LOG: Saeki/Shishido with a Chitose cameo *_*
LOG: Saeki/Shishido with Chitose butting his fat head in at the end. NC-17. Doubles fretting, chicken eating, and Tachitose vengence.
Shishido: Okay. *holds up a stick of chalk and points to the beautiful tennis court he drew with lines and arrows and previous plans on it* If I go here... *draws a line* ...you go... *draws another line and then makes and X* ...here!
Shishido: So we'll be covered if they lob it.
Saeki: *stares at the sketch and takes a bite of brownie* What if they don't lob it? *places brownie in the empty middle space*
Shishido: *points to the other X* Then I'm right here so we're all set.
Saeki: *glances sidelong at him* You're right here.
Shishido: *frowns and looks at the picture* No, I'm right here. *pauses* Hm. Wait. Never mind! I'll just draw a new one!
Saeki: *leans back against wall and digs around in his bag for his bottle and watches Shishido draw a new court, complete with little cross-hitch net* I like your minature court.
Shishido: *doesn't look up as he finishes drawing the little audience on the side* It needs to be accurate. *leans back*
Saeki: *takes a drink and crosses feet over it*
Shishido: ... *looks up at him* What are you doing?
Saeki: Stopping you from adding little banners and facial expressions.
Shishido: I was just about to draw the game plan!
Saeki: *offers bottle* Do you think we're overanalysing this?
Shishido: ...no. We have to beat them.
Saeki: *pulls legs in to kneel up straight and presses bottle in Shishido's hand, plucking the chalk away* I want to win too, but if that's all we think about then we can't focus on the game.
Shishido: *glares at him* What if we lose and Oshitari and Gakuto get D1?
Saeki: That won't happen. *touches the clasp of Shishido's hat*
Shishido: I know it won't happen. Because we're training and planning.
Saeki: No- *sweeps fingers down the side of Shishido's face quickly and sits back again* Because I love playing with you.
Shishido: What do you think of our combination?
Saeki: I think- *pauses and looks at him* I think I expected it to just work straight away because I'd swapped schools and moved to Tokyo and finally convinced you to give me a chance, and that the tennis wouldn't work was sort of lost in everything and it didn't even cross my mind.
Shishido: Yeah, it kind of sucks, doesn't it? *picks up a piece of chalk and starts scribbling on the cement*
Saeki: Nothing's worth much unless it's taken work to get it. *draws a big S on the ground* I worked for you.... *writes the rest of his own name with the top half of the giant 'S'* I didn't calculate it, it just happened because I wanted you and I went after you. *writes Shishido's name underneath using the bottom half of the 'S'* And we'll work for this. And get it if it's set in our hearts.
Saeki: *grins and finishes their names with a flourish and pushes the chalk down Shishido's shirt*
Shishido: You're so-- HEY! *reaches back behind to remove the chalk* Not if you do stuff like this! *grabs the bucket of chalk and leans over to dump it on Saeki's head*
Saeki: *dodges and dives for Shishido's waist, tackling him backwards onto the pavement and spilling chalk all over them*
Shishido: Ow-- *tumbles backwards onto the pavement and tries to push Saeki off*
Saeki: *sits up and coughs in the cloud of chalk dust* My hair's white again.
Shishido: *ruffles his hair with both hands* No! White hair is lame!
Saeki: *screws his eyes shut to keep out the dust and chokes on a laugh* Hey, I had white hair for a long time.
Shishido: *coughs* I know. It was lame. I told you that.
Saeki: *catches one of Shishido's hands in his hair* It is softer since the bleach grew out.
Shishido: And thicker and healthier and it looks better. It's getting longer too. *spreads his fingers in Saeki's hair* Have you been using that leave-in stuff I told you to?
Saeki: Of course. *stares straight back at Shishido and works hard to keep a straight face* Your hair advice is like gospel truth.
Shishido: ... *stares back at him with his brows furrowed* I know what I'm talking about.
Saeki: I know. You gave me a whole two A4 pages of what you know. And I saw your reply to Atobe last night.
Shishido: *jumps and leans away from Saeki* He asked!
Saeki: *shakes the last of the chalk off* You'll be an awesome hairdresser, Shishido. You're even gay, so you can prance about and wave your hairbrushes and have diva strops everyday.
Shishido: ...um.
Shishido: ...
Shishido: I don't want to be a hairdresser!
Saeki: I saw your comment to Echizen when you were drunk too.
Shishido: You've seen EVERY comment I've made!
Saeki: Probably. *picks up one of the many sticks of chalk lying around them and draws a heart around their names* Heh.
Shishido: *sits up all the way* You don't have to stalk me anymore.
Saeki: *looks at Shishido's minature court* Is that even Sakaki sitting on the bench?
Shishido: *looks over at the drawing* Well... *frowns at it and grabs a piece of chalk and scribbles it out* Who else would it be?!
Saeki: *leans back on his hands* We'll impress him tomorrow.
Shishido: ...and on Friday. *tosses the chalk toward the overturned bucket of spilled chalk*
Saeki: At every practice and every match from now on. *brushes chalk dust off his hat*
Shishido: *holds his fist up* We'll hold onto D1 all four years.
