Mostly this is because I love puns.
Title: Sleep Debt
Pairing: Jyabura/Kaku, Lucci/Kalifa
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 727
Summary: Giraffes only need about an hour of sleep per night, and wolves aren't very chipper in the morning.
A/N: This is for sans_pertinence, because shippers of a feather have to stick together, and I owe her one. Or twelve.
Kaku will admit to being a little embarrassed, but only to himself.
“He won’t get out of bed? Our ship leaves in less than an hour and he won’t get out of bed?”
“Specifically, he won’t wake up,” Kaku clarifies, and tugs the pair of pants he didn’t realize weren’t his until after he opened the door higher up onto his hips, because when Kalifa hammers on your door and tells you to get up and answer it, finding a belt is not high on your list of priorities. “He was asleep when I went to the shower, and when I got back he was still asleep, and, well--”
“Kick him!” Kalifa snaps, curling her well-manicured hands into fists and raising them to her sides in such a manner that Kaku worries briefly that she is considering shoving them through his torso. “Less than an hour, Kaku. Kick him!”
Kaku opens his mouth again, but now Lucci is crowding the doorway Kaku is trying to block, hand resting on the small of Kalifa’s back as he glares only slightly more accusatorily than might be considered necessary. “Wake him up,” he instructs, flat and significantly less panicked.
There is a guilty moment, and Kaku fidgets in the doorway. “I feel like that might not be the wisest course of action on my part,” he says quietly, and finds them both staring at him, Kalifa with incredulity and Lucci with what might be a hint of scorn. “It’s my fault,” he goes on to explain, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.
“What?” Kalifa says, weary now rather than furious. She’s having the worst time of it, Kaku knows; she’s been the one to arrange everything, to organize everything, to keep everything from messily and spectacularly falling apart, as things around them are wont to do. And Kaku feels guilty, because it seems that several things today are his fault.
“He had…we had…it was a long night,” Kaku explains, looking between the two of them and finally settling his gaze on the bare wall forty feet behind their heads-- but by now Blueno is occupying that space, glancing at the doorway with faint curiosity and holding the morning’s last cup of coffee. Kaku sighs. “It seems that a side effect of my Devil Fruit ability is a decreased need for sleep,” he elucidates, rubbing a hand over his forehead. “I failed to take into account that not everyone can get by on two hours of rest per night. My fault,” he amends, and jerks a thumb back into the room.
“His fault,” Lucci says plainly. “I should say he’s more responsible for maintaining his own sleep schedule than you are.” It doesn’t sound to Kaku like this means he is absolved of blame, but Lucci is leading a stressed and muttering Kalifa away from the door by her shoulder and repeating “Wake him up,” over his own, and Kaku can only sigh again.
“Kick him,” Kalifa adds, again, helpfully, as she is ushered away, and Kaku nods feebly and retreats back into the room.
“You’re going to have to sleep on the boat,” he announces to the great lump of blanket-obscured fur on his mattress. “We’re leaving in less than an hour and I have no doubt that Kalifa will happily leave you behind if you aren’t there in time.”
The lump doesn’t stir. Kaku sighs, scrubs his fingers through his hair, and takes Kalifa’s advice.
“Ow! Fuck!”
“Well, that’s what happens,” says Kaku, falling short of sympathy.
The wolf in Kaku’s bed lifts his head, snarls, and drops to the floor, padding sulkily in the direction of the bathroom. “You’re wearing my pants,” he snaps on the way, more accusation crammed into that statement than Kaku would have believed possible.
“Well,” Kaku says, and follows him to the doorway, leaning out into the living room to watch the furry shape retreat, “I think putting up with your unbearable combination of dog breath and morning breath entitles me to appropriate your clothing whenever I deem necessary!”
The bathroom door slams shut on those last two words, and Kaku huffs in annoyance and only then notices Blueno leaning against the back wall with his coffee cup and his expression of sullen disinterest. He’s staring, and Kaku will admit to being a little embarrassed, but only to himself.
