Orig: Untitled
Title: Untitled
Fandom: Original [unnamed yakuzaverse, Contract]
Character(s): Kyle, Karasu
Pairing(s): N/A
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 268
Prompt: N/A
Summary: [AU] Just a couple of friends chatting at a bar.
"okay, two hitmen walk into a bar."
"... What."
"I guess the bar whacked them first."
"That doesn't even make sense."
Kyle pursed her lips slightly in frustration, that was her favourite joke and here Karasu was, acting like she'd just pulled out the tired, old interrupting sloth joke instead. She turned her attention to her beer, pretending that the uncomfortable silence wasn't actually uncomfortable in the least, and promptly gave up. No letting sleeping dogs lie with this girl.
"Alright, I've got a new one." She could practically hear him rolling his eyes, but that was no matter, "two hitmen walk into a bar. One orders a beer, the other orders a gin and tonic like always and pretends nothing is bothering him even though his sulky fucking attitude is bringing the whole place down."
He sighed. Thick and heavy through his nose, incredibly laboured as though just listening to her talk was an feat of great endurance. (Though sometimes this was the truth.) Of course, just as he was about to protest her observation - accurate though it may have been - and insist he was fine, Kyle cut him off with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"Whatever, Eeyore. I've had enough lies today to get me through the week." She slid off the stool carefully and leaned against the bar, looking at him with some genuine concern masked behind the kind of serious look that usually meant you were about to get told off. "I'm gonna go play a round of pool, maybe hustle some cash. Come join me when you remember how smiling works."
Fandom: Original [unnamed yakuzaverse, Contract]
Character(s): Kyle, Karasu
Pairing(s): N/A
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 268
Prompt: N/A
Summary: [AU] Just a couple of friends chatting at a bar.
"okay, two hitmen walk into a bar."
"... What."
"I guess the bar whacked them first."
"That doesn't even make sense."
Kyle pursed her lips slightly in frustration, that was her favourite joke and here Karasu was, acting like she'd just pulled out the tired, old interrupting sloth joke instead. She turned her attention to her beer, pretending that the uncomfortable silence wasn't actually uncomfortable in the least, and promptly gave up. No letting sleeping dogs lie with this girl.
"Alright, I've got a new one." She could practically hear him rolling his eyes, but that was no matter, "two hitmen walk into a bar. One orders a beer, the other orders a gin and tonic like always and pretends nothing is bothering him even though his sulky fucking attitude is bringing the whole place down."
He sighed. Thick and heavy through his nose, incredibly laboured as though just listening to her talk was an feat of great endurance. (Though sometimes this was the truth.) Of course, just as he was about to protest her observation - accurate though it may have been - and insist he was fine, Kyle cut him off with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"Whatever, Eeyore. I've had enough lies today to get me through the week." She slid off the stool carefully and leaned against the bar, looking at him with some genuine concern masked behind the kind of serious look that usually meant you were about to get told off. "I'm gonna go play a round of pool, maybe hustle some cash. Come join me when you remember how smiling works."