Saeki: *laughs and fist-bops* Atsushi will sulk at me.
Shishido: Tough luck for him! *frowns and stands up* Get up, I'm hungry. Let's get food.
Saeki: I've always beaten him anyway except when he plays with his brother against me and Itt-chan. *grins up at him and tilts his head* Are you paying?
Shishido: ...yeah I'm paying. *sticks his hand out with mock reluctance* I'm the guy, afterall.
Saeki: *takes his hand and pulls himself up* You're the rich guy.
Shishido: *pulls at his hand* I had to pay last night at the club.
Saeki: For your entrance and drinks?
Shishido: Not the entrance. Atobe got that.
Saeki: *presses fingers* Did he?
Shishido: *pulls his hand away and starts walking* Yeah.
Shishido: I was just the last to put my finger on my nose when the bill came. Stupid lame rule.
Saeki: *picks up the bucket and scoops a few bits of chalk in it and follows* I'll pay you back.
Shishido: I already offered, idiot! You don't have to pay me back!
Saeki: Okay, thanks. *tries balancing bucket on his head*
Shishido: Heh. *grins slightly* The club we went to was better than that one Yukimura took me too.
Saeki: Wasn't the club Yukimura took you to a gay bar?
Shishido: *backhands Saeki's chest* Shut up!
Saeki: *catches bucket* He probably thought you'd like the feather boas and tight shirts and guys in make up.
Shishido: Yukimura's lame! He knows nothing! *looks up at the signs on the building* Where is that take-out place?!
Saeki: The one we used when we ate on the hill...? *takes Shishido's wrist and tugs him down the other way*
Shishido: *frowns and let's Saeki lead the way* I thought it was over there.
Saeki: You were close. *pushes the door open and looks happily up at the menu* Chicken.
Shishido: That's what I'm getting. *pulls out his wallet after ordering and pays*
Saeki: *reaches subtlely for his hand and squeezes quick and drops it*
Shishido: *nonchalantly bats it away and then walks toward the door outside*
Saeki: *grabs his bag and goes after him* You don't have to worry about onions with chicken.
Shishido: You didn't get onions, right?
Saeki: *shakes his head* Did you want to go somewhere?
Shishido: *points off vaguely* I think they're a bench off somewhere over there.
Shishido: We can eat and...talk strategy about tennis and getting Tachibana and the hippie back.
Saeki: *finds the bench and sits Indian-style on it with the bag in his lap* I'm going to lock them somewhere with a Magic Eight ball that I've fixed to only read "Shag".
Shishido: ...where did you get THAT? *sighs and makes a vague checkmark in the air with his finger* So that one's all set.
Saeki: *pulls out a piece of chicken* I think they'll be good together. *looks at him slyly* And if someone'd done that to us four months ago I think it would've helped.
Shishido: ...*looks back at him suspiciously* We were together four months ago!
Saeki: But hadn't.... *spots Shishido's face and chokes a bit on the chicken and cracks up*
Shishido: *shifts his eyes and opens his meal container up* I LIKE TO WAIT. *stuff a few pieces of chicken in his mouth*
Saeki: *watches him and smiles* *reaches over and touches a bit of his hair sticking out of his hat* The strategy for the match is... catch the flow and kick ass.
Shishido: *has his mouth full so he can't talk but makes the checkmark with his finger again*
Saeki: Atsushi- the pretty one with the ribbons- Watch for when he goes to dunk-smash. Most of the time it's his trick to spin in the air and dropshot it.
Shishido: *finishes his bite* Heh. Sucks that you know his trick.
Shishido: For him.
Saeki: He knows my tennis too, but that won't stop me. *winks and eats*
Shishido: It better not. *takes another bite* Or I'm getting a new doubles partner.
Saeki: Oh yeah? *chews and jiggles foot* Who?
Shishido: ...*looks over at him* Who? *shrugs* How should I know? Atobe? Maybe Henry-buchou plays doubles.
Saeki: You wouldn't play singles again? I saw Atobe offer it for this match.
Shishido: ... *raises an eyebrow*
Shishido: I like doubles.
Saeki: Me too. *leans over and speaks in his ear* With you. *leans back and grins*
Shishido: *glances behind him and then back at Saeki* Of course with me. *looks to each side of him and then scoots closer*
Saeki: *takes out another piece of chicken* *casually puts his arm along the back of the bench and drums fingers*
Shishido: *looks at Saeki's arm* This isn't a first date, lameass. *grabs his hand and pulls it closer* You can do that.
Saeki: *puts his arm around Shishido and smiles a lot* How's yours? *nods at bag*
Shishido: My chicken?
Saeki: *hovers own piece of chicken* Try mine.
Shishido: You don't have to give me your food. *frowns and takes the bite anyway*
Saeki: You don't have to pay for my food. *lowers chicken* Though I like you did. *kisses the side of his cheek* Did Oshitari and Gakuto get scandalous at the club last night?
Shishido: I don't know. It's not like I LOOKED at them or anything. *frowns and turns toward him* I was in a lame mood. Which was YOUR fault, by the way.
