10 - still_ciircee
I totally forgot I had nine AND ten. I'm such a universe hog.
Aiba didn't mind waiting tables at Johnny's. The work wasn't as bad as some of the jobs he'd taken, he got tips, he got to plug quarters into the old jukebox in the corner and listen to 'Twilight Time' as many times as he wanted, and Nino and Jun were both there. Jun was spending about half his time waiting tables with Aiba and the other half in the kitchen, bitching at Nino.
Nino, as far as Aiba could tell, was spending all of his time bitching.
"It means he's happy," he told Jun seriously as Jun emerged from the kitchen, grumbling under his breath.
"How would you know?" Jun asked.
"Because I do," Aiba said, and went to take an order from some old grannies that had just come in. He wasn't sure how he knew it meant that. Part of it was the way Nino didn't sound angry under the words and part of it was the way he'd seen Nino moving the few times he'd leaned through the order window. He just didn't seem tense enough to be mad. "Because he did that when he sold his car," Aiba said, stopping next to Jun on his way to the kitchen.
Jun looked at him. "He sold his car?"
"To come with me and Sho-chan," he explained. "It was kind of crap and he didn't get a lot for it and he made us pay for the room while he did it. Sho-chan just sort of laughed at him about it, though." He swung into the kitchen. "Two specials," he relayed as he set about filling the drink order. Nino was staring at the grill. "Two specials? And a kiss!" he said, sneaking a kiss on to Nino's cheek just to see what he did about it.
Nino rolled his eyes. "You're too special," he said, using a spatula to flip a piece of onion at him. Aiba tried to catch it in his mouth and had the pleasure of hearing Nino laugh. That it also caused several other food items to be catapulted at his mouth was just a bonus.
"Aiba!" Jun called.
"Oops, drinks!" Aiba caught a final piece of lettuce with most of his face (since Nino had flung the whole leaf at him rather than a diced section) and went back out to the floor. He dropped off the drinks for the women and wandered over to where Jun was standing in the empty half of the diner, looking out the window.
"Jun?" he asked, polishing a table-top just so that he'd look busy.
Jun sighed. "Satoshi's in love," he said.
"Satoshi? Oh-chan?" Aiba blinked. And then he blinked again. "In-with who?" he asked, trying to process. He loved Ohno Satoshi but the plain fact of the matter-as far as Aiba was concerned-was that Ohno Satoshi was easily distractible by nothing at all and axel grease. Falling in love took a little bit of focus.
"With the guy wearing his best dress slacks," Jun said, thumping him on the side of the head. "You know he wouldn't fuck around on somebody."
Dre-? "With Nino?" Aiba asked.
Jun gave him a Look.
They'd only been in town for a day. Less than a day. "Is this because they spent yesterday doing-" he glanced over at the old ladies and bent low over the table, pretending to wipe the seats of the chairs. "Doing that?"
"I don't think it has anything to do with 'that'," Jun said, mimicking. "That's why I'm worried."
Two things happened before Aiba could question Jun further. The first was that Ohno walked in the door, slouching as usual and looking a little lost. The second was that the specials were up and Nino was poking his head out the order window; when they saw each other, they both broke out grinning. Ohno bypassed his usual seat and wandered up to the counter.
Nino came out of the kitchen and set Aiba's orders down. "Aiba," he said, jerking his head at the tray but he sounded absent and his eyes never left Ohno's smiling face. "And what are you doing here?" he asked Ohno, setting his elbows on the countertop and leaning awkwardly in.
"I want to eat Kazunari for lunch," Ohno requested in a strange voice. "Two Kazunaris." Aiba watched Jun facepalm.
"Taka," Nino sighed and Aiba grinned at the face Jun was making. "Kazunari is not a lunch food."
Ohno screwed up his face. "Is it a midnight snack?"
Nino lost it, his face slipping from a slightly tasking smirk into a laugh. "I baked a pie," he said in his normal voice. "Come back in to the kitchen."
Aiba took his orders to his table and then tracked around the room to find Jun again. "Pie," he started.
"He didn't say a word about tasting it," Jun interrupted, sounding tense.
"You want me to stop them from making out in the kitchen?" Aiba asked and set off without waiting for Jun's answer. There was a serious danger in having kitchen-sex. Namely, hot surfaces. He burst into the kitchen, the door swinging shut quietly and stopped, completely unnoticed. Aiba thought that the cherry pie on the cooling rack would have noticed him before Nino or Ohno did and, too, unless Nino was holding a second pie in his mouth, neither of them was tasting anything except each other.
Jun was a romantic, had a romantic heart, but Aiba suddenly doubted that Jun was just reading into things. Ohno and Nino might have been kissing but it wasn't exactly the 'right now, right now' sort of kissing he might have expected. It could turn into that if the way they were getting deeper was any indication but mostly it was something different. There was something sweet and tender about the way Ohno's hand was touching Nino's cheek, something gentle and quiet in the way his other hand was cupped around Nino's, holding it. In love, Aiba thought.
Distantly he heard Jun take an order. A second later it sank in what that meant and, with a mental shrug he interrupted. "So are you paying for lunch with cash, check, charge, or cock?"
