Happy New Year, everybody!
And, why not, New Year is the perfect meme time! Give me a prompt (pairing and a word, a sentence, an idea, whatever) and I'll write the continuation. Or doodle some shit. But probably write something. You know my fandoms (if not, you can always ask).
(AND I CAN'T LET THE OPPORTUNITY PASS:
DO SUBMIT SOME SHIT FOR THE 5YO
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"That's absolutely not true!"
"So you admit that last year you didn't mean it, either."
"No, Aya, it's rather that I do mean it this year, too."
"This is the amount of faith I have in your New Year resolutions, Yohij, present, past and future."
"You're supposed to make a gesture to accompany that statement. Like, measuring something tiny, you know."
"And the fact that I didn't doesn't lead you to understand that the amount of faith equals zero?"
"I hope you have noticed that I've refrained from making penis jokes when I talked about measuring tiny things. It's not something I do for just anyone, you know..."
"Do you want me to clap and congratulate you for finally leaving puberty behind?"
"No, Aya, I'd rather... I'd rather we did this..."
"Mmmph!"
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Ken didn't understand it. Neither why he was the one whose apartment was next door to Yohji's, nor how come every year Yohji and Aya had the same argument (with only superficial variations) in Ken's hearing range. It was like a ritual. Whereas normal people went to the temple to say some prayers and make a wish, Aya and Yohji went to Yohji's bedroom to bitch at each other and make out. Not that their relationship was the weirdest or more twisted Ken had ever seen ("issues" was Weiss' middle name, after all), but it was still moderately uncommon as foreplay went.
Knowing that there were only a couple of minutes left before the headboard started hitting rhythmically the wall, he gather his things to change locations to the cellar for a while. Just before leaving, he paused and silently wished his teammates a Happy New Year.
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