Shishido: They could have been ALL over each other.
Shishido: And Atobe too.
Shishido: And Jiroh even though he wasn't there.
Saeki: You're telling me you were feeling so lame you would've missed noticing your entire club have an orgy on the dancefloor?
Shishido: ...
Shishido: That's not what I meant!
Saeki: *eats chicken ironically*
Shishido: I just meant--*kicks his foot and then crosses his arms* ...you're the lamest boyfriend.
Saeki: I said sorry twice.
Shishido: *closes his container and puts it on the bench next to him* Yeah I know.
Saeki: I had a sort-of clash with Ootori today.
Shishido: *leans back* You didn't hurt him, did you?
Saeki: *tucks arm back* No.
Shishido: You just talked?
Saeki: It doesn't matter, I shouldn't've mentioned it. *tries to put lid on top of container*
Saeki: Thanks for the chicken.
Shishido: Why'd you bring it up if you weren't going to say anything?
Saeki: Because you were bringing up something I thought was done and dusted too.
Shishido: Being at the club?
Shishido: I didn't bring up anything!
Saeki: You've got chalk on your nose and the takeaway girl stared at you like you were insane.
Shishido: Don't bring up Choutarou again, all right? *frowns and wipes his nose* Is it gone?
Saeki: I can't deny he exists, you definitely don't. *looks* No, some on the right.
Shishido: My right or yours? *brushes his nose on his right* I'm friends with him.
Saeki: My right- *brushes it away and drops hand* I know.
Shishido: It's gone now? *continues brushing his nose just in case* I'm allowed to be friends with him.
Saeki: Yes it's gone and yes I know.
Shishido: So there's no problem? *puts his hand on the back of the bench*
Saeki: You're mad if you think I'm loving the idea of you two being friendly and hanging out.
Saeki: But I'm not stopping you. *breathes out and looks directly at Shishido*
Shishido: ...between you and me. *leans in slightly* I think he's gone insane.
Saeki: I asked if you drove him insane.
Shishido: ...he said no, right?!
Saeki: He didn't really answer, gave a bunch of more insane answers, and... The whole time the comment thread was under that FICTION.
Saeki: So I found it pretty hard to take it seriously.
Shishido: ...it WAS me, I bet. *frowns* Hm. Well.
Shishido: Lame.
Shishido: Never mind though. *shakes his head* You were right. Never mind!
Saeki: It was me really, not you. I- hm. It's weird. I really don't like what's happened with Ootori, but I'm not sorry because- I love you
Saeki: *rakes a hand through his hair and laughs* Oh dear.
Shishido: Well. That's all lame stuff. *laughs nervously*
Saeki: At least both Tachibana and Chitose are single. My evil plot will work brilliantly. I'm rigging the Magic Eight Ball tonight.
Shishido: Does your evil plot involve me?
Saeki: I know you don't like Tachibana. Or Chitose much either, I guess. I can try and trap them alone unless you want to help.
Shishido: They're a lame pair. They're probably only pretending they haven't done anything. What room are you locking them in anyway?
Saeki: I was going to play it by ear. *grins and flicks Shishido's ear*
Shishido: Not the kitchen. Or the pantry. *puts his arm around Saeki and moves in closer, frowning* Not your room either.
Saeki: No where like that, no. *puts a hand on the back of Shishido's neck* And god, hah- Not my room.
Shishido: *sits up on one knee and wraps his other arm around him* What about the basement? Do you even have one of those?
Saeki: *grabs the back of the bench and drags Shishido closer* No- no basement. And I'm done with pretending to care about where we're locking Tachibana and Chitose. *pulls Shishido into a kiss*
Shishido: *slides his hand forward onto Saeki's shoulder and kisses him before leaning back* I care.
Saeki: *kisses him again quick* About it being on the kitchen table or the couch or something, I get it. I won't lock them anywhere like that. *slides hand down Shishido's back and up again*
Shishido: *pushes himself half onto Saeki's lap and knocks his chicken over* You're not making any sense. You can't lock people on the couch or the kitchen table. *leans in close*
Saeki: Well- *loses track of conversation and kisses Shishido hard*
Shishido: *balances his other knee on the seat of the bench and props himself up, gripping the collar of Saeki shirt and pulling up as he kissed him*
Saeki: *bunches his hands in the back of Shishido's shirt and presses him close, then breaks for air and stares at him with wide eyes* Do you want to come help me with the locking thing today- tonight- Is your mom going nuts because of all the nights somewhere else?
Saeki: *clenches hand tighter in Shishido's shirt and shuts up*
Shishido: Yeah. *nods* I'll help. Locking them in the closet or whatever. Heh.
Saeki: *smiles* You can stay then.
Shishido: *glances up at people walking toward the bench area* Hm. *dodges Saeki's lips instead and squeezes him tightly* We could go to your place now.
Saeki: *glances at people over Shishido's shoulder and nods into his hug* Definitely. *still kind of reluctant to let go even though people are coming closer* Thanks for the chicken.
Shishido: Shut up about the chicken. *leans back and straightens Saeki's collar*
Saeki: I really like chicken. Not as much as marmite, but chicken is wicked.
