[Drabble]
Player: misheard
Subject: Issei Ryudo
Table: B
Prompt: 15. Lower
Notes: Written largely to cheer myself after wank. Also, five prompts left, hurray~
“Issei, you’ve been cursing at your computer for two minutes. I didn’t think you even knew half of those words.”
Issei sighed and shut his laptop. “I’m sorry. It’s just… it’s frustrating.”
Shirou sat down beside him. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“…Am I being an idiot?” Issei asked quietly.
“Not really. I mean, I’m glad you warned me about Berserker, that’s a big help.” Shirou’s smile faltered. “…Unless you’re talking about how you’re still here?”
Issei sighed again and nodded.
“I’ll be fine,” Shirou assured him. “You don’t need to worry.”
“But how can you be sure of that? If something happens, I need to be able to protect you!”
“Issei, I’m not going to let you get hurt trying to help me. Your life’s not worth any less than mine is.”
“But…” Issei still looked doubtful. “How can I do nothing while you come to harm?”
“You did something; you warned me about it. Besides…” Shirou chuckled. “Your father’s best friends with Fuji-nee’s grandfather, remember? If anything happens to you, the yakuza are going to come after me, and we’ll both be dead. Do you really want that to happen?”
“Of course I don’t!” Issei paused, before pulling Shirou into a hug. “…I won’t forgive you if you get yourself killed, Shirou.”
“Then I won’t get myself killed - hey, when did you finally switch to calling me Shirou?” Shirou wondered aloud.
“Just now,” Issei answered. “You’re going to have to live if you want all your nagging about it to pay off, though.”
Shirou smiled. “Yeah, I guess I will.”
Subject: Issei Ryudo
Table: B
Prompt: 15. Lower
Notes: Written largely to cheer myself after wank. Also, five prompts left, hurray~
“Issei, you’ve been cursing at your computer for two minutes. I didn’t think you even knew half of those words.”
Issei sighed and shut his laptop. “I’m sorry. It’s just… it’s frustrating.”
Shirou sat down beside him. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“…Am I being an idiot?” Issei asked quietly.
“Not really. I mean, I’m glad you warned me about Berserker, that’s a big help.” Shirou’s smile faltered. “…Unless you’re talking about how you’re still here?”
Issei sighed again and nodded.
“I’ll be fine,” Shirou assured him. “You don’t need to worry.”
“But how can you be sure of that? If something happens, I need to be able to protect you!”
“Issei, I’m not going to let you get hurt trying to help me. Your life’s not worth any less than mine is.”
“But…” Issei still looked doubtful. “How can I do nothing while you come to harm?”
“You did something; you warned me about it. Besides…” Shirou chuckled. “Your father’s best friends with Fuji-nee’s grandfather, remember? If anything happens to you, the yakuza are going to come after me, and we’ll both be dead. Do you really want that to happen?”
“Of course I don’t!” Issei paused, before pulling Shirou into a hug. “…I won’t forgive you if you get yourself killed, Shirou.”
“Then I won’t get myself killed - hey, when did you finally switch to calling me Shirou?” Shirou wondered aloud.
“Just now,” Issei answered. “You’re going to have to live if you want all your nagging about it to pay off, though.”
Shirou smiled. “Yeah, I guess I will.”