You Don't Have to Bang [Dilan/Braig]
Title: You Don't Have to Bang
Pairing: Dilan/Braig
Type: humor XD
Rating: PG-13 language/implied
A/N: Do I ever stop writing? The answer is no.
There was a loud banging sound from one wall, and Even's voice came soaring through. "SHUT THE HELL UP!"
"NO!"
Dilan rolled his eyes at Braig. "Do you really want to antagonize him?"
"No, but I don't want to shut up, either." In fact, he leaned over and turned up the volume on Dilan's boom box.
Dilan sighed. And reached over. And turned it back down. "Stop breaking my speakers."
"Your speakers are fine!" And he turned it up again.
"Braig..." he said warningly.
"Dilan..." Braig mocked him, using the exact same tone and facial expression.
BANG. BANG. BANG. "Seriously, you two! Turn that goddamn music OFF! I am trying to study!!!"
"You study too much! You're gonna get brain damage!"
Dilan sighed. There was probably a reason why Braig and Even hadn't been roomed anywhere near each other... but then Braig decided to complicate things by spending all of his time in Dilan's room. Which was, unfortunately, right next door to Even's. Problem not solved.
"I'm going to get brain damage if I continue having to listen to this CRAP coming from the walls!"
"There's crap coming from the walls? Man, you might wanna get that looked at..."
Dilan decided that it was high time he executed his Dilan's-room-belongs-to-Dilan authority, and turned off the boom box.
Then, of course, he had to put up with the massive, will-eroding pout that subsequently came from Braig. And he almost caved in. But no. "Braig... just leave him alone. You can bug him all you want during the day, but give him his space at night. You're not even supposed to be here, anyway, and if Ansem finds out..."
"Okay, okay." Braig sighed. "Stupid Ansem."
"Stupid Ansem indeed," Dilan muttered. He shuffled through the papers on his desk, then sighed. "I'm not going to get anything done anymore... my brain's asleep already."
"It's because the music is gone!" Braig grinned maliciously.
Dilan rolled his eyes. "Sure. Because 'Under the Sea' is the perfect thing to study to."
"Isn't it?" Braig looked up quizzically from his own notes. "I love studying to calypso."
Dilan stared at him for a long moment. "...Right. Whatever." Then he looked up again. "Since when do you study?"
"Whaaat? I study. Sometimes." He shuffled his papers around, and suddenly Dilan eyed them suspiciously...
"Give me that."
"What?"
"..."
Braig sighed.
"You're reading gay porn."
"Smut, actually. And I was editing it, not reading it."
Dilan gave him a deadpan. "You'd have to read it to edit it, wouldn't you? And that's entirely beside the point!"
"So what is?" Braig snapped back, a little defensively.
Dilan sighed... "You're editing smut instead of studying? When we have the biggest test of the century tomorrow?"
Braig smiled sheepishly.
"...I told you you never study."
"Yeah, I know..."
"Come on." Dilan tugged the papers out of his hands and set them on the desk, which was overflowing with work from both apprentices. "Let's get some sleep."
"Sleep, huh? Are you suuure that's what's on your mind?"
Dilan rolled his eyes. "Well I know it's not on yours..."
Cackle. "Correct!"
Oh shit. "You're going to seduce me, aren't you?"
"That... is the general plan, yes!"
"Oh god. Why tonight? Why not any other night?"
"I seduce you on plenty of nights."
"That's not what I mean..."
"Because I want~ to~!"
"That's what frightens me."
An hour later, they heard someone banging on the wall and screaming at them to shut up, for god's sake. This time, they barely even noticed, let alone cared.
Pairing: Dilan/Braig
Type: humor XD
Rating: PG-13 language/implied
A/N: Do I ever stop writing? The answer is no.
There was a loud banging sound from one wall, and Even's voice came soaring through. "SHUT THE HELL UP!"
"NO!"
Dilan rolled his eyes at Braig. "Do you really want to antagonize him?"
"No, but I don't want to shut up, either." In fact, he leaned over and turned up the volume on Dilan's boom box.
Dilan sighed. And reached over. And turned it back down. "Stop breaking my speakers."
"Your speakers are fine!" And he turned it up again.
"Braig..." he said warningly.
"Dilan..." Braig mocked him, using the exact same tone and facial expression.
BANG. BANG. BANG. "Seriously, you two! Turn that goddamn music OFF! I am trying to study!!!"
"You study too much! You're gonna get brain damage!"
Dilan sighed. There was probably a reason why Braig and Even hadn't been roomed anywhere near each other... but then Braig decided to complicate things by spending all of his time in Dilan's room. Which was, unfortunately, right next door to Even's. Problem not solved.
"I'm going to get brain damage if I continue having to listen to this CRAP coming from the walls!"
"There's crap coming from the walls? Man, you might wanna get that looked at..."
Dilan decided that it was high time he executed his Dilan's-room-belongs-to-Dilan authority, and turned off the boom box.
Then, of course, he had to put up with the massive, will-eroding pout that subsequently came from Braig. And he almost caved in. But no. "Braig... just leave him alone. You can bug him all you want during the day, but give him his space at night. You're not even supposed to be here, anyway, and if Ansem finds out..."
"Okay, okay." Braig sighed. "Stupid Ansem."
"Stupid Ansem indeed," Dilan muttered. He shuffled through the papers on his desk, then sighed. "I'm not going to get anything done anymore... my brain's asleep already."
"It's because the music is gone!" Braig grinned maliciously.
Dilan rolled his eyes. "Sure. Because 'Under the Sea' is the perfect thing to study to."
"Isn't it?" Braig looked up quizzically from his own notes. "I love studying to calypso."
Dilan stared at him for a long moment. "...Right. Whatever." Then he looked up again. "Since when do you study?"
"Whaaat? I study. Sometimes." He shuffled his papers around, and suddenly Dilan eyed them suspiciously...
"Give me that."
"What?"
"..."
Braig sighed.
"You're reading gay porn."
"Smut, actually. And I was editing it, not reading it."
Dilan gave him a deadpan. "You'd have to read it to edit it, wouldn't you? And that's entirely beside the point!"
"So what is?" Braig snapped back, a little defensively.
Dilan sighed... "You're editing smut instead of studying? When we have the biggest test of the century tomorrow?"
Braig smiled sheepishly.
"...I told you you never study."
"Yeah, I know..."
"Come on." Dilan tugged the papers out of his hands and set them on the desk, which was overflowing with work from both apprentices. "Let's get some sleep."
"Sleep, huh? Are you suuure that's what's on your mind?"
Dilan rolled his eyes. "Well I know it's not on yours..."
Cackle. "Correct!"
Oh shit. "You're going to seduce me, aren't you?"
"That... is the general plan, yes!"
"Oh god. Why tonight? Why not any other night?"
"I seduce you on plenty of nights."
"That's not what I mean..."
"Because I want~ to~!"
"That's what frightens me."
An hour later, they heard someone banging on the wall and screaming at them to shut up, for god's sake. This time, they barely even noticed, let alone cared.