Shishido: Remind me never to buy you marmite. *slides off his lap and brushes himself off*
Saeki: *throws containers in bin and sidles over and pushes his shoulder against Shishido's* There are special editions now, with flavours. *_*
Shishido: Shut up, I don't care! *leans in to kiss Saeki again but a couple comes and sits down next to them*
Woman: I love this place's chicken!
Man: I love you more.
Woman: It looks so tender!
Man: Not as tender as you.
Woman: And juicy.
Man: Not as...hm...heh.
Shishido: *glances over at them* ...
Saeki: ... *cracks up* *not subtle*
Man: *ignores them and starts making out with Woman*
Shishido: ...lame.
Saeki: *grabs Shishido's wrist and tows him away*
Shishido: *stands up and walks away* Wait, I didn't get my chicken!
Saeki: Your chicken was too tender and juicy to handle.
Shishido: ...I don't want it anymore.
Saeki: I didn't think so. *glances around and pushes Shishido against a tree suddenly and kisses him*
Shishido: *pulls himself away from the tree and up against Saeki, grabbing onto his shirt sleeves*
Saeki: *scrambles for something for balance and falls against tree, kissing Shishido deeper and tangling their legs*
Shishido: *pushes him against the tree and then pulls away, putting his hand up to his mouth* I think my lip is bleeding. *wipes his mouth* Or is it yours?
Saeki: I don't know- Oops. *gets a nut dropped on his head and looks up to see a squirrel cackle at him* ...Home is a good idea.
Shishido: *pulls Saeki away from the tree and kisses him as he walks awkwardly*
Saeki: *loops arm tight around Shishido's waist and walks home with him crazily and collides with a lamp-post on the way*
Shishido: ...I could have told you about that. Heh. *grins at him as he walks up the stairs*
Saeki: *chases him up and pushes him against the door and kisses him again* Shutup-
Shishido: *kisses him from against the door, fumbling for the doorknob before opening it up and backstepping to almost trip over the arm of the couch*
Saeki: *laughs and pushes him over the edge of the couch arm anyway and looks down at him, breathing a bit fast* Your hat still has chalk on it. It should come off. *leans down and plucks it off*
Shishido: *sits up on his knees and takes the hat from him, tossing it across the room* I don't really care.
Saeki: *watches the hat spin away and then grabs Shishido, sinking them both into the couch cushions* *loses all manners and just kisses him giddily*
Shishido: What about the broom closet? *lies back and puts his hands on each side of Saeki's face*
Saeki: *takes a long second to understand that sentence* Right, yeah... Brooms and shoe polish. All they need. *catches Shishido's mouth again*
Shishido: Mmhm--*kisses him back*
Chitose: *walking down the hallway to the living room* *carrying his laptop so that he can continue to mind-boggle at Tezuka* *turns the corner* Normally I wouldn't say anything, but could you guys tone it down? It's grossing Kippei out.
Saeki: *half-falls off the couch*
Chitose: *laughs*
Shishido: *sits up and flails* Go away!
Saeki: *recovers quick* Tachibana's here now? *looks at Shishido*
Shishido: *frowns* LAME.
Chitose: *still laughing* Yeah, Kippei's here. We got in before you did.
Saeki: ... *picks up doctored Magic Eight Ball on the table and throws it to Chitose*
Shishido: ...oh. *stands up quickly*
Chitose: *catches, balancing the laptop in his right hand, because he has skillz* What were you doing with my baby?
Saeki: Calling upon its great wisdom, you should do the same. Right now. *picks up chalk bucket*
Chitose: *takes the Magic Eight Ball very seriously* *shakes it and looks at it*
Shishido: *walks behind him and grabs the door handle* What does it say now?
Magic Eight Ball: Shag.
Chitose: ... *appalled* What the fuck have you done to my baby?
Saeki: *quickly jams bucket over Chitose's head and shoves him in the broom closet Shishido holds open*
Shishido: *slams the door shut* What about Tachibana?
Chitose: *flails and makes a sound something like this* WOAHFWUCKOOOOHSHEETFDSJFHKJSHDF
Saeki: We just need to tell him Chitose needs CPR in a tight space.
Chitose: *banging on door from the other side*
Shishido: *leans against the door* Why are we even doing this?!
Saeki: Revenge and their own good. *goes to Chitose's bedroom and predictably entices Tachibana The Whore (TM) out to the closet and jams him in too, shoving him at Chitose before he can barrel his way out*
Shishido: *helped too!*
Chitose: *falls into a mop bucket*
Shishido: *highfives Saeki* Let's leave them in there forever.
Saeki: Heh. For a good few hours anyway. *glances at Shishido* Where were we?
Shishido: *points to the couch* Over there.
Saeki: I don't want to hear what goes on in that closet. *cracks up and checks the lock on the door again, then turns and drags Shishido to his room*
Shishido: *kicks the door closed behind him and ignores the noises from the closet* >D
From the Closet: *lots of banging and falling over and swearing*
Saeki: *Flashes victory sign at the ceiling*
Shishido: *the black circle closes and the Looney Toons music is cued*
Porky Pig: Th-th-th-that's all folks!
