30 days of Oz. Day eleven: Wearing kigurumis
Part 3/3. Teenfic (I wrote Teenlock, ok. Sherlock ruined me).
Prompt:Wearing kigurumis *
Paring: B/K
“Are you a fag?”
Well definitely not the question that he was expecting from a sick kid. Toby turns to look at the owner of the question, compatibly with what the costume allows him. And what he sees is not what he expects, once again that day.
The owner of the question is sick for sure, according to a wheelchair on which he's sitting, but not a kid. He seems to have the age of Toby, maybe a year or two younger. Not a kid, yeah.
The guy is waiting for an answer. “No, you?”
“Nah, but it’s different.”
Ok. Well we are an impasse.
“Why it’s different? Why are you asking me that?”
“Because.” The strangers point at Toby like it was obvious.
“What?!”
“I'm not the one who is wearing a furry pink bunny costume.” He smirks.
Toby feels his vein on the forehead start to swell. He should not be angry with a person in a wheelchair. He gets angry with a person in a wheelchair. “It’s- it’s not- it’s a kigurumi!”
“And what the fuck is kigurumi?”
He has no idea, when the woman at the front desk told him he wasn’t listening; he was too focused on his misery. His guilt, not his misery. His guilt. Right. He plays the Harvard boy. “A kigurumi is a sort of Japanese costume and it’s very important for the Japanese culture-“
“A pink bunny costume.”
“Well yes.” He waits a moment. “But I’m not a fag, anyway. I’m here for play with sick kids, I’m a volunteer, you know. To play with kids. “
“It’s cool.”
“It’s not what I normally wear outside. “ God he is an idiot.
“It’s cool, man. You aren’t a pink bunny outside.”
“Yeah, right.”
“So why aren’t you playing?”
“What?”
“You said you are here to play with sick kids, to make them happy and some other bullshit so why aren’t you playing with them?”
Yeah, why Toby? Why are you are with this guy, that you've known for five minutes and has already called you fag instead of doing the job for which you came, and that you do best? And you are very good even to be an idiot, clearly. Because Toby doesn’t want to admit that but when he turned to look at the guy what he saw wasn’t only an ill guy on a wheelchair but the pair of blue eyes more deep that he ever seen. And when the stranger smirked at him like he was an idiot the only thought in his mind had been “I could play the idiot to see that smile again, only a bit.”
But more than that, the truth is: the stranger is surely unbearable and Toby wants to stay to talk with him anyway. He remembers that night at the party with Genevieve. Toby remembers when his (ex) girlfriend wanted to dance with him and he didn’t want to leave his drink. Now Toby feels like if the stranger was the drink. If the stranger asks him to dance he would do it (even if of course the stranger can’t dance, because he is on a wheelchair and of course he doesn’t even want it. Toby doesn’t want too; he isn’t a fag of course. Maybe).
“I’m playing with you, aren’t I?” He jokes. He doesn’t normally joke and certainly he doesn’t flirt.
“Oh you can play with me, if you want. But any games I have in mind include a pink bunny costume.”
“Then you are a disappointment, or maybe you aren’t so sick and I should to play with one of those kids.” Toby pretends to get away and then adds “What game were you thinking?”
“Wrestling.” The stranger answers immediately.
“With you on a wheelchair?” He rolls his eyes. “Can you play chess? I saw a chess board on a table; we can play if you want.”
“Would not you prefer strip poker?”
“You really want to see me naked.” He wants to be brave, he wants play with him.
“Let’s say I want to see who is hidden under a pink bunny costume.”
“It’s a kigurumi!” Then he smiles “And it’s Toby. Who he is hidden under the costume. I’m Toby.” And Toby, just for a moment, thinks that the stranger really sees who he is. Even hidden under a bunny costume.
“I’m Chris.”
