Random fic
*yawns* Ok, this is what happens when I get next to no sleep thanks to this cold (three disjointed hours... why?!), Kime throws random ideas at me and then I have to drag myself out of bed to write them. This is the only one that worked.
Title: Stolen
Pairing/Fandom/Summary thing: Tuti and Nagayama (no RPS unless you squint, they could just be friends after all) eating lunch in the middle of Burimyu rehearsals. Tayles and Squirt will know which picture I'm thinking of. Tuti tries to steal some of Nagayama's lunch and... yeah it's harmless. And short. And I really need more sleep...
‘Are you going to finish that?’
Chopsticks hover, ready to pounce, just inches above his half-eaten lunch.
‘I said are you going to finish that?’
‘Why, have you got a better idea?’ It’s a lousy comeback but he’s worn out from an intense morning of rehearsals following a poor night’s sleep and can’t summon up the energy for something more sarcastic.
The chopstick wielder pulls a face, a grimace that contorts into a grin in seconds. They both know that if it were anyone else’s lunch, no questions would have been asked, that the wrap of rice and fish would have been swiped in a moment of distraction and followed by him choking on it as he laughed at the owner’s indignant face.
But this is different because there are certain… rules in place and one of them is that you don’t just steal bits of my lunch without asking, and yes I do mean you Tuti!
The first time it had happened, he’d let it slide, writing it off as another one of Tuti’s little jokes to get attention, because wasn’t that just what Tuti did? The second time he’d pouted, but that had only made Tuti choke harder on the stolen morsel. The third time, he’d smacked Tuti’s hand and made him drop it and then they’d both had to watch it roll half way across the floor before Moriyama’s foot had squashed it flat. While they’d been laughing at Moriyama dancing round on one foot, trying to pick bits of rice off the bottom of the other, Tuti had done it again. That time Nagayama’s reflexes had beaten him and the rule had been set - no food stealing, especially in public, unless Tuti asked first.
It went without saying that the rule didn’t apply the other way round.
‘Well, can I have it?’
Tuti’s question, patiently repeated because he was quite used to his companion’s attention drifting off for minutes at a time, served as a suitable hook to drag Nagayama back to the present and the question of who was going to dispose of his half-eaten lunch.
‘Yeah sure, go ahead.’
It really is a stupid rule, Nagayama thinks as Tuti spears the piece of sushi and almost throws it into his mouth, because I always say ‘yes’.
End
Bed. Sleep. Chris Eyre can take a running jump because barring a miracle, I am not going to his lecture this morning.
Title: Stolen
Pairing/Fandom/Summary thing: Tuti and Nagayama (no RPS unless you squint, they could just be friends after all) eating lunch in the middle of Burimyu rehearsals. Tayles and Squirt will know which picture I'm thinking of. Tuti tries to steal some of Nagayama's lunch and... yeah it's harmless. And short. And I really need more sleep...
‘Are you going to finish that?’
Chopsticks hover, ready to pounce, just inches above his half-eaten lunch.
‘I said are you going to finish that?’
‘Why, have you got a better idea?’ It’s a lousy comeback but he’s worn out from an intense morning of rehearsals following a poor night’s sleep and can’t summon up the energy for something more sarcastic.
The chopstick wielder pulls a face, a grimace that contorts into a grin in seconds. They both know that if it were anyone else’s lunch, no questions would have been asked, that the wrap of rice and fish would have been swiped in a moment of distraction and followed by him choking on it as he laughed at the owner’s indignant face.
But this is different because there are certain… rules in place and one of them is that you don’t just steal bits of my lunch without asking, and yes I do mean you Tuti!
The first time it had happened, he’d let it slide, writing it off as another one of Tuti’s little jokes to get attention, because wasn’t that just what Tuti did? The second time he’d pouted, but that had only made Tuti choke harder on the stolen morsel. The third time, he’d smacked Tuti’s hand and made him drop it and then they’d both had to watch it roll half way across the floor before Moriyama’s foot had squashed it flat. While they’d been laughing at Moriyama dancing round on one foot, trying to pick bits of rice off the bottom of the other, Tuti had done it again. That time Nagayama’s reflexes had beaten him and the rule had been set - no food stealing, especially in public, unless Tuti asked first.
It went without saying that the rule didn’t apply the other way round.
‘Well, can I have it?’
Tuti’s question, patiently repeated because he was quite used to his companion’s attention drifting off for minutes at a time, served as a suitable hook to drag Nagayama back to the present and the question of who was going to dispose of his half-eaten lunch.
‘Yeah sure, go ahead.’
It really is a stupid rule, Nagayama thinks as Tuti spears the piece of sushi and almost throws it into his mouth, because I always say ‘yes’.
End
Bed. Sleep. Chris Eyre can take a running jump because barring a miracle, I am not going to his lecture this morning.