Shishido: Okay. *holds up a stick of chalk and points to the beautiful tennis court he drew with lines and arrows and previous plans on it* If I go here... *draws a line* ...you go... *draws another line and then makes and X* ...here!
Shishido: So we'll be covered if they lob it.
Saeki: *stares at the sketch and takes a bite of brownie* What if they don't lob it? *places brownie in the empty middle space*
Shishido: *points to the other X* Then I'm right here so we're all set.
Saeki: *glances sidelong at him* You're right here.
Shishido: *frowns and looks at the picture* No, I'm right here. *pauses* Hm. Wait. Never mind! I'll just draw a new one!
Saeki: *leans back against wall and digs around in his bag for his bottle and watches Shishido draw a new court, complete with little cross-hitch net* I like your minature court.
Shishido: *doesn't look up as he finishes drawing the little audience on the side* It needs to be accurate. *leans back*
Saeki: *takes a drink and crosses feet over it*
Shishido: ... *looks up at him* What are you doing?
Saeki: Stopping you from adding little banners and facial expressions.
Shishido: I was just about to draw the game plan!
Saeki: *offers bottle* Do you think we're overanalysing this?
Shishido: ...no. We have to beat them.
Saeki: *pulls legs in to kneel up straight and presses bottle in Shishido's hand, plucking the chalk away* I want to win too, but if that's all we think about then we can't focus on the game.
Shishido: *glares at him* What if we lose and Oshitari and Gakuto get D1?
Saeki: That won't happen. *touches the clasp of Shishido's hat*
Shishido: I know it won't happen. Because we're training and planning.
Saeki: No- *sweeps fingers down the side of Shishido's face quickly and sits back again* Because I love playing with you.
Shishido: What do you think of our combination?
Saeki: I think- *pauses and looks at him* I think I expected it to just work straight away because I'd swapped schools and moved to Tokyo and finally convinced you to give me a chance, and that the tennis wouldn't work was sort of lost in everything and it didn't even cross my mind.
Shishido: Yeah, it kind of sucks, doesn't it? *picks up a piece of chalk and starts scribbling on the cement*
Saeki: Nothing's worth much unless it's taken work to get it. *draws a big S on the ground* I worked for you.... *writes the rest of his own name with the top half of the giant 'S'* I didn't calculate it, it just happened because I wanted you and I went after you. *writes Shishido's name underneath using the bottom half of the 'S'* And we'll work for this. And get it if it's set in our hearts.
Saeki: *grins and finishes their names with a flourish and pushes the chalk down Shishido's shirt*
Shishido: You're so-- HEY! *reaches back behind to remove the chalk* Not if you do stuff like this! *grabs the bucket of chalk and leans over to dump it on Saeki's head*
Saeki: *dodges and dives for Shishido's waist, tackling him backwards onto the pavement and spilling chalk all over them*
Shishido: Ow-- *tumbles backwards onto the pavement and tries to push Saeki off*
Saeki: *sits up and coughs in the cloud of chalk dust* My hair's white again.
Shishido: *ruffles his hair with both hands* No! White hair is lame!
Saeki: *screws his eyes shut to keep out the dust and chokes on a laugh* Hey, I had white hair for a long time.
Shishido: *coughs* I know. It was lame. I told you that.
Saeki: *catches one of Shishido's hands in his hair* It is softer since the bleach grew out.
Shishido: And thicker and healthier and it looks better. It's getting longer too. *spreads his fingers in Saeki's hair* Have you been using that leave-in stuff I told you to?
Saeki: Of course. *stares straight back at Shishido and works hard to keep a straight face* Your hair advice is like gospel truth.
Shishido: ... *stares back at him with his brows furrowed* I know what I'm talking about.
Saeki: I know. You gave me a whole two A4 pages of what you know. And I saw your reply to Atobe last night.
Shishido: *jumps and leans away from Saeki* He asked!
Saeki: *shakes the last of the chalk off* You'll be an awesome hairdresser, Shishido. You're even gay, so you can prance about and wave your hairbrushes and have diva strops everyday.
Shishido: ...um.
Shishido: ...
Shishido: I don't want to be a hairdresser!
Saeki: I saw your comment to Echizen when you were drunk too.
Shishido: You've seen EVERY comment I've made!
Saeki: Probably. *picks up one of the many sticks of chalk lying around them and draws a heart around their names* Heh.
Shishido: *sits up all the way* You don't have to stalk me anymore.
Saeki: *looks at Shishido's minature court* Is that even Sakaki sitting on the bench?
Shishido: *looks over at the drawing* Well... *frowns at it and grabs a piece of chalk and scribbles it out* Who else would it be?!
Saeki: *leans back on his hands* We'll impress him tomorrow.
Shishido: ...and on Friday. *tosses the chalk toward the overturned bucket of spilled chalk*
Saeki: At every practice and every match from now on. *brushes chalk dust off his hat*
Shishido: *holds his fist up* We'll hold onto D1 all four years.
Saeki: *laughs and fist-bops* Atsushi will sulk at me.
