[Fic] Pajama!
Title: Pajama!
Author: hirothepenguin (Seelen @ FF.NET)
Pairing: MurataXYuuri
Teaser: Murata had somehow placed himself in Yuuri's bed while Wolfram was away and went a little too far on his "jokes"... (Super Short One-Shot; first time I've ever written one of these...)
“Hey, Murata,” Yuuri prodded his friend’s cheeks with his finger.
“What is it, Shibuya?” Murata groaned, rolling over in bed to face Yuuri.
“I know we’re tight and all and I consider you an awesome friend but… What is with this sleeping arrangement?”
Murata sleepily stared up at his friend with his blurred vision.
“Because Lord Von Bielefeld isn’t here, of course,” he replied, smiling.
“Well, yes. He would rip you to shreds if he knew… No wait! That’s not the point!” Yuuri shouted. “There are at least a hundred rooms in this castle, Murata. Why on earth are you in my bed, in my room?”
“Because I feel like it,” Murata replied, yawning. “And because being in bed with you makes me feel nice and comfy.”
“Murata, that kind of sort of vaguely sounds kind of funny. And I know you didn’t mean it to sound like that”
“Mm… What if I were?”
“Um… You are making me uncomfortable here…” Yuuri twitched, inching a few centimeters away from his friend on his bead.
“Shibuya, your pajama is unbuttoned,” Murata pointed out. “Here… Let me fix it for you…” Murata reached out and softly touched Yuuri’s pajama and buttoned his shirt and smiled up at him.
“On a second thought…” Murata inched closer to Yuuri who sat almost petrified. Murata grinned and put his hand once again to Yuuri’s pajama buttons.
That seemed to be the last straw. Yuuri jumped out of bed, to the door, and ran out crying out in incomprehensible languages.
“Geez,” Murata sniffled. “I was just kidding…”
Now it’s for us to decide whether or not he really were…
Sorry. 8D
Author: hirothepenguin (Seelen @ FF.NET)
Pairing: MurataXYuuri
Teaser: Murata had somehow placed himself in Yuuri's bed while Wolfram was away and went a little too far on his "jokes"... (Super Short One-Shot; first time I've ever written one of these...)
“Hey, Murata,” Yuuri prodded his friend’s cheeks with his finger.
“What is it, Shibuya?” Murata groaned, rolling over in bed to face Yuuri.
“I know we’re tight and all and I consider you an awesome friend but… What is with this sleeping arrangement?”
Murata sleepily stared up at his friend with his blurred vision.
“Because Lord Von Bielefeld isn’t here, of course,” he replied, smiling.
“Well, yes. He would rip you to shreds if he knew… No wait! That’s not the point!” Yuuri shouted. “There are at least a hundred rooms in this castle, Murata. Why on earth are you in my bed, in my room?”
“Because I feel like it,” Murata replied, yawning. “And because being in bed with you makes me feel nice and comfy.”
“Murata, that kind of sort of vaguely sounds kind of funny. And I know you didn’t mean it to sound like that”
“Mm… What if I were?”
“Um… You are making me uncomfortable here…” Yuuri twitched, inching a few centimeters away from his friend on his bead.
“Shibuya, your pajama is unbuttoned,” Murata pointed out. “Here… Let me fix it for you…” Murata reached out and softly touched Yuuri’s pajama and buttoned his shirt and smiled up at him.
“On a second thought…” Murata inched closer to Yuuri who sat almost petrified. Murata grinned and put his hand once again to Yuuri’s pajama buttons.
That seemed to be the last straw. Yuuri jumped out of bed, to the door, and ran out crying out in incomprehensible languages.
“Geez,” Murata sniffled. “I was just kidding…”
Now it’s for us to decide whether or not he really were…
Sorry. 8D