[Fic] [Round 17] Getting Reacquainted, G
Title: Getting Reacquainted
Author: Apa (apapazukamori)
Characters/Pairings: Murata + Morgif
Word Count: 261
Rating: G
Any Warnings: None
Theme/Prompt being used: The Ultimate KKM Challenge
Morgif clearly didn't know what to make of Murata being the one to take him down off his hanger. His comically round eyes widened, then his "brows" furrowed as little curious moans came out. The Sage grinned and sat down on one of the trunks of no-doubt precious things and laid the sword out across his knees.
"Comfy?"
The sword still looked apprehensive, but "oooo"ed affirmatively.
"I just can't get over how different you look," Murata said, resting his hand on the sword's hilt. "Did you miss me?"
Morgif made kissy faces at him and the Sage laughed. "Why, thank you." He looked over the sword's "face" and his expression grew thoughtful. "I think it suits you, really."
The sword made another curious "oooo".
Murata grinned. "You kind of resemble Shibuya, now."
Morgif gave him a big, big smile.
"You like him, don't you."
More affirmative -- though now more excited -- "oooo"s.
Murata quirked an eyebrow. "More than your last master?" he asked in a mock-stern tone. The sword made a face that would have been accompanied by a "meep" sound if he could make them. Instead, Morgif made some very convincing "mmmm" noises that implied that he was thinking.
Then, a sheepish "aaoo".
The Sage laughed again. "It's all right, you know. I don't think he'd mind."
A questioning "aaAAoo".
"Me?"
Affirmative "oooo".
Murata chuckled. "Oh, well, I think they both have their good points." He leaned forward conspiratorially. "Though I have to say he was much smoother with the ladies."
The room echoed with Morgif's "oo-a-a oo-a-a" laughter.
Author: Apa (apapazukamori)
Characters/Pairings: Murata + Morgif
Word Count: 261
Rating: G
Any Warnings: None
Theme/Prompt being used: The Ultimate KKM Challenge
Morgif clearly didn't know what to make of Murata being the one to take him down off his hanger. His comically round eyes widened, then his "brows" furrowed as little curious moans came out. The Sage grinned and sat down on one of the trunks of no-doubt precious things and laid the sword out across his knees.
"Comfy?"
The sword still looked apprehensive, but "oooo"ed affirmatively.
"I just can't get over how different you look," Murata said, resting his hand on the sword's hilt. "Did you miss me?"
Morgif made kissy faces at him and the Sage laughed. "Why, thank you." He looked over the sword's "face" and his expression grew thoughtful. "I think it suits you, really."
The sword made another curious "oooo".
Murata grinned. "You kind of resemble Shibuya, now."
Morgif gave him a big, big smile.
"You like him, don't you."
More affirmative -- though now more excited -- "oooo"s.
Murata quirked an eyebrow. "More than your last master?" he asked in a mock-stern tone. The sword made a face that would have been accompanied by a "meep" sound if he could make them. Instead, Morgif made some very convincing "mmmm" noises that implied that he was thinking.
Then, a sheepish "aaoo".
The Sage laughed again. "It's all right, you know. I don't think he'd mind."
A questioning "aaAAoo".
"Me?"
Affirmative "oooo".
Murata chuckled. "Oh, well, I think they both have their good points." He leaned forward conspiratorially. "Though I have to say he was much smoother with the ladies."
The room echoed with Morgif's "oo-a-a oo-a-a" laughter.