RP Log

[momowantburger]

Who: Momoshiro Takeshi and Hiyoshi Wakashi
What: Talk of leashes, horror movies and bondage.
Rating: PG
Where: Hiyoshi's room

The comment reply saying that the door was open was the only invitation Momoshiro needed to barge into Hiyoshi's room. "Yo," he waved, making the extra effort to stand tall. The fact that the Hyoutei player was taller than him still surprised him.

Hiyoshi shook his head at the other boy's last comment and turned towards the door when it was opened. "Hi." He ignored the other in favor of looking around for where he'd set the rope.he'd found.

Momoshiro blinked as Hiyoshi abruptly turned away from him. "Eh...What are you doing?" he inquired curiously, pretty much entirely forgetting the reason he came here. Finally, Momoshiro had recovered his key from his room, and had access there; not that Hiyoshi's floor had been that uncomfortable.

"There you are.." He muttered to himself as he grabbed the rope. Hiyoshi turned back to Momo a moment later holding up the object for the other to see. "I was looking for this."

"Oh yeah," he recollected, grinning sheepishly. "Is that my new leash?" Momoshiro fought the urge to laugh. This would be amusing; the fact that Hiyoshi wanted to put a leash on him entertained him to no end.

"It will be..." Hiyoshi answered as he walked up to Momo. Hopefully, the other male would cooperate.

Momoshiro pondered whether he should cooperate, or duck the Hyoutei player's efforts. Putting his hands up in surrender, he backed up, but not out of the room; rather he backed into the room, but away from Hiyoshi. He didn't want to get away, just have fun for a little bit. "But I thought I was being a good alien?" he asked.

"I thought I said somewhat..." Hiyoshi continued to walk towards him with the rope. "You haven't been that good."

"What are you gonna do once I'm on the leash?" Momoshiro asked, once he had his back nearly to the wall. "I'm a curious alien species, being well behaved all the time isn't so easy," he pouted. "I easily deviate from the original plan...like where tie dye is involved."

Hiyoshi stopped to think for a moment. That was a good question. What was he going to do once he'd leashed the other? "I'm going to keep an eye on you." He answered finally.

"Keep an eye on me?" Momoshiro laughed. "What do you think I'd do without your supervision?" he inquired, standing still to be leashed. He didn't particularly mind, so he figured he'd just let Hiyoshi have his way. Besides, Momoshiro was curious as to what might follow this interesting series of events.

"Forget to eat...forget your key...tie dye more random things..." Hiyoshi said as he looped the rope around Momo being careful not to tie it too tight. "There's probably more, you just haven't done them yet..."

"I wasn't tie dying random things," Momoshiro protested as Hiyoshi wound the rope around him, "Just my clothes...and my sheets." He no longer owned anything white. "And I did eat...I came to your room from the cafeteria....so you're trying to prevent me being whimsical?"

"You should eat everyday...not just after you haven't eaten in however long." he knotted the rope and gave a light tug. "And you can still be whimsical or whatever..."

"I normally do, I promise," he said sheepishly, "I just...forgot." Momoshiro walked forward in the direction of the rope's tug; it was loose enough that he wouldn't choke, but he moved all the same. "So I can follow my whim wherever it goes?" he asked.

"I still don't see how anyone could forget to eat." Hiyoshi let go of the rope. "As long as your whim doesn't cause any trouble."He crossed his arms and stared at Momo for a moment. "I am taller than you. Not by a lot but still..."

"I was otherwise absorbed," he countered. His whims weren't always troublesome: occasionally they were downright helpful. Like when he had the most random urges to clean his room. "Taller doesn't necessarily mean stronger ya know," he crossed his arms right back.

Hiyoshi shrugged. "I never said I was stronger. There's just a possibility."

"The possiblity that you're stronger?" he questioned Hiyoshi's vague language as he slumped on the floor. Momoshiro didn't quite feel like standing around all day, so he lay down on the floor of the Hyoutei player's dorm room.

"Though, I think I am stronger." Hiyoshi commented and moved to sit next to Momo.

"Oi," Momoshiro complained, pulling a face at Hiyoshi, "You can't just say something like that without proof. I beat you at tennis too," he pointed out.

Hiyoshi rolled his eyes. "Beating me at one game of tennis means nothing." He leaned back. "I'm still wondering how you won that....and without shoes..."

"I don't need shoes to be awesome at tennis!" Momoshiro declared, putting his hands behind his head as a cushion. The rope around his neck didn't bother him at all; if he really wanted to remove it, likely that he could. "And it totally counts for something," he pointed out, poking the teen lying beside him in the side.

