Jingle All the Way
[OOC: I wrote 't an' then Tino-mun fixed 't, so's not godmodding. 8D]
WHO: Berwald, Tino
WHEN: 13th July 2010, late evening
WHERE: Their house -> idk where
WHAT: Manry!Tino + handcuffed together.
Tino had been acting rather...peculiarly that morning. Berwald had woken up to a...shout. A surprised one, and when he'd gotten up to see what it was about, he'd found Tino in the bathroom...flexing in front of the mirror. Hearing Berwald, he'd turned to look at him, eyes widening in startlement for a second, before he'd started to beam delightedly.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing...I mean, of course you are, it's obvious!" Tino enthused, and then chuckled. Berwald hadn't ever heard him chuckle quite...like that.
"...guess?" he replied uncertainly, but it didn't seem like Tino even heard him, having gone back to looking at the mirror.
His strange behavior had continued at breakfast, where Tino had settled down loftily at the table, and...well, maybe it hadn't quite sounded like an order when he'd told Berwald to make the breakfast. Just a little. And besides, it wasn't like Berwald disliked cooking...thought usually they'd make the coffee in turns at least, and that morning Tino apparently completely forgot it was his turn...but not like it was a big deal. Maybe Tino had just gotten some happy news and was distracted, who knew. He certainly acted rather jolly, making jokes and then laughing at them loudly himself and everything.
Still, Berwald was almost relieved when they both left for work that morning, and had long shifts so...surely Tino would be back to normal when they saw next.
After work, Berwald felt rather tired. Several employees were unexpectedly absent for some reason or other, so there had been more work than usual. Therefore, he headed to bed early, and fell asleep at once...and then woke up to a strange feeling. There was a weight on him, and something cold on on his wrist...like a heavy bracelet.
Berwald opened his eyes, and blinked blearily upwards...and then his eyes widened suddenly.
"T'no...?"
Tino was sitting on top of him. Repeat, Tino was sitting on top of him. And that wasn't all, he was also giggling-, no wait, chuckling. Scratch that too, now he was laughing while throwing his head back, a sight that shouldn't have looked as good as it did, but luckily the mere strangeness of the situation that was almost eerie kept the dirtier part of Berwald's mind in check, and he just gaped at the Finn as the other laughed and laughed until he seemed to finally calm down some, breathing heavily and wiping his eyes, letting out few giggles here and there, staring down at Berwald, an uncharacteristic amused grin on his face that somehow reminded Berwald of Søren, only difference being that Tino's kind face made the grin look that much more disturbingly good.
Right as he was about to open his mouth to ask Tino why was he here, in his bed, on top of him, or at least try to, since he was pretty sure only half of that would actually make its way out of his mouth, Tino raised his left wrist up, and Berwald found his own right hand tugged along by a... handcuff attached to it. The other end being, obviously, around Tino's, attached by a longish chain.
"Oops."
Oops. Was that supposed to explain something? Chuckling a bit again, Tino shook the chain. "See, I found this thing...got it as a gift or something, and then I kind of, you know, wanted to test it on something, or no wait, I was actually thinking how thick your wrist was and could this fit around it, so I came here to measure it, but then I accidentally, kind of....." Looking like he was about to burst out laughing again, Tino pulled his wrist higher up, Berwald's own helplessly following. "...I locked it! Can you believe that? I already accidentally locked it around MY wrist, and now yours too, I can't believe this pffffffffft-" And he started laughing again, quietly, holding is stomach.
Berwald still couldn't find any words, so he just lay there and stared. How likely was it that a person just went crazy all of a sudden...even more bizarrely, Tino didn't seem to have been drinking.
"...ya've been taking drugs?" Berwald asked searchingly, trying to ginore the bouncing motion the other was making while laughing silently still on top of him.
WHO: Berwald, Tino
WHEN: 13th July 2010, late evening
WHERE: Their house -> idk where
WHAT: Manry!Tino + handcuffed together.
Tino had been acting rather...peculiarly that morning. Berwald had woken up to a...shout. A surprised one, and when he'd gotten up to see what it was about, he'd found Tino in the bathroom...flexing in front of the mirror. Hearing Berwald, he'd turned to look at him, eyes widening in startlement for a second, before he'd started to beam delightedly.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing...I mean, of course you are, it's obvious!" Tino enthused, and then chuckled. Berwald hadn't ever heard him chuckle quite...like that.
"...guess?" he replied uncertainly, but it didn't seem like Tino even heard him, having gone back to looking at the mirror.
His strange behavior had continued at breakfast, where Tino had settled down loftily at the table, and...well, maybe it hadn't quite sounded like an order when he'd told Berwald to make the breakfast. Just a little. And besides, it wasn't like Berwald disliked cooking...thought usually they'd make the coffee in turns at least, and that morning Tino apparently completely forgot it was his turn...but not like it was a big deal. Maybe Tino had just gotten some happy news and was distracted, who knew. He certainly acted rather jolly, making jokes and then laughing at them loudly himself and everything.
Still, Berwald was almost relieved when they both left for work that morning, and had long shifts so...surely Tino would be back to normal when they saw next.
After work, Berwald felt rather tired. Several employees were unexpectedly absent for some reason or other, so there had been more work than usual. Therefore, he headed to bed early, and fell asleep at once...and then woke up to a strange feeling. There was a weight on him, and something cold on on his wrist...like a heavy bracelet.
Berwald opened his eyes, and blinked blearily upwards...and then his eyes widened suddenly.
"T'no...?"
Tino was sitting on top of him. Repeat, Tino was sitting on top of him. And that wasn't all, he was also giggling-, no wait, chuckling. Scratch that too, now he was laughing while throwing his head back, a sight that shouldn't have looked as good as it did, but luckily the mere strangeness of the situation that was almost eerie kept the dirtier part of Berwald's mind in check, and he just gaped at the Finn as the other laughed and laughed until he seemed to finally calm down some, breathing heavily and wiping his eyes, letting out few giggles here and there, staring down at Berwald, an uncharacteristic amused grin on his face that somehow reminded Berwald of Søren, only difference being that Tino's kind face made the grin look that much more disturbingly good.
Right as he was about to open his mouth to ask Tino why was he here, in his bed, on top of him, or at least try to, since he was pretty sure only half of that would actually make its way out of his mouth, Tino raised his left wrist up, and Berwald found his own right hand tugged along by a... handcuff attached to it. The other end being, obviously, around Tino's, attached by a longish chain.
"Oops."
Oops. Was that supposed to explain something? Chuckling a bit again, Tino shook the chain. "See, I found this thing...got it as a gift or something, and then I kind of, you know, wanted to test it on something, or no wait, I was actually thinking how thick your wrist was and could this fit around it, so I came here to measure it, but then I accidentally, kind of....." Looking like he was about to burst out laughing again, Tino pulled his wrist higher up, Berwald's own helplessly following. "...I locked it! Can you believe that? I already accidentally locked it around MY wrist, and now yours too, I can't believe this pffffffffft-" And he started laughing again, quietly, holding is stomach.
Berwald still couldn't find any words, so he just lay there and stared. How likely was it that a person just went crazy all of a sudden...even more bizarrely, Tino didn't seem to have been drinking.
"...ya've been taking drugs?" Berwald asked searchingly, trying to ginore the bouncing motion the other was making while laughing silently still on top of him.