Aiba didn't mind waiting tables at Johnny's. The work wasn't as bad as some of the jobs he'd taken, he got tips, he got to plug quarters into the old jukebox in the corner and listen to 'Twilight Time' as many times as he wanted, and Nino and Jun were both there. Jun was spending about half his time waiting tables with Aiba and the other half in the kitchen, bitching at Nino.
Nino, as far as Aiba could tell, was spending all of his time bitching.
"It means he's happy," he told Jun seriously as Jun emerged from the kitchen, grumbling under his breath.
"How would you know?" Jun asked.
"Because I do," Aiba said, and went to take an order from some old grannies that had just come in. He wasn't sure how he knew it meant that. Part of it was the way Nino didn't sound angry under the words and part of it was the way he'd seen Nino moving the few times he'd leaned through the order window. He just didn't seem tense enough to be mad. "Because he did that when he sold his car," Aiba said, stopping next to Jun on his way to the kitchen.
Jun looked at him. "He sold his car?"
"To come with me and Sho-chan," he explained. "It was kind of crap and he didn't get a lot for it and he made us pay for the room while he did it. Sho-chan just sort of laughed at him about it, though." He swung into the kitchen. "Two specials," he relayed as he set about filling the drink order. Nino was staring at the grill. "Two specials? And a kiss!" he said, sneaking a kiss on to Nino's cheek just to see what he did about it.
Nino rolled his eyes. "You're too special," he said, using a spatula to flip a piece of onion at him. Aiba tried to catch it in his mouth and had the pleasure of hearing Nino laugh. That it also caused several other food items to be catapulted at his mouth was just a bonus.
"Aiba!" Jun called.
"Oops, drinks!" Aiba caught a final piece of lettuce with most of his face (since Nino had flung the whole leaf at him rather than a diced section) and went back out to the floor. He dropped off the drinks for the women and wandered over to where Jun was standing in the empty half of the diner, looking out the window.
"Jun?" he asked, polishing a table-top just so that he'd look busy.
Jun sighed. "Satoshi's in love," he said.
"Satoshi? Oh-chan?" Aiba blinked. And then he blinked again. "In-with who?" he asked, trying to process. He loved Ohno Satoshi but the plain fact of the matter-as far as Aiba was concerned-was that Ohno Satoshi was easily distractible by nothing at all and axel grease. Falling in love took a little bit of focus.
"With the guy wearing his best dress slacks," Jun said, thumping him on the side of the head. "You know he wouldn't fuck around on somebody."
Dre-? "With Nino?" Aiba asked.
Jun gave him a Look.
They'd only been in town for a day. Less than a day. "Is this because they spent yesterday doing-" he glanced over at the old ladies and bent low over the table, pretending to wipe the seats of the chairs. "Doing that?"
"I don't think it has anything to do with 'that'," Jun said, mimicking. "That's why I'm worried."
Two things happened before Aiba could question Jun further. The first was that Ohno walked in the door, slouching as usual and looking a little lost. The second was that the specials were up and Nino was poking his head out the order window; when they saw each other, they both broke out grinning. Ohno bypassed his usual seat and wandered up to the counter.
Nino came out of the kitchen and set Aiba's orders down. "Aiba," he said, jerking his head at the tray but he sounded absent and his eyes never left Ohno's smiling face. "And what are you doing here?" he asked Ohno, setting his elbows on the countertop and leaning awkwardly in.
"I want to eat Kazunari for lunch," Ohno requested in a strange voice. "Two Kazunaris." Aiba watched Jun facepalm.
"Taka," Nino sighed and Aiba grinned at the face Jun was making. "Kazunari is not a lunch food."
Ohno screwed up his face. "Is it a midnight snack?"
Nino lost it, his face slipping from a slightly tasking smirk into a laugh. "I baked a pie," he said in his normal voice. "Come back in to the kitchen."
Aiba took his orders to his table and then tracked around the room to find Jun again. "Pie," he started.
"He didn't say a word about tasting it," Jun interrupted, sounding tense.
"You want me to stop them from making out in the kitchen?" Aiba asked and set off without waiting for Jun's answer. There was a serious danger in having kitchen-sex. Namely, hot surfaces. He burst into the kitchen, the door swinging shut quietly and stopped, completely unnoticed. Aiba thought that the cherry pie on the cooling rack would have noticed him before Nino or Ohno did and, too, unless Nino was holding a second pie in his mouth, neither of them was tasting anything except each other.
Jun was a romantic, had a romantic heart, but Aiba suddenly doubted that Jun was just reading into things. Ohno and Nino might have been kissing but it wasn't exactly the 'right now, right now' sort of kissing he might have expected. It could turn into that if the way they were getting deeper was any indication but mostly it was something different. There was something sweet and tender about the way Ohno's hand was touching Nino's cheek, something gentle and quiet in the way his other hand was cupped around Nino's, holding it. In love, Aiba thought.
Distantly he heard Jun take an order. A second later it sank in what that meant and, with a mental shrug he interrupted. "So are you paying for lunch with cash, check, charge, or cock?"