Shishido: Tough luck for him! *frowns and stands up* Get up, I'm hungry. Let's get food.
Saeki: I've always beaten him anyway except when he plays with his brother against me and Itt-chan. *grins up at him and tilts his head* Are you paying?
Shishido: ...yeah I'm paying. *sticks his hand out with mock reluctance* I'm the guy, afterall.
Saeki: *takes his hand and pulls himself up* You're the rich guy.
Shishido: *pulls at his hand* I had to pay last night at the club.
Saeki: For your entrance and drinks?
Shishido: Not the entrance. Atobe got that.
Saeki: *presses fingers* Did he?
Shishido: *pulls his hand away and starts walking* Yeah.
Shishido: I was just the last to put my finger on my nose when the bill came. Stupid lame rule.
Saeki: *picks up the bucket and scoops a few bits of chalk in it and follows* I'll pay you back.
Shishido: I already offered, idiot! You don't have to pay me back!
Saeki: Okay, thanks. *tries balancing bucket on his head*
Shishido: Heh. *grins slightly* The club we went to was better than that one Yukimura took me too.
Saeki: Wasn't the club Yukimura took you to a gay bar?
Shishido: *backhands Saeki's chest* Shut up!
Saeki: *catches bucket* He probably thought you'd like the feather boas and tight shirts and guys in make up.
Shishido: Yukimura's lame! He knows nothing! *looks up at the signs on the building* Where is that take-out place?!
Saeki: The one we used when we ate on the hill...? *takes Shishido's wrist and tugs him down the other way*
Shishido: *frowns and let's Saeki lead the way* I thought it was over there.
Saeki: You were close. *pushes the door open and looks happily up at the menu* Chicken.
Shishido: That's what I'm getting. *pulls out his wallet after ordering and pays*
Saeki: *reaches subtlely for his hand and squeezes quick and drops it*
Shishido: *nonchalantly bats it away and then walks toward the door outside*
Saeki: *grabs his bag and goes after him* You don't have to worry about onions with chicken.
Shishido: You didn't get onions, right?
Saeki: *shakes his head* Did you want to go somewhere?
Shishido: *points off vaguely* I think they're a bench off somewhere over there.
Shishido: We can eat and...talk strategy about tennis and getting Tachibana and the hippie back.
Saeki: *finds the bench and sits Indian-style on it with the bag in his lap* I'm going to lock them somewhere with a Magic Eight ball that I've fixed to only read "Shag".
Shishido: ...where did you get THAT? *sighs and makes a vague checkmark in the air with his finger* So that one's all set.
Saeki: *pulls out a piece of chicken* I think they'll be good together. *looks at him slyly* And if someone'd done that to us four months ago I think it would've helped.
Shishido: ...*looks back at him suspiciously* We were together four months ago!
Saeki: But hadn't.... *spots Shishido's face and chokes a bit on the chicken and cracks up*
Shishido: *shifts his eyes and opens his meal container up* I LIKE TO WAIT. *stuff a few pieces of chicken in his mouth*
Saeki: *watches him and smiles* *reaches over and touches a bit of his hair sticking out of his hat* The strategy for the match is... catch the flow and kick ass.
Shishido: *has his mouth full so he can't talk but makes the checkmark with his finger again*
Saeki: Atsushi- the pretty one with the ribbons- Watch for when he goes to dunk-smash. Most of the time it's his trick to spin in the air and dropshot it.
Shishido: *finishes his bite* Heh. Sucks that you know his trick.
Shishido: For him.
Saeki: He knows my tennis too, but that won't stop me. *winks and eats*
Shishido: It better not. *takes another bite* Or I'm getting a new doubles partner.
Saeki: Oh yeah? *chews and jiggles foot* Who?
Shishido: ...*looks over at him* Who? *shrugs* How should I know? Atobe? Maybe Henry-buchou plays doubles.
Saeki: You wouldn't play singles again? I saw Atobe offer it for this match.
Shishido: ... *raises an eyebrow*
Shishido: I like doubles.
Saeki: Me too. *leans over and speaks in his ear* With you. *leans back and grins*
Shishido: *glances behind him and then back at Saeki* Of course with me. *looks to each side of him and then scoots closer*
Saeki: *takes out another piece of chicken* *casually puts his arm along the back of the bench and drums fingers*
Shishido: *looks at Saeki's arm* This isn't a first date, lameass. *grabs his hand and pulls it closer* You can do that.
Saeki: *puts his arm around Shishido and smiles a lot* How's yours? *nods at bag*
Shishido: My chicken?
Saeki: *hovers own piece of chicken* Try mine.
Shishido: You don't have to give me your food. *frowns and takes the bite anyway*
Saeki: You don't have to pay for my food. *lowers chicken* Though I like you did. *kisses the side of his cheek* Did Oshitari and Gakuto get scandalous at the club last night?
Shishido: I don't know. It's not like I LOOKED at them or anything. *frowns and turns toward him* I was in a lame mood. Which was YOUR fault, by the way.
Shishido: They could have been ALL over each other.
Shishido: And Atobe too.