"No they don't." Hiyoshi swatted at the other's hand. "Stop that."

"But you said I could be whimsical," he snickered, "So I'm whimsicaling." Momoshiro prodded him again.

Hiyoshi scooted a few inches away. "That's not whimsical...that's annoying..." He frowned slightly.

"I'm poking you on whim, hence, it's whimsical," he laughed. "Don't be so serious. Follow a whim every so often," it was fun to do whatever popped in his head.

Hiyoshi prodded Momo on the nose. "I like being serious...There's nothing wrong with it..." Someone had to be serious.

Momoshiro's nose wrinkled upon contact while his goofy grin widened; Hiyoshi was loosening up. "Not really, but there is nothing wrong with having fun either," he quipped.

Hiyoshi prodded Momo on the nose. "I like being serious...There's nothing wrong with it..." Someone had to be serious.

Momoshiro's nose wrinkled upon contact while his goofy grin widened; Hiyoshi was loosening up. "Not really, but there is nothing wrong with having fun either," he quipped.

"I do have some fun..." Aliens were fun. and well looking for them was fun. He didn't know about aliens themselves. "Others might not consider some things I do to be fun but, I like what I do."

"Well, tell me what you like to do for fun then?" Momoshiro asked, genuinely interested, "I might even think some of it is fun too."

"Well, there's looking out for aliens which is starting to not be fun anymore because everytime i go look I get ambush by either Niou-sempai, Yukimura-senpai, or Marui-senpai..." Hiyoshi started to explain. To be honest, the three had pretty much ruined aliens for him. "And then there's reading and watching horror and mystery novels and movies."

"That sucks....though didn't you just catch an alien?" Momoshiro asked, eying the rope attached to his neck. After all, I am out of this world. "Horror stuff is scary," he remarked, shuddering. He wasn't ashamed; he couldn't watch anything horror and function the next day. "I get too creeped out to watch it," he admitted.

"You know you don't have to keep that on right now..." He pointed to the rope. "And how is horror scary?" Hiyoshi asked. "It's not like it's real..."

"I can't be bothered to remove it," Momoshiro claimed lazily. It was true; it wasn't bothering him or anything. "Anything can happen, you know," he didn't really want to admit that they scared the shit out of him.

"I guess anything can happen." Hiyoshi mused. " But I highly doubt anything to the extent that they happen in those movies. Most of them aren't even really scary anyway..." He could think of a lot of movies that were just plain blood and gore. Nope not scary at all.

"...All the same," Momoshiro protested. "I can't sleep for a week after I watch a movie like that," he made the mistake of watching 'The Grudge' and accidentally flipped out on a little boy who resembled the attacker in the movie the next day. He had screamed and climbed a tree. "No...no horror movies for Momo-chan."

"Okay okay... You're scared of the movies." He thought for a moment. "What about an alien scary movie...?" Hiyoshi couldn't think of anything better than that. Though...even those creeped him out a little. Aliens taking over the planet and ridding the earth of all humanity was something he didn't really want to think about.

"Not scared persay...but like...." Momoshiro wrecked his mind for a better descriptor, "Okay...so I'm scared." More like terrified, but there was no need to go there. "...Somehow I think that would be worse, even if I am seeing my own kin," he remarked.

"When you think about it, I guess it could be worse..." Hiyoshi shrugged slightly. "Still could be fun though..." He poked Momo in the side. "And what do you have to be scared of if it's aliens anyway...?"

"Aliens are like humans, in some ways," Momoshiro pondered, "They war, they gripe and kill each other." Thinking further, he added, "Guess humans aren't the only species that do that, then." Batting Hiyoshi's hand away, he moved swiftly to tickle the Hyoutei player just under the ribs.

Hiyoshi couldn't help but laugh as he was tickled. "Stop!" He managed between laughs as he swatted at the Seigaku player. He grabbed at Momo's hands to try and stop them from moving. "Cut that out!"

What an interesting situation, Momoshiro thought. They were laying on the floor of Hiyoshi's dormitory poking and tickling. Carpe diem, he thought, as he rolled over to straddle Hiyoshi and continued to tickle him. "You have a nice laugh," he ignored the boy's pleas.

"Sh- shut up!" Hiyoshi kicked and squirmed under Momo. He needed to start being on guard more often. "Get off!" He was going to kill Momo when this was over.

