Revolutions [December 3rd] [Tsuna, Gokudera, Uri] [Reborn!]
Title :: Revolutions
Prompt :: December 3rd, “I appeal to your scratches and your tattered fur” [31_days]
Characters :: Tsuna, Gokudera, Uri
Rating :: PG-13 for Gokudera’s constant cussing at his cat
Wordcount :: 470
Summary :: By now, he is absolutely no stranger to bizarre wake-up calls. But this, he has to admit…this is new.
Notes :: I love Uri. So hard. If she actually counted, she would probably be my favourite out of the entire cast, because she tops the hell out of everyone and it is trufax. 8) SOMEDAY, I WILL OWN A CAT EXACTLY LIKE HER, AND SHE WILL TRAUMATISE EVERYONE AROUND ME, AND I WILL NOT CARE. ♥
By now, he is absolutely no stranger to bizarre wake-up calls. (Five year olds in cowsuits trying to set off bombs in his room to further their goal of overtaking the world, best friends setting off bombs in retaliation whilst yelling “YOU IDIOT, I WON’T LET YOU DISTURB THE TENTH’S SLEEP” as if that would somehow help, infant tutors finally just threatening to throw them all out of the window, the smell of poisoned breakfasts wafting upwards from the kitchen…)
But this, he has to admit…this is new.
“Goddamn - fucking - useless drunken furball-”
A series of thuds. A cry.
And then:
“I TOLD YOU YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO FUCKING TRY AND EAT THAT.”
Tsuna sighs. He really does not want to get out of bed yet (the alarm clock in the room flashes its grim proclamation of 12:13), but he knows that tone of Gokudera’s voice all too well, and knows that if he does not do something, he is soon going to be flung forcibly out of bed by bombs.
“Gokudera-kun?” he calls, staggering from beneath the covers and padding towards the door on bare feet. “What’s going-”
And just as he cracks open the door, something small and round and sharp darts in and rolls across his feet.
“Hieee!” Tsuna flails, nearly loses his footing, and regains it just in time to be properly knocked over by the manic fuzzy blur reeking of alcohol and charging in after the first.
“Tenth! I’m sorry - the damn thing won’t stay put or listen to me or - I SAID LEAVE IT ALONE, YOU FURRY LITTLE FUCKWIT.”
“Gokudera-kun.” Tsuna rubs a hand over his eyes, not bothering to lift himself up off the floor (he’ll only fall back down again), and heaves another sigh. “If Uri is so out of control tonight, you can always just put her back in her box and save yourself the trouble.”
“I did try doing that, and-”
“And she started pouting up at you again, didn’t she?”
There is no answer save a very long and rather creative string of profanities, but it’s more than confirmation enough, and Tsuna moves on.
“What is she even doing, Gokudera-kun? It looked like she was chasing something.”
Gokudera shifts his weight from one bare foot to the other. “Well, er…it seems that Hibari left his hedgehogs out tonight to patrol or something, and…ah…”
“Your cat is trying to eat a hedgehog?”
“AND YOU SEE WHY I’VE BEEN CALLING HER STUPID.”
Tsuna can’t help it. Really, he knows this isn’t the time - they need all the rest they can get right now, and if Hibari finds out they’ll just be presented with the chance to rest forever - but right then none of that seems to matter.
He buries his face in his hands and begins to laugh.
Prompt :: December 3rd, “I appeal to your scratches and your tattered fur” [31_days]
Characters :: Tsuna, Gokudera, Uri
Rating :: PG-13 for Gokudera’s constant cussing at his cat
Wordcount :: 470
Summary :: By now, he is absolutely no stranger to bizarre wake-up calls. But this, he has to admit…this is new.
Notes :: I love Uri. So hard. If she actually counted, she would probably be my favourite out of the entire cast, because she tops the hell out of everyone and it is trufax. 8) SOMEDAY, I WILL OWN A CAT EXACTLY LIKE HER, AND SHE WILL TRAUMATISE EVERYONE AROUND ME, AND I WILL NOT CARE. ♥
By now, he is absolutely no stranger to bizarre wake-up calls. (Five year olds in cowsuits trying to set off bombs in his room to further their goal of overtaking the world, best friends setting off bombs in retaliation whilst yelling “YOU IDIOT, I WON’T LET YOU DISTURB THE TENTH’S SLEEP” as if that would somehow help, infant tutors finally just threatening to throw them all out of the window, the smell of poisoned breakfasts wafting upwards from the kitchen…)
But this, he has to admit…this is new.
“Goddamn - fucking - useless drunken furball-”
A series of thuds. A cry.
And then:
“I TOLD YOU YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO FUCKING TRY AND EAT THAT.”
Tsuna sighs. He really does not want to get out of bed yet (the alarm clock in the room flashes its grim proclamation of 12:13), but he knows that tone of Gokudera’s voice all too well, and knows that if he does not do something, he is soon going to be flung forcibly out of bed by bombs.
“Gokudera-kun?” he calls, staggering from beneath the covers and padding towards the door on bare feet. “What’s going-”
And just as he cracks open the door, something small and round and sharp darts in and rolls across his feet.
“Hieee!” Tsuna flails, nearly loses his footing, and regains it just in time to be properly knocked over by the manic fuzzy blur reeking of alcohol and charging in after the first.
“Tenth! I’m sorry - the damn thing won’t stay put or listen to me or - I SAID LEAVE IT ALONE, YOU FURRY LITTLE FUCKWIT.”
“Gokudera-kun.” Tsuna rubs a hand over his eyes, not bothering to lift himself up off the floor (he’ll only fall back down again), and heaves another sigh. “If Uri is so out of control tonight, you can always just put her back in her box and save yourself the trouble.”
“I did try doing that, and-”
“And she started pouting up at you again, didn’t she?”
There is no answer save a very long and rather creative string of profanities, but it’s more than confirmation enough, and Tsuna moves on.
“What is she even doing, Gokudera-kun? It looked like she was chasing something.”
Gokudera shifts his weight from one bare foot to the other. “Well, er…it seems that Hibari left his hedgehogs out tonight to patrol or something, and…ah…”
“Your cat is trying to eat a hedgehog?”
“AND YOU SEE WHY I’VE BEEN CALLING HER STUPID.”
Tsuna can’t help it. Really, he knows this isn’t the time - they need all the rest they can get right now, and if Hibari finds out they’ll just be presented with the chance to rest forever - but right then none of that seems to matter.
He buries his face in his hands and begins to laugh.