[LOG] We love the smell of coffee in the morning -- except it’s not there

[rainandsushi]

Who: Gokudera Hayato (fedele_tempesta), Yamamoto Takeshi (rainandsushi)
Status: Closed
Style: Action
Where: Yomisato - somewhere in a fisherman’s store room
When: Week 10, day 6
Rating: R
Warnings: Language. Men in essence just being boys. Absurdity.

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[fedele_tempesta]

[ There is something powerful to be said about waking up to this particular disarray of scents and flavours, catalogued rather unpleasantly upon his tongue. Gokudera has been drinking enough times to know a hangover when he is experiencing one. Sweat, dirt, blood, earth, old alcohol and...fish?

Yes, the smell of fish is for some reason very pertinent.

However, he doesn’t remember the last time when he actually had a pillow to sleep with, instead of just a pile of woolen blanket folded under his head. It’s soft, and it’s comfortable and oh man, he groans as he burrows back into it, wishing he’d have two so he could draw the other one over his head...

--dera. Wake up.

Okay. Okay. Just five minutes more.

Fuck that. An hour more. ]

F-fuck you... [ he mutters, his tongue two sizes two big for his mouth and nausea too big for his body coiling within, somewhere at the pits of his stomach. He can already taste the bile at the back of his throat.

Perhaps it’s the constant ‘bang bang’ that resonates from the general direction where he thinks his brain must have been that finally forces him to part ways with dream delirium and crack open one eye (the one that isn’t pressed against his ‘pillow’).

This is just absurd. ]

I-idiot... [he mutters, lifting his head enough to open that other eye as well. ] Why the hell are your legs on my bed?