*Note: I know how it is a kigurumi (I saw a lot at Harajuku) but for some reason when I thought about this story i imagined Toby wearing the "Tenerone costume", that is awful and from an italian tv show (1980). This. Sorry,Toby
Prompt:Wearing kigurumis *
Paring: B/K
“Are you a fag?”
Well definitely not the question that he was expecting from a sick kid. Toby turns to look at the owner of the question, compatibly with what the costume allows him. And what he sees is not what he expects, once again that day.
The owner of the question is sick for sure, according to a wheelchair on which he's sitting, but not a kid. He seems to have the age of Toby, maybe a year or two younger. Not a kid, yeah.
The guy is waiting for an answer. “No, you?”
“Nah, but it’s different.”
Ok. Well we are an impasse.
“Why it’s different? Why are you asking me that?”
“Because.” The strangers point at Toby like it was obvious.
“What?!”
“I'm not the one who is wearing a furry pink bunny costume.” He smirks.
Toby feels his vein on the forehead start to swell. He should not be angry with a person in a wheelchair. He gets angry with a person in a wheelchair. “It’s- it’s not- it’s a kigurumi!”
“And what the fuck is kigurumi?”
He has no idea, when the woman at the front desk told him he wasn’t listening; he was too focused on his misery. His guilt, not his misery. His guilt. Right. He plays the Harvard boy. “A kigurumi is a sort of Japanese costume and it’s very important for the Japanese culture-“
“A pink bunny costume.”
“Well yes.” He waits a moment. “But I’m not a fag, anyway. I’m here for play with sick kids, I’m a volunteer, you know. To play with kids. “
“It’s cool.”
“It’s not what I normally wear outside. “ God he is an idiot.
“It’s cool, man. You aren’t a pink bunny outside.”
“Yeah, right.”
“So why aren’t you playing?”
“What?”
“You said you are here to play with sick kids, to make them happy and some other bullshit so why aren’t you playing with them?”
Yeah, why Toby? Why are you are with this guy, that you've known for five minutes and has already called you fag instead of doing the job for which you came, and that you do best? And you are very good even to be an idiot, clearly. Because Toby doesn’t want to admit that but when he turned to look at the guy what he saw wasn’t only an ill guy on a wheelchair but the pair of blue eyes more deep that he ever seen. And when the stranger smirked at him like he was an idiot the only thought in his mind had been “I could play the idiot to see that smile again, only a bit.”
But more than that, the truth is: the stranger is surely unbearable and Toby wants to stay to talk with him anyway. He remembers that night at the party with Genevieve. Toby remembers when his (ex) girlfriend wanted to dance with him and he didn’t want to leave his drink. Now Toby feels like if the stranger was the drink. If the stranger asks him to dance he would do it (even if of course the stranger can’t dance, because he is on a wheelchair and of course he doesn’t even want it. Toby doesn’t want too; he isn’t a fag of course. Maybe).
“I’m playing with you, aren’t I?” He jokes. He doesn’t normally joke and certainly he doesn’t flirt.
“Oh you can play with me, if you want. But any games I have in mind include a pink bunny costume.”
“Then you are a disappointment, or maybe you aren’t so sick and I should to play with one of those kids.” Toby pretends to get away and then adds “What game were you thinking?”
“Wrestling.” The stranger answers immediately.
“With you on a wheelchair?” He rolls his eyes. “Can you play chess? I saw a chess board on a table; we can play if you want.”
“Would not you prefer strip poker?”
“You really want to see me naked.” He wants to be brave, he wants play with him.
“Let’s say I want to see who is hidden under a pink bunny costume.”
“It’s a kigurumi!” Then he smiles “And it’s Toby. Who he is hidden under the costume. I’m Toby.” And Toby, just for a moment, thinks that the stranger really sees who he is. Even hidden under a bunny costume.
“I’m Chris.”
*Note: I know how it is a kigurumi (I saw a lot at Harajuku) but for some reason when I thought about this story i imagined Toby wearing the "Tenerone costume", that is awful and from an italian tv show (1980). This. Sorry,Toby