Shishido: And Jiroh even though he wasn't there.
Saeki: You're telling me you were feeling so lame you would've missed noticing your entire club have an orgy on the dancefloor?
Shishido: ...
Shishido: That's not what I meant!
Saeki: *eats chicken ironically*
Shishido: I just meant--*kicks his foot and then crosses his arms* ...you're the lamest boyfriend.
Saeki: I said sorry twice.
Shishido: *closes his container and puts it on the bench next to him* Yeah I know.
Saeki: I had a sort-of clash with Ootori today.
Shishido: *leans back* You didn't hurt him, did you?
Saeki: *tucks arm back* No.
Shishido: You just talked?
Saeki: It doesn't matter, I shouldn't've mentioned it. *tries to put lid on top of container*
Saeki: Thanks for the chicken.
Shishido: Why'd you bring it up if you weren't going to say anything?
Saeki: Because you were bringing up something I thought was done and dusted too.
Shishido: Being at the club?
Shishido: I didn't bring up anything!
Saeki: You've got chalk on your nose and the takeaway girl stared at you like you were insane.
Shishido: Don't bring up Choutarou again, all right? *frowns and wipes his nose* Is it gone?
Saeki: I can't deny he exists, you definitely don't. *looks* No, some on the right.
Shishido: My right or yours? *brushes his nose on his right* I'm friends with him.
Saeki: My right- *brushes it away and drops hand* I know.
Shishido: It's gone now? *continues brushing his nose just in case* I'm allowed to be friends with him.
Saeki: Yes it's gone and yes I know.
Shishido: So there's no problem? *puts his hand on the back of the bench*
Saeki: You're mad if you think I'm loving the idea of you two being friendly and hanging out.
Saeki: But I'm not stopping you. *breathes out and looks directly at Shishido*
Shishido: ...between you and me. *leans in slightly* I think he's gone insane.
Saeki: I asked if you drove him insane.
Shishido: ...he said no, right?!
Saeki: He didn't really answer, gave a bunch of more insane answers, and... The whole time the comment thread was under that FICTION.
Saeki: So I found it pretty hard to take it seriously.
Shishido: ...it WAS me, I bet. *frowns* Hm. Well.
Shishido: Lame.
Shishido: Never mind though. *shakes his head* You were right. Never mind!
Saeki: It was me really, not you. I- hm. It's weird. I really don't like what's happened with Ootori, but I'm not sorry because- I love you
Saeki: *rakes a hand through his hair and laughs* Oh dear.
Shishido: Well. That's all lame stuff. *laughs nervously*
Saeki: At least both Tachibana and Chitose are single. My evil plot will work brilliantly. I'm rigging the Magic Eight Ball tonight.
Shishido: Does your evil plot involve me?
Saeki: I know you don't like Tachibana. Or Chitose much either, I guess. I can try and trap them alone unless you want to help.
Shishido: They're a lame pair. They're probably only pretending they haven't done anything. What room are you locking them in anyway?
Saeki: I was going to play it by ear. *grins and flicks Shishido's ear*
Shishido: Not the kitchen. Or the pantry. *puts his arm around Saeki and moves in closer, frowning* Not your room either.
Saeki: No where like that, no. *puts a hand on the back of Shishido's neck* And god, hah- Not my room.
Shishido: *sits up on one knee and wraps his other arm around him* What about the basement? Do you even have one of those?
Saeki: *grabs the back of the bench and drags Shishido closer* No- no basement. And I'm done with pretending to care about where we're locking Tachibana and Chitose. *pulls Shishido into a kiss*
Shishido: *slides his hand forward onto Saeki's shoulder and kisses him before leaning back* I care.
Saeki: *kisses him again quick* About it being on the kitchen table or the couch or something, I get it. I won't lock them anywhere like that. *slides hand down Shishido's back and up again*
Shishido: *pushes himself half onto Saeki's lap and knocks his chicken over* You're not making any sense. You can't lock people on the couch or the kitchen table. *leans in close*
Saeki: Well- *loses track of conversation and kisses Shishido hard*
Shishido: *balances his other knee on the seat of the bench and props himself up, gripping the collar of Saeki shirt and pulling up as he kissed him*
Saeki: *bunches his hands in the back of Shishido's shirt and presses him close, then breaks for air and stares at him with wide eyes* Do you want to come help me with the locking thing today- tonight- Is your mom going nuts because of all the nights somewhere else?
Saeki: *clenches hand tighter in Shishido's shirt and shuts up*
Shishido: Yeah. *nods* I'll help. Locking them in the closet or whatever. Heh.
Saeki: *smiles* You can stay then.
Shishido: *glances up at people walking toward the bench area* Hm. *dodges Saeki's lips instead and squeezes him tightly* We could go to your place now.
Saeki: *glances at people over Shishido's shoulder and nods into his hug* Definitely. *still kind of reluctant to let go even though people are coming closer* Thanks for the chicken.
Shishido: Shut up about the chicken. *leans back and straightens Saeki's collar*
Saeki: I really like chicken. Not as much as marmite, but chicken is wicked.