"Fine, fine," Momoshiro relented; he had his five minutes of fun, no need to torment the boy. He rolled back over with a satisfied grin and sprawled out on the ground, immensely pleased with himself. "I've been a bad alien," he said somberly.

Hiyoshi just lay there for a moment catching his breath. He glared at the other and for a moment wanted to use the rope to strangle him. He shook his head. Ropes for not meant for strangling. They were for tying. "Yes... you have."

"Sorry," Momoshiro pouted, crossing his arms behind his head. "I can't help it, I just can't," he affirmed. "Besides, I'm whimiscal and you have a nice laugh, so it just couldn't be helped," a winning argument, for sure.

Hiyoshi took hold of the rope and sat up. "Whimsical of not, that was uncalled for..." He tugged on it and sighed. "I think you... should be punished."

"Punished?" Momoshiro blinked, quite surprised drawing forward in the direction of the rope. "Is that really necessary?" he put on his hundred watt smile, "How would you even do that?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You didn't really think you'd get away with tickling me did you?" He began to loop rest of the rope around Momo. "I think about five or ten minutes of one of my movies would work perfectly..."

Oh shit, he cursed mentally, scary movie...do not want!. "I don't think five minutes of tickling for a week of sleepless nights is a very good trade," Momoshiro backed away, struggling for a sheepish grin. He should have removed the rope when he had the chance....he could probably still run for it. Hiyoshi probably couldn't hold him back.

"You'll live..."Hiyoshi responded, concentrating on tying the other up.

"It was just a bit of tickling!" Momoshiro protested, wiggling against his binds. All that helped to so was land him sideways on the floor while tied up, "Ow...Maybe we can work something out?" he offered.

Hiyoshi looked down at him. "Like what...?" He sat back.

"Eh...." Momoshiro searched his head, there had to be something he could offer the other so he was not forced into watching something potentially bed wetting. Was there anything he had that Hiyoshi wanted? He didn't think so. "Is there anything I have that you want?" Momo asked.

He blinked. "Um..." Hiyoshi thought for a moment. He didn't think there was anything, unless he wanted tie dyed things and he didn't. "I can't think of anything..."

"Could you just let me go out of the goodness of your heart then," Momoshiro batted his eyes. Anything to get him out of this situation. Maybe his pleading would be enough of a distraction for him to somehow get to his feet and run for it.

"No..." Hiyoshi answered. "Now stop being a baby it's like five minutes...What really could happen that's that bad within that little time?"

"I'm not being a baby!" Momoshiro declared, "Sleep is good, I like sleep. I don't like haunting images invading my sleep," he sighed. "Dare I ask what you're planning to put on?"

"I don't know yet. I haven't seen what all my brother brought me." Hiyoshi pointed in the direction of a box sitting next to his bed. "I'll even let you pick the movie. How's that?"

"But considering my luck today," Momoshiro frowned, "I'd probably pick the worst one." Sighing with a put upon face, Momoshiro turned his head away and pulled a movie out of the box at random. "Whatever this one is," he said, fully planning on closing his eyes the whole time.

"I would at least think you'd look at what you're about to put yourself through..." Hiyoshi said as he plucked the movie from the other's hand.

Shaking his head, Momoshiro asserted, "No...I'd so much rather not know," might as well give himself a few more moments of ignorant bliss. The second Hiyoshi put the movie in, he curled in a ball, closed his eyes and blocked his ears, "LALALALALALA!" he sang loudly to drone out the movie.

Hiyoshi growled a little at how loud the Seigaku player had become. "Will you be quiet?" He shook his head at the ball that Momo into. "It's not even that bad. Nothing happening."

"I cannot hear you," Momoshiro sounded, still blocking his ears, "There is no movie on and I'm in my burger filled happy place." Hiyoshi could put on the movie, but that wouldn't make him watch it.

"Fine, you win I'll turn it off. Geez." He poked Momo in the head and moved to stop the movie.

"Thanks," Momoshiro sighed and relaxed, his eyes still closed. He had hoped the Hyoutei player would see things his way. Really, being annoying could get you just about anything. He waited until he heard the television shut off.

"Whatever..." He shut off the television and sat back down. "Happy now?"

"Very," Momoshiro beamed and opened his violet eyes, "Wanna untie me now, Hiyo-kun?"

"If I really have to..." He began to untie Momo. He patted the other on the head when he was done.

Idly, Momoshiro wondered if the 'awkward head pat' was a trademark sign of toleration from Hiyoshi Wakashi. "Thanks," the Seigaku player grinned, stretching his long limbs.

"You're welcome." He tossed the movie back into the box and then moved to sit on his bed instead of the floor.

