Log: The removal of a fugly mustache and talks of brownies
Yukimura adjusted the position of a pot on his dresser and stepped back, stroking his mustache as he examined the arrangement of plants on every possible surface on his side of the room. It didn't seem quite right... Moving a gardenia down to the floor, he adjusted one of the pines to make room for it somewhere else. That was a little better, although perhaps putting some in the window might work better? Shaking his head, he pulled gently at his mustache, trying to think of a way to fix it so that he could at least have a rotation of plants in and out of the sun. Smiling slightly, he decided that maybe he should take a break for a bit and get back to it later. Maybe moving the last of his things into his new room would help him see from a different perspective. Opening the door of his room, he headed down the hallway to his old room, a slight bounce in his step.
Marui moved down the hall in a mess of grubby clothes and face. The place was almost deserted at this hour, which reminded him he needed to make sure to show up at class soon. It wouldn't be any good if he got kicked out for slacking in his classes. Turning a corner, Marui caught sight of Yukimura and almost waved. The mustache stopped him in his tracks though and he skidded to a stop and stared. What the fuck was that. Marui eyed his former teammate warily, wondering when he'd done the jump from eccentric to old and how late it was to bring him back. Taking a breath, Marui started walking forward again. Yukimura was a friend. Marui couldn't let him walk around with that on his upper lip. It went against every rule of friendship imaginable. Grimacing inwardly, Marui waved. "Seiichi," he piped up, beaming beatifically. "Want to go grab a shower with me? I need company."
"Of course," Yukimura agreed, just then noticing that somehow he'd become pretty dirty while he moved around his plants. A shower sounded like a good idea. "I'll get a towel for myself quickly," he said, heading back into his room to grab his shower things and re emerging to follow Bunta, "You were out running?" he asked conversationally, following the redheaded boy towards the showers.
God, that mustache was fugly. What the hell had Yukimura been thinking? Marui shook the thought out of his head, blowing a bubble before answering. Pop. "Yeah. I thought I'd get an extra lap around the grounds today too, so I kinda missed going to class." He shrugged. It wasn't like Yukimura was in class either. Marui wasn't carrying anything. He'd pretty much left most of his shower things in there this morning (laziness) and there wasn't anyone around to see if he streaked it back to his room. The detour felt like too much of a pain and it really hurt to think of the mustache sitting on his friend's face for any longer. First things first. "What were you doing? Planting?" he threw a questioning glance to Yukimura's dirt stained clothes, reaching across to take his free hand. "C'mon, let's run over to the showers."
"I was moving things around," Yukimura answered, holding Marui's hand and easily keeping pace with him, "I suppose I didn't notice how dirty I'd gotten." He didn't really mind that Bunta wasn't in class, so long as he kept his grades up and could play tennis, then it didn't really matter. Besides, since he hadn't been in class either, it would be silly to tell his friend that he should be there.
That did sound kind of like Yukimura, Marui decided. He paused as soon as they were at the door of the shower room, letting go of the other boy's hand to open the door and slip inside. A quick glance showed his things still stowed away near the shower he'd used earlier. Good. He had a razor there too, which he probably shouldn't have left out in the open, but he doubted Niou had gone back around to collect all the shaving stuff again. "Are you still moving?" he asked while shedding his clothes. They were toed aside, close to the door. He'd pick them up later. "Maybe we can go make brownies like you were saying after we shower."
"That sounds like a good idea," Yukimura agreed, wondering if his friend was planning anything. Ah well, he'd find out whatever it was sooner or later. Removing his own shoes, he began stripping, pulling his shirt off as he set his bag on the floor for a moment, "No, I'm not really moving anymore. I think there might be a few things left in my old room, but I'm not mostly arranging my things," he answered, stroking his mustache in amusement, noticing Marui's glances at it. He assumed that the other boy didn't like it. Ah well, it was amusing, for him at least.
It was all kinds of wrong to see Yukimura playing with the mustache as if it belonged. Marui's nose wrinkled in distaste, kinda like a bunny rabbit's, and he stepped toward his shower quickly. Turning the water on, he knelt down to sort through his things. "Hey come here a moment." Marui tilted his head, motioning for Yukimura to come by him, to where the water was falling. There. He found the razor but didn't pull it out of its place, waiting for the other boy to come over first.
