mythical; satirical; whimsical; cyclical
Title: Mythical
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters: Kitayama, Totsuka
Notes: Following from the other one, for propriety's sake. ♥ But no less left-field.
"Hiromitsu?" Totsuka whispers over Kitayama's ear, voice light. There aren't many who use Kitayama's full given name normally-in the jimusho at least-and Kitayama's brow furrows a bit in foggy puzzlement. "Aren't you awake yet, Hiromitsu?"
A beat, then Kitayama decides that the day can wait and rolls over. Totsuka chuckles inwardly.
"Hiromitsu," he whispers, lowering his tone, "I… I think I'm pregnant-"
Kitayama bolts upright and their skulls connect with an audible crack. Totsuka laughs, clutching his head.
"You aren't funny!" Kitayama snaps, confused fear stamped out by abrupt anger.
Which, really, only makes Totsuka laugh harder.
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Title: Satirical
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters: Kitayama, Totsuka
Notes: Because Johnny's probably sleep with the opposite sex on occasion~
"Why don't you have a hangover?" Kitayama grumps later, only slightly mollified by breakfast-in-bed (and the visible bruise by Totsuka's temple).
"Ueda-sama's secret magic secret," Totsuka smiles, pulling Kitayama's hand down to steal a bite of eel-egg roll from his toothpick. In truth, he just hadn't drunk half as much as Kitayama the night before, but giving Kitayama brow-wrinkles is a fine, time-honoured game and so the secret remains.
"…you need a haircut," Kitayama grunts at length, brushing at the strands of Totsuka's hair tickling his chest with distaste. "I seriously thought you were a girl."
Totsuka grins. "I know."
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Title: Whimsical
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters: Kitayama, Totsuka
Notes: Mysteries. They happen.
"This top is pretty ugly, you know," Totsuka says, indicating Kitayama's (expensive, mind) checked flannel shirt.
Kitayama rolls his eyes. "Then why are you wearing it?"
"I'm wearing both our shirts," Totsuka smiles. "You left our jackets downstairs, and it's cold outside my room. Somebody had to get breakfast from the kitchen."
"You lost the jan-ken," Kitayama snorts. "This is your room. There's an entire closet of other things you could be wearing right there."
"I wanted to take the blanket," Totsuka says, ignoring logic.
"Which would have been over my dead body," Kitayama tells him.
Totsuka grins. "I know."
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Title: Cyclical
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters: Kitayama, Totsuka
Notes: Dedicated to all those times life isn't quite worth the effort. ♥
"Help me do the laundry later?" Totsuka says. ('Later' being a relative term since it's already mid-afternoon.)
"If I must," Kitayama sighs, feeling slothful. (The most exciting thing to happen since breakfast jan-ken was lunch jan-ken.)
"You can stay over another night if you do?" Totsuka offers.
Kitayama hums sleepily. "But then we'll just be washing the sheets again tomorrow…"
"Don't be gross," Totsuka chides.
"I wasn't serious," Kitayama lies.
Totsuka chuckles. "Anyway, there's dried lube all down the inside of your shirt-sleeve here."
"…then why are you wearing it?" Kitayama asks, though can't even be bothered looking properly appalled.
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters: Kitayama, Totsuka
Notes: Following from the other one, for propriety's sake. ♥ But no less left-field.
"Hiromitsu?" Totsuka whispers over Kitayama's ear, voice light. There aren't many who use Kitayama's full given name normally-in the jimusho at least-and Kitayama's brow furrows a bit in foggy puzzlement. "Aren't you awake yet, Hiromitsu?"
A beat, then Kitayama decides that the day can wait and rolls over. Totsuka chuckles inwardly.
"Hiromitsu," he whispers, lowering his tone, "I… I think I'm pregnant-"
Kitayama bolts upright and their skulls connect with an audible crack. Totsuka laughs, clutching his head.
"You aren't funny!" Kitayama snaps, confused fear stamped out by abrupt anger.
Which, really, only makes Totsuka laugh harder.
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Title: Satirical
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters: Kitayama, Totsuka
Notes: Because Johnny's probably sleep with the opposite sex on occasion~
"Why don't you have a hangover?" Kitayama grumps later, only slightly mollified by breakfast-in-bed (and the visible bruise by Totsuka's temple).
"Ueda-sama's secret magic secret," Totsuka smiles, pulling Kitayama's hand down to steal a bite of eel-egg roll from his toothpick. In truth, he just hadn't drunk half as much as Kitayama the night before, but giving Kitayama brow-wrinkles is a fine, time-honoured game and so the secret remains.
"…you need a haircut," Kitayama grunts at length, brushing at the strands of Totsuka's hair tickling his chest with distaste. "I seriously thought you were a girl."
Totsuka grins. "I know."
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Title: Whimsical
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters: Kitayama, Totsuka
Notes: Mysteries. They happen.
"This top is pretty ugly, you know," Totsuka says, indicating Kitayama's (expensive, mind) checked flannel shirt.
Kitayama rolls his eyes. "Then why are you wearing it?"
"I'm wearing both our shirts," Totsuka smiles. "You left our jackets downstairs, and it's cold outside my room. Somebody had to get breakfast from the kitchen."
"You lost the jan-ken," Kitayama snorts. "This is your room. There's an entire closet of other things you could be wearing right there."
"I wanted to take the blanket," Totsuka says, ignoring logic.
"Which would have been over my dead body," Kitayama tells him.
Totsuka grins. "I know."
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Title: Cyclical
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100
Characters: Kitayama, Totsuka
Notes: Dedicated to all those times life isn't quite worth the effort. ♥
"Help me do the laundry later?" Totsuka says. ('Later' being a relative term since it's already mid-afternoon.)
"If I must," Kitayama sighs, feeling slothful. (The most exciting thing to happen since breakfast jan-ken was lunch jan-ken.)
"You can stay over another night if you do?" Totsuka offers.
Kitayama hums sleepily. "But then we'll just be washing the sheets again tomorrow…"
"Don't be gross," Totsuka chides.
"I wasn't serious," Kitayama lies.
Totsuka chuckles. "Anyway, there's dried lube all down the inside of your shirt-sleeve here."
"…then why are you wearing it?" Kitayama asks, though can't even be bothered looking properly appalled.