Still lying on the floor, Momoshiro asked, "Yo, Hiyo-kun, what's your favorite color?"

"I don't have one." Hiyoshi answered lying back.

"Really?" Momo hummed to himself for a moment or two, "What about a least favorite?"

"I don't know... I don't think about it that much to really care." Hiyoshi explained.

"I don't really have a favorite color either," Momoshiro shrugged, "That's why I like tie dye so much." Laughing, he continued, "That, and the long hair made me feel like a hippie." His hair had returned to its normal, porcupine-like disposition.

"You're strange..."Hiyoshi commented looking over the side of the bed and down at Momo. "Though, not as strange as some others..."

"Well yeah," Momoshiro said, "Being different is part of being. If I'm strange, what do you consider normal?" he asked.

That was a good question. "I don't don't really know. Everyone's a bit strange here." Hiyoshi answered. He included himself in with being maybe just a bit strange as well.

"Well," Momoshiro reasoned, "If everyone's a bit strange, doesn't that make strange normal?" His logic was infallible.

"Or maybe...there is no normal." Hiyoshi shrugged.

"So there is a strange, but there isn't a normal," Momoshiro laughed, "How can strange exist without something to judge it with?"

"It just does..." Hiyoshi answered. "A lot of things exist and there's no answer or real reason for them..."

"Yeah...but isn't strange just a deviation from normal?" he asked. "So without the normal it's just a deviation...but a deviation from what..." Momoshiro shook his head. This was getting a bit deep for him.

He went quiet. Momo was starting to ask too many questions. Hiyoshi leaned over the edge of the bed and poked him in the cheek. "Stop asking so many questions."

Momo's nose wrinkled as Hiyoshi poked him in the face,"But I'm just an alien curious about earth," he protested, snapping playfully at the departing finger. "Eh...you're right," he admitted, "Best not think too much, or I'll fry my brain."

Hiyoshi pulled his finger back "You probably already have." He joked.

"Maybe," he grinned, encouraged that Hiyoshi was joking, "Do you smell something burning?"

"I think you should stop thinking." Hiyoshi smiled.

"What should I do instead," Momoshiro inquired, looking up at the grinning boy.

"I don't know..." Hiyoshi tried to think of something. "How about something that doesn't involve a lot of it."

"Hmmm?" Momoshiro considered, sitting up from the floor and examining Hiyoshi thoughtfully. "Like this?" he leaned forward and kissed the Hyoutei player on the cheek. How's that for not thinking things through?

Hiyoshi's face flushed and he stared at Momo. Well, there probably was no thought to that but that wasn't really what he'd meant. "Yes... and no...." Yes, because it didn't take any thought and no because..well...just no...

Momoshiro chuckled at the red that stained the larger boy's face; it wasn't the first time he made someone bigger than him blush. "Why no?" he asked, "I didn't think at all, I promise."

"I don't know...just...no..." He tried to think of a reason for no."And I'm pretty sure you didn't think..."

Momoshiro shrugged, "If you were really that bothered by it, I can promise not to do it again."

"I don't...mind it too much..." Hiyoshi said with a blush. "You just caught me off guard..." He looked away from Momo.

"That's what you get for telling me not to think," Momoshiro teased, and then processed Hiyoshi's answer. "Are you saying you don't want me to promise not to kiss you?"

"Yes... that's what I'm saying." He still wasn't looking in Momo's direction. The wall was looking very nice today.

"Well..." Momoshiro considered, "I'll promise not to promise, if you look me in the eye."

Hiyoshi continued to stare at the wall for a bit longer before taking a breath and turning to look at the Seigaku player. "There, I'm looking..."

"All right," Momoshiro hopped up on the bed to sit next to Hiyoshi, "I solemnly swear not to not kiss you." Just to to emphasize the point, he planted one of the cheek he hadn't kissed previously.

"..At least let me know if you're going to do that..." Hiyoshi muttered and crossed his arms.

"But then I lose the element of surprise," Momoshiro pouted, examining the wall to see what Hiyoshi had found particularly engrossing about it. "And surprise is a powerful weapon," he declared.

"I'd rather see it coming that be surprised." Hiyoshi leaned against the wall. "I don't like surprises too much."

"Can we compromise then?" Momoshiro waggled his eyebrows, "How about an open invitation? ...Which would pretty much mean expect the unexpected."

Hiyoshi blinked. That was true...He'd at least know it was coming but then again, he wouldn't know or something. He needed to stop thinking. "Alright, I guess that works..."