Yukimura raised an eyebrow slightly, but walked over to his friend, "What for?" he asked when he was standing in front of Marui, getting wet in the spray of water from the shower. The water was just the right temperature and he smiled slightly, waiting for Marui to do whatever he'd wanted to do.
Reaching up, Marui pulled Yukimura down to his level. He crawled closer, pulling his basket of shower stuff with him along the wet ground. "It's a surprise," Marui told him importantly, edging to sit on the other boy's lap. "You have to close your eyes for it." Raising his hand he ran the fingertips over Yukimura's eyes to get them to shut. He pecked the other boy's cheek while he was at it, tasting the moisture from the water spray on Yukimura's skin. "Can't open your eyes or move ‘til I say, ok?"
"Alright," Yukimura said, leaning down and closing his eyes for Marui. He was beginning to feel a bit suspicious, but whatever it was the other boy wanted, it couldn't be that bad... Although, closing his eyes and not moving was a strange request...
Score, ok. He didn't have much time, Marui figured, before Yukimura figured out what he was doing and stopped him. Leaning back, he grabbed the bottle of shaving cream and sprayed it into his palm. It came out looking almost eatable and he started to spread it all over the other boy's face. It was better not to just limit to the mustache, he decided, figuring Yukimura was already starting to guess and if he put stuff only on the ‘stache, then Marui wasn't going to get a chance to even lift the razor. The bottle clattered back to the ground and Marui grabbed picked up the razor, humming reassuringly at the former buchou before beginning to decimate the offending piece of lip hair.
Yukimura realized what Marui was doing about when he began spreading shaving cream all over his face and opened his eyes, sighing when he noticed that he'd been right and Marui was shaving off his mustache. Ah well, it had been amusing while it lasted, and he had a few pictures of it, so it wasn't so bad. He'd been planning to shave it off eventually (maybe). Staying still so he wouldn't get cute while he waited for Marui to finish, he pulled away once the last of the hair on his upper lip was gone and Marui had removed the razor from near his skin. "Was that really necessary Bunta?" he asked, looking slightly reproachful.
"Yep," Marui answered, nodding assuredly before tossing the razor back with his things. "It looked awful. I don't know how nobody tried to make you cut it off before now." Most likely, Marui figured, Yukimura had been with his plants all day and no one had seen him. Throwing his arms around the other boy's neck, Marui gave him a hug. The over enthusiastic, too close, with wet skin slapping against wet skin kind. "Don't get mad. If I ever decide to grow something stupid like that, you can totally shave it off me too." Pulling back, Marui winked and then got off the other boy. He was cold and still dirty. Picking up his foamy body wash that smelled like brandy, Marui sprayed Yukimura with it. "Or you can get me back by wiping me out in a game later." Yukimura liked doing that.
"I suppose," Yukimura said, touching his hairless upper lip and smiling, ruffling Marui's hair, "If you win at least one set we'll see," he told the other boy, letting the shower spray wash the body wash off slowly. The mustache had been fun, but he supposed he felt much more normal without it. After all, he normally didn't even need to shave his face, since normally he didn't grow facial hair. He'd have to thank Niou later for the interesting experience.
Marui grimaced and then shrugged. "Ok." He could try to, at least, he figured. The training they'd done for the recent tournament had reupped his skills again though, so it was more probable than the last time he'd played Yukimura. Spraying himself with the body wash (god, he needed to stop getting this girly things from home but they were just so much more fun) he soaped up quickly and then nudged Yukimura out of his water space. "This one was mine," he complained.
Yukimura smirked slightly, wrapping an arm around Marui's shoulder gently, "We can share, nee Bunta? Especially since you dragged me in here in the first place..."
The other boy was decidedly evil. Marui couldn't get clean if he couldn't move his arms and it wasn't like he would shove Yukimura away...Marui's bottom lip jutted out and he covered the brief gesture with a grin as he leaned in and kissed Yukimura lightly. "Sharing with me isn't very smart," Marui informed him, shivering as the water ran down his spine. "And you said you needed a shower too." He rested his hands lightly on the other's hips. "I was doing you a favor by making you come with me."