Pairing: Jyabura/Kaku, Lucci/Kalifa
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 727
Summary: Giraffes only need about an hour of sleep per night, and wolves aren't very chipper in the morning.
A/N: This is for sans_pertinence, because shippers of a feather have to stick together, and I owe her one. Or twelve.
Kaku will admit to being a little embarrassed, but only to himself.
“He won’t get out of bed? Our ship leaves in less than an hour and he won’t get out of bed?”
“Specifically, he won’t wake up,” Kaku clarifies, and tugs the pair of pants he didn’t realize weren’t his until after he opened the door higher up onto his hips, because when Kalifa hammers on your door and tells you to get up and answer it, finding a belt is not high on your list of priorities. “He was asleep when I went to the shower, and when I got back he was still asleep, and, well--”
“Kick him!” Kalifa snaps, curling her well-manicured hands into fists and raising them to her sides in such a manner that Kaku worries briefly that she is considering shoving them through his torso. “Less than an hour, Kaku. Kick him!”
Kaku opens his mouth again, but now Lucci is crowding the doorway Kaku is trying to block, hand resting on the small of Kalifa’s back as he glares only slightly more accusatorily than might be considered necessary. “Wake him up,” he instructs, flat and significantly less panicked.
There is a guilty moment, and Kaku fidgets in the doorway. “I feel like that might not be the wisest course of action on my part,” he says quietly, and finds them both staring at him, Kalifa with incredulity and Lucci with what might be a hint of scorn. “It’s my fault,” he goes on to explain, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.
“What?” Kalifa says, weary now rather than furious. She’s having the worst time of it, Kaku knows; she’s been the one to arrange everything, to organize everything, to keep everything from messily and spectacularly falling apart, as things around them are wont to do. And Kaku feels guilty, because it seems that several things today are his fault.
“He had…we had…it was a long night,” Kaku explains, looking between the two of them and finally settling his gaze on the bare wall forty feet behind their heads-- but by now Blueno is occupying that space, glancing at the doorway with faint curiosity and holding the morning’s last cup of coffee. Kaku sighs. “It seems that a side effect of my Devil Fruit ability is a decreased need for sleep,” he elucidates, rubbing a hand over his forehead. “I failed to take into account that not everyone can get by on two hours of rest per night. My fault,” he amends, and jerks a thumb back into the room.
“His fault,” Lucci says plainly. “I should say he’s more responsible for maintaining his own sleep schedule than you are.” It doesn’t sound to Kaku like this means he is absolved of blame, but Lucci is leading a stressed and muttering Kalifa away from the door by her shoulder and repeating “Wake him up,” over his own, and Kaku can only sigh again.
“Kick him,” Kalifa adds, again, helpfully, as she is ushered away, and Kaku nods feebly and retreats back into the room.
“You’re going to have to sleep on the boat,” he announces to the great lump of blanket-obscured fur on his mattress. “We’re leaving in less than an hour and I have no doubt that Kalifa will happily leave you behind if you aren’t there in time.”
The lump doesn’t stir. Kaku sighs, scrubs his fingers through his hair, and takes Kalifa’s advice.
“Ow! Fuck!”
“Well, that’s what happens,” says Kaku, falling short of sympathy.
The wolf in Kaku’s bed lifts his head, snarls, and drops to the floor, padding sulkily in the direction of the bathroom. “You’re wearing my pants,” he snaps on the way, more accusation crammed into that statement than Kaku would have believed possible.
“Well,” Kaku says, and follows him to the doorway, leaning out into the living room to watch the furry shape retreat, “I think putting up with your unbearable combination of dog breath and morning breath entitles me to appropriate your clothing whenever I deem necessary!”
The bathroom door slams shut on those last two words, and Kaku huffs in annoyance and only then notices Blueno leaning against the back wall with his coffee cup and his expression of sullen disinterest. He’s staring, and Kaku will admit to being a little embarrassed, but only to himself.