"Nice!" Momoshiro grinned, flashing a thumbs up to Hiyoshi. Score One for Momo-chan! The other boy might be taller, but Momoshiro assured himself that he controlled the game.

Hiyoshi rolled his eyes at the thumps up. "There's not really any need for that you know..."

"Does it have to be a need? Can't it just be a want?" he asked. Hiyoshi needed to follow his whims more often; even if they were as interesting as tying him up and forcing him to watch five minutes of a horror flick. At least Momoshiro got out of it.

"For you I guess but, there's not that many things that I actually want." Hiyoshi answered. "But then there wasn't really that much of a need to tie that rope to you."

"You just wanted me at arms reach," Momoshiro leaned back against the wall, such that he sat right next to Hiyoshi.

"I never said that..." Hiyoshi smirked. "What if I just wanted to tie you to something?"

Was this a semblance of initiative and possible kink coming from the quiet boy? "As long as you don't abandon me once you've tied me to something, go on ahead," he met the smirk with a mischievous grin.

"It'd be cruel to abandon you..." He sighed. "It's a nice thought though....but I wouldn't. You could be eaten alive by Rikkai if I just abandon you anywhere."

"People say I'm silly and you think that Rikkai-dai is composed of cannibals," Momoshiro fought down his amusement. "And besides, how am I supposed to kiss you if I'm tied up, or eaten?"

Hiyoshi shrugged. "You could kiss me when you're not tied up." He looked a Momo. "And I wouldn't let them eat you."

"You promise you wouldn't let them eat me?" Momoshiro asked, half jokingly. He didn't fear being eaten, just curious about the other boy's mentality. "I'm not tied up right now?" he observed.

"What would be the point? And I wasn't being serious about the being eaten alive." Hiyoshi ran a hand through his hair. "I know you're not. I was the one that untied you."

Hiyoshi seemed to be missing the point of his statements entirely. No matter, he grinned. "The only things I'm worried about eating me alive are either from horror films or my ex girlfriends," Momoshiro snickered a bit at the latter.

"Horror films won't eat you. Scare you, yes. Eat you, no." Hiyoshi's smirk returned. "I'll get you o watch one eventually..."

"I'm not watching one," Momoshiro shook his head quickly, "You can't make me. Do you really want me to run around screaming, climbing things and clinging to you for dear life?" that would put most people off.

"When you put it that way...no. That'd be annoying." Hiyoshi thought for a moment. "Though there's always tying you to a chair to deal with the running and clinging. And for the screaming, I could just stick a sock or something in your mouth." There, all problems solved.

"...You don't realize how bad that sounds, do you?" Momoshiro asked seriously, turning his eyes on Hiyoshi. If Momoshiro didn't know the boy lacked intention to harm, that would sound very creepy. "Why do you want me to watch a horror movie so bad?" he pouted, "I don't wanna."

Hiyoshi looked at Momo. "What do you mean?" He found nothing wrong with what he'd said. "You'll never get used to them if you don't. Plus they're not all as bad as they seem."

"Out of context that sounds really bad," Momoshiro informed Hiyoshi bluntly. "And I don't want to get used to them. Then I'd be my own personal horror movie because I wouldn't sleep ever. I'd turn into a zombie, and since I'm already an alien I'd be a zombie alien," he ranted all in one breath, "And then I'd sparkle and be staked and stuff."

Hiyoshi pretended to understand everything the other had said. "I doubt you would turn into a zombie. And zombies don't get staked. Vampires get staked."

"Well I'd look like a zombie at least," Momoshiro frowned, "At that would ruin my handsome face!" Modesty had never been one of Momoshiro's qualities; he knew he wasn't ugly, and pretending he was would be stupid. It was a big pet peeve of his when people looked down on themselves all the time, or pretended to (which was worse) for attention. "Vampire zombies would get staked," he nodded.

He shook his head. "Okay, I get it. You don't want to be a zombie."

"Good," Momoshiro folded his arms, "That you get it." Momo was the easygoing type, normally down for anything, but scary movies were an exception to that.

"So what do I get for promising not to make you watch a scary movie?" Hiyoshi asked.

"I dunno," Momoshiro shrugged, "What do you want as a reward?"

"I want..." Hiyoshi crossed his arms. "I think... I want another kiss..."

"Oh?" Momo's eyes lit up with pleasant surprise, "And where would you like your kiss?" he asked, drawing closer.

He looked at Momo. "I'll let you decide." Hiyoshi answered. "I'm sure you can figure it out."

