fic: Viewfinder fluff for Clueless_psycho
Viewfinder = Asami/Akihito for clueless_psycho
It’s the end of the world as we know it - And I feel …
Notes: British housing, ie ground floor, first floor, not American first floor second floor.
Asami looked up from his newspaper as the buzzer went, he looked at the clock, wondering who would possibly come here at half three in the morning, he had only just gotten in from work and had settled down to unwind before going to bed. He hadn’t even poured himself a drink. He went to the buzzer to see who it was, suspecting it might be his downstairs neighbours impetuous and noisy pink haired boyfriend who had pushed the wrong button again, and he had no immediate desire to receive an earful on behalf of the rather cold Yuki, or as the boyfriend mangled it “yuuuuuukiiiiiiiiiiii”
“Hello,” he said pushing the button, leaning over it on one arm prepared to tell the pink haired creature exactly what he thought of him and his beloved Yuki, using words of mostly one syllable.
“Asami,” the voice said, “I haf to tell you sumfin.”
Asami blinked in shock, it sounded like, no it couldn’t be, but it sounded like Akihito, and it also sounded like he was very drunk. He buzzed him in.
Akihito did not climb the stairs as much as fall face first up them and crawl like a caterpillar. When he finally did reach the apartment, which was only on the first floor he had taken on a rather disturbing shade of grey green not normally seen outside certain snack meats. Asami slipped one arm under his armpit and guided him to the bathroom where he proceeded to divest himself of most of the alcohol he had consumed at some length.
When he came into the kitchen he looked slightly more sober, considerably less grey and looked at the bagel Asami had made for him, and returned to the bathroom. He sipped a glass of water and then parted company with that too.
Asami rolled his eyes as he got a vitamin tablet from the bathroom cabinet and handed it to the boy in the hope he could keep that down.
When he had decided that Akihito and his stomach had made overtures towards amends, if tentative ones, he stood him up. “Not wan’oo,” Akihito said as he went to pull his sweater over his head.
“Not going to.” Asami told him bluntly, “putting you to bed before you fall down.”
“Oh,” Akihito said and let himself be undressed and guided to the bed. “Wanna tell you sumfin,” he said, Asami lifted his legs up unto the sheet and then tucked the quilt tight about his chest. “’S the end of the world as we know it.” Akihito said waggling a finger at him, “and I feel.”
“Yes,” Asami said as he came back with another glass of water for his uninvited guest.
Akihito answered him with a snore.
Asami sighed and decided he’d find out in the morning when Akihito had ranted long enough about having been kidnapped and drugged and all the other things he normally accused him of. He took the spare quilt from the futon closet, after all, if he had have gotten into bed with Akihito the chances were he was going to be sick on him.
It was much better to sleep on the couch.
It’s the end of the world as we know it - And I feel …
Notes: British housing, ie ground floor, first floor, not American first floor second floor.
Asami looked up from his newspaper as the buzzer went, he looked at the clock, wondering who would possibly come here at half three in the morning, he had only just gotten in from work and had settled down to unwind before going to bed. He hadn’t even poured himself a drink. He went to the buzzer to see who it was, suspecting it might be his downstairs neighbours impetuous and noisy pink haired boyfriend who had pushed the wrong button again, and he had no immediate desire to receive an earful on behalf of the rather cold Yuki, or as the boyfriend mangled it “yuuuuuukiiiiiiiiiiii”
“Hello,” he said pushing the button, leaning over it on one arm prepared to tell the pink haired creature exactly what he thought of him and his beloved Yuki, using words of mostly one syllable.
“Asami,” the voice said, “I haf to tell you sumfin.”
Asami blinked in shock, it sounded like, no it couldn’t be, but it sounded like Akihito, and it also sounded like he was very drunk. He buzzed him in.
Akihito did not climb the stairs as much as fall face first up them and crawl like a caterpillar. When he finally did reach the apartment, which was only on the first floor he had taken on a rather disturbing shade of grey green not normally seen outside certain snack meats. Asami slipped one arm under his armpit and guided him to the bathroom where he proceeded to divest himself of most of the alcohol he had consumed at some length.
When he came into the kitchen he looked slightly more sober, considerably less grey and looked at the bagel Asami had made for him, and returned to the bathroom. He sipped a glass of water and then parted company with that too.
Asami rolled his eyes as he got a vitamin tablet from the bathroom cabinet and handed it to the boy in the hope he could keep that down.
When he had decided that Akihito and his stomach had made overtures towards amends, if tentative ones, he stood him up. “Not wan’oo,” Akihito said as he went to pull his sweater over his head.
“Not going to.” Asami told him bluntly, “putting you to bed before you fall down.”
“Oh,” Akihito said and let himself be undressed and guided to the bed. “Wanna tell you sumfin,” he said, Asami lifted his legs up unto the sheet and then tucked the quilt tight about his chest. “’S the end of the world as we know it.” Akihito said waggling a finger at him, “and I feel.”
“Yes,” Asami said as he came back with another glass of water for his uninvited guest.
Akihito answered him with a snore.
Asami sighed and decided he’d find out in the morning when Akihito had ranted long enough about having been kidnapped and drugged and all the other things he normally accused him of. He took the spare quilt from the futon closet, after all, if he had have gotten into bed with Akihito the chances were he was going to be sick on him.
It was much better to sleep on the couch.