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fic: Motion (Wild Adapter, Kubota/Tokitoh, PG)
Title: Motion
Author: misura
Rating: PG for domesticity
Warnings: None.
Summary: The virtues and vices of patience or the lack thereof.
A/N: A drabble.
Where Tokitoh's patience seemed limitless, at times (like a cat sitting near a hole in the wall, knowing that sooner or later, the mice would come out), Kubota's patience seemed practically non-existent; when he saw something he wanted, or heard of something he wanted, he went and got it, as simple as that (it helped, of course, that Kubota tended to want simple things; a new kind of icecream, a console-game, a roll of cookies Tokitoh had liked the commercial on TV for - as long as he had the money to pay for them, getting these things was never much of a problem).
Thus, in a sense, they were much alike, the difference between infinity and nothingness being so near to impossible to measure that it might as well not have been there at all - neither of them feeling the urge to rush things, or even the temptation to do so, they both moved in their own time and shared space, settling into familiar patterns and breaking them again just as easily as they'd been established.
(During the long hours of the night, faces illuminated by the TV-screen as neither felt like getting up and turning the light-switch, they played games on the old Playstation Kubota had bought - Kubota would make a show of how little effort he put into the game, while Tokitoh, losing, cursed and yelled at Kubota to stop treating this like a joke already.)
Author: misura
Rating: PG for domesticity
Warnings: None.
Summary: The virtues and vices of patience or the lack thereof.
A/N: A drabble.
Where Tokitoh's patience seemed limitless, at times (like a cat sitting near a hole in the wall, knowing that sooner or later, the mice would come out), Kubota's patience seemed practically non-existent; when he saw something he wanted, or heard of something he wanted, he went and got it, as simple as that (it helped, of course, that Kubota tended to want simple things; a new kind of icecream, a console-game, a roll of cookies Tokitoh had liked the commercial on TV for - as long as he had the money to pay for them, getting these things was never much of a problem).
Thus, in a sense, they were much alike, the difference between infinity and nothingness being so near to impossible to measure that it might as well not have been there at all - neither of them feeling the urge to rush things, or even the temptation to do so, they both moved in their own time and shared space, settling into familiar patterns and breaking them again just as easily as they'd been established.
(During the long hours of the night, faces illuminated by the TV-screen as neither felt like getting up and turning the light-switch, they played games on the old Playstation Kubota had bought - Kubota would make a show of how little effort he put into the game, while Tokitoh, losing, cursed and yelled at Kubota to stop treating this like a joke already.)