"Oh?" Momoshiro sounded, grinning. Leaning over, and ever so slightly up he looked Hiyoshi in the eye and kissed him playfully on the nose.

Hiyoshi shook his head and wriggled his nose as it was kissed. "Not my nose..."

"Here then?" Momo asked, moving inches to the side to press his lips against the soft cheek. He was trying to coax the Hyoutei player into initiative, curious as to what the result might be.

"No..." Hiyoshi said. He turned his head slightly. "Do you need some help..." He started. "...or do I just show you...?"

"Why don't you show me?" Momoshiro stated with an air of ignorance. How this seemingly innocent, bordering on shy boy would handle this interested him. He was getting awfully fond of the alien-loving Hiyoshi.

Hiyoshi swallowed. Was the Seigaku player really expecting him to show him where he wanted a kiss? After a moment or two he decided to stop thinking about it and just go for it. He could think later. "Okay..." He slowly leaned forward a bit more and pressed a small kiss to the side of Momo's mouth.

As the sandy-haired boy's lips touched on the side of his, Momoshiro couldn't help but grin. "That..." he said finally, "Was a very good demonstration." Now that he'd been shown, it was time for the spiky haired boy to oblige. Running his thumb under Hiyoshi's chin, he closed his eyes and pressed his mouth firmly against the soft lips.

Hiyoshi's face reddened slightly and he pressed into the kiss. One of his hands moved to rest at Momo's shoulder.

Touching a hand to Hiyoshi's side, stroking in gentle and soothing circles, Momoshiro probed his tongue out to run along the boy's lower lip. He'd let Hiyoshi decide how far to take it.

Hiyoshi pulled back slightly as he felt the other's tongue. "Um..." What was he supposed to do now?

Momoshirou chuckled good naturedly at the boy; apparently the Seigaku player had over stepped his bounds. "No mind, no mind," Momo grinned, slinging an arm around the taller boy in a half hug.

Hiyoshi blushed. "It's fine." He awkwardly hugged the other back.

"Good," Momoshiro beamed, flashing Hiyoshi a thumbs up as they parted. He was glad the Hyoutei player wasn't mad at him, although when he thought about it, there was no real reason to be.

Hiyoshi shrugged and gave Momo smile and leaned back. "I'll be better prepared for that next time I ask for one."

"Next time...?" Momoshiro blinked and sat up straight. Then a slow smile broke out on his features, "You mean I didn't scare you away?"

"Yes next time." Hiyoshi sighed. He poked Momo lightly in the side. "Why would you scare me away? I think you're the last person I'd be scared of."

"I dunno," he chuckled as he was poked in the side; Momo should try not to expose how ticklish he was as well. "The very last person," Momoshiro mourned, "I'm a bit scarier than that. I might not be that scary, but I'm not the least scary."

Hiyoshi thought for a moment. "Pretty much you are the last person... besides Kame-sensei... and maybe the younger people here."

"Well...." Momoshiro thought it over, "That means I'm first in the list of people that don't scare you." He might as well try to see the glass half full.

"Sure..." It did matter all that much to him either way. "...why not."

"Most excellent," Momoshiro grinned, stretching on Hiyoshi's bed, all mess over the horror movie and being on a leash forgotten.

"Does it really matter that much anyway?" Hiyoshi asked.

"Yes," Momoshiro answered thoughtfully. "It's all in how you look at things: positively or negatively. I like my grass right here, as green as it is," he smiled.

Hiyoshi blinked at him. What? "I'll pretend I understood exactly all of what you just said..."

"You know the saying that everyone thinks the grass is greener on the other side. Like," Momoshiro scratched the back of his head, "Very few people are happy with what they have, and see someone else and want their life. I like my grass."

"Oh..." That was true. A lot of people did think that way. "I see..."

"What about you, Hiyo-kun?" Momoshiro questioned, "Do you like your grass?"

"I do most times." Hiyoshi answered.

Momoshiro frowned, "What about sometimes?" Considering further, he asked, "Who do you envy?"

Hiyoshi shrugged. "Why does it matter?"

"If you don't want to say, you don't have to," Momoshiro said, not wanting to pry.

"Then I won't." Hiyoshi stretched.

Momoshiro smiled. "Suit yourself then," he placed an unexpected kiss on Hiyoshi's cheek as he stretched. "You look tired," he said, "I'll see myself out."

Hiyoshi yawned and nodded. "Just a bit...." He batted Momo away slightly at the unexpected kiss. "See ya."

"Until next time," he winked at Hiyoshi and left the room.