Shishido: Remind me never to buy you marmite. *slides off his lap and brushes himself off*
Saeki: *throws containers in bin and sidles over and pushes his shoulder against Shishido's* There are special editions now, with flavours. *_*
Shishido: Shut up, I don't care! *leans in to kiss Saeki again but a couple comes and sits down next to them*
Woman: I love this place's chicken!
Man: I love you more.
Woman: It looks so tender!
Man: Not as tender as you.
Woman: And juicy.
Man: Not as...hm...heh.
Shishido: *glances over at them* ...
Saeki: ... *cracks up* *not subtle*
Man: *ignores them and starts making out with Woman*
Shishido: ...lame.
Saeki: *grabs Shishido's wrist and tows him away*
Shishido: *stands up and walks away* Wait, I didn't get my chicken!
Saeki: Your chicken was too tender and juicy to handle.
Shishido: ...I don't want it anymore.
Saeki: I didn't think so. *glances around and pushes Shishido against a tree suddenly and kisses him*
Shishido: *pulls himself away from the tree and up against Saeki, grabbing onto his shirt sleeves*
Saeki: *scrambles for something for balance and falls against tree, kissing Shishido deeper and tangling their legs*
Shishido: *pushes him against the tree and then pulls away, putting his hand up to his mouth* I think my lip is bleeding. *wipes his mouth* Or is it yours?
Saeki: I don't know- Oops. *gets a nut dropped on his head and looks up to see a squirrel cackle at him* ...Home is a good idea.
Shishido: *pulls Saeki away from the tree and kisses him as he walks awkwardly*
Saeki: *loops arm tight around Shishido's waist and walks home with him crazily and collides with a lamp-post on the way*
Shishido: ...I could have told you about that. Heh. *grins at him as he walks up the stairs*
Saeki: *chases him up and pushes him against the door and kisses him again* Shutup-
Shishido: *kisses him from against the door, fumbling for the doorknob before opening it up and backstepping to almost trip over the arm of the couch*
Saeki: *laughs and pushes him over the edge of the couch arm anyway and looks down at him, breathing a bit fast* Your hat still has chalk on it. It should come off. *leans down and plucks it off*
Shishido: *sits up on his knees and takes the hat from him, tossing it across the room* I don't really care.
Saeki: *watches the hat spin away and then grabs Shishido, sinking them both into the couch cushions* *loses all manners and just kisses him giddily*
Shishido: What about the broom closet? *lies back and puts his hands on each side of Saeki's face*
Saeki: *takes a long second to understand that sentence* Right, yeah... Brooms and shoe polish. All they need. *catches Shishido's mouth again*
Shishido: Mmhm--*kisses him back*
Chitose: *walking down the hallway to the living room* *carrying his laptop so that he can continue to mind-boggle at Tezuka* *turns the corner* Normally I wouldn't say anything, but could you guys tone it down? It's grossing Kippei out.
Saeki: *half-falls off the couch*
Chitose: *laughs*
Shishido: *sits up and flails* Go away!
Saeki: *recovers quick* Tachibana's here now? *looks at Shishido*
Shishido: *frowns* LAME.
Chitose: *still laughing* Yeah, Kippei's here. We got in before you did.
Saeki: ... *picks up doctored Magic Eight Ball on the table and throws it to Chitose*
Shishido: ...oh. *stands up quickly*
Chitose: *catches, balancing the laptop in his right hand, because he has skillz* What were you doing with my baby?
Saeki: Calling upon its great wisdom, you should do the same. Right now. *picks up chalk bucket*
Chitose: *takes the Magic Eight Ball very seriously* *shakes it and looks at it*
Shishido: *walks behind him and grabs the door handle* What does it say now?
Magic Eight Ball: Shag.
Chitose: ... *appalled* What the fuck have you done to my baby?
Saeki: *quickly jams bucket over Chitose's head and shoves him in the broom closet Shishido holds open*
Shishido: *slams the door shut* What about Tachibana?
Chitose: *flails and makes a sound something like this* WOAHFWUCKOOOOHSHEETFDSJFHKJSHDF
Saeki: We just need to tell him Chitose needs CPR in a tight space.
Chitose: *banging on door from the other side*
Shishido: *leans against the door* Why are we even doing this?!
Saeki: Revenge and their own good. *goes to Chitose's bedroom and predictably entices Tachibana The Whore (TM) out to the closet and jams him in too, shoving him at Chitose before he can barrel his way out*
Shishido: *helped too!*
Chitose: *falls into a mop bucket*
Shishido: *highfives Saeki* Let's leave them in there forever.
Saeki: Heh. For a good few hours anyway. *glances at Shishido* Where were we?
Shishido: *points to the couch* Over there.
Saeki: I don't want to hear what goes on in that closet. *cracks up and checks the lock on the door again, then turns and drags Shishido to his room*
Shishido: *kicks the door closed behind him and ignores the noises from the closet* >D
From the Closet: *lots of banging and falling over and swearing*
Saeki: *Flashes victory sign at the ceiling*
Shishido: *the black circle closes and the Looney Toons music is cued*
Porky Pig: Th-th-th-that's all folks!