kin drank it anyway.
END