"But you also shaved off my beloved mustache," Yukimura said dramatically, faking a pout and putting his arms around the back of Marui's neck, "And sharing with you might be interesting," he continued, pouting more and leaning down to press a kiss to Marui's cheek.
"It was an ugly mustache," Marui pointed out, returning the kiss quickly, though he pressed his mouth to Yukimura's instead of the boy's cheek. Their closeness was doing things to him, messing with his brain, and Marui edged closer, pressing himself against Yukimura's thigh in a half hug. "You didn't want to keep it, really. I'd let you shave something off me too, if it's below my neck." He grinned, his hips twisting meaningfully. "I wanted to ask Tezuka to shave me once but he's not into that kind of thing."
"Hmm," Yukimura thought about it for a moment, playing with Marui's hair, "I think Yagyuu would be jealous if I did that," he answered, leaning forward to kiss Marui before pulling away, smiling calmly. It might have been interesting to agree to do, but he doubted Yagyuu would be happy about it if he found out and besides, it was more interesting to play with Bunta.
"Well," Marui started, reaching to take Yukimura's hand. He brought it to his mouth, nipping at one of the fingers. "I think you should let Yagyuu be jealous over you for a chance," he said, grinning easily. "But if you don't want to, then maybe you can help me wash my hair." Marui stepped back, feeling the brunt of the water's fall against his head before ducking past it and toward where his stuff was thrown. He picked up the shampoo and squirted some into his palm. He might as well get clean and if Yukimura wanted to play with his hair, he might as well do it while it was all soapy.
"That sounds fun," Yukimura agreed, smiling and waiting for Marui to put the shampoo in his hair before stepping forward, stepping forward to gently run a hand through Marui's hair, rubbing the shampoo in lightly, "It smells nice," he commented, smiling calmly. Girly maybe, but nice smelling all the same.
"It's coconut," Marui told him, leaning in toward the touch. He waited a moment before moving back toward the water, expecting Yukimura to follow. The water drummed against his chest, and Marui made a mewing sound at the other boy to have him go back to rubbing the shampoo into his hair. "Are we making brownies after this?"
Yukimura grinned slightly at the sound, moving under the spray as well to rub in the shampoo a bit more, "If you'd like," he answered, massaging at the nape of the other boy's neck, "Is it a new one? Your last one was strawberry or something, wasn't it?"
"I don't remember," Marui admitted, feeling like a cat being petted as his scalp was massaged. "But yeah, this one's new. Mom sent it to me this week. I like the smell of it alot." Shifting a bit, Marui added, "We should make the brownies though. I don't think I'm going to trust anything anyone gives me for a while. Waking up with the whole long hair and facial hair thing was weird. I took some stuff to purge my system of it and that kind of sucked too."
"I suppose it would," Yukimura agreed, finishing off and running his fingers through Marui's wet hair to let the bubbles wash out, "What kind of brownies do you think we should make?" he asked, smiling as he moved Marui out of the direct spray of the shower for a moment.
"Just plain ones," he said eagerly, shaking his head rapidly to send the water flying. "I'm in the mood to have brownies by themselves, without all the extra stuff." His hand ran lightly down Yukimura's arm. "Are you still going to shower?" he asked, feeling mostly done in there and hungry.
"No, I think all the dirt was on my clothes," Yukimura answered, reaching up to wring the water out of his hair and stepping out of the shower to grab his towel from in his shower bag, smiling as he dried the rest of himself off.
Marui scraped the water off with his hands, stepping out of the shower as well. His stuff stayed scattered there, something to pick up before going to bed later tonight. One of these days he was going to regret leaving things out but he had extras of everything so it wouldn't be too bad unless someone switched what was inside....Moving to where he'd dumped his clothes earlier, Marui picked up the dirty heap and held it gingerly away from his drippy body. "I'm going to go grab some clothes. I'll meet you in the kitchen?"
"See you there," Yukimura agreed, beginning to towel his hair dryer than it had been. That certainly had been fun, although now his mustache was gone...
Pushing the door open with his shoulder, Marui nodded at Yukimura and stepped out into the hall. It was going to be a long, slippery run to his room but he still had time before classes ended....