[LOG] We love the smell of coffee in the morning -- except it’s not there

[rainandsushi]

Who: Gokudera Hayato (fedele_tempesta), Yamamoto Takeshi (rainandsushi)
Status: Closed
Style: Action
Where: Yomisato - somewhere in a fisherman’s store room
When: Week 10, day 6
Rating: R
Warnings: Language. Men in essence just being boys. Absurdity.

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[fedele_tempesta]

[ There is something powerful to be said about waking up to this particular disarray of scents and flavours, catalogued rather unpleasantly upon his tongue. Gokudera has been drinking enough times to know a hangover when he is experiencing one. Sweat, dirt, blood, earth, old alcohol and...fish?

Yes, the smell of fish is for some reason very pertinent.

However, he doesn’t remember the last time when he actually had a pillow to sleep with, instead of just a pile of woolen blanket folded under his head. It’s soft, and it’s comfortable and oh man, he groans as he burrows back into it, wishing he’d have two so he could draw the other one over his head...

--dera. Wake up.

Okay. Okay. Just five minutes more

[rainandsushi]

[Apparently, listening to another voice other than his own seem to make Yamamoto’s head hurt even more. It also makes his body tense which in return makes his stomach clench and that in and of itself is not exactly the best thing to happen right now. Because there goes all that stomach acid and alcohol and whatever other junk he did manage to ingest the other night causing a wild riot. And it really, really did not feel the least bit pleasant.

Never mind the banging noises in his head. It’s like having thousands of Gokuderas simultaneously letting dynamites explode.

Ridiculous.

And yet, somehow in the middle of all this, Yamamoto manages to miraculously think. No doubt from all the hitman experience; multi-tasking brain functions is something that comes with time.

What kind of an absurd question is that?

So it might be wiser to give the man another nudge so that Gokudera can actually, sort of, hopefully, roll off his ass. Because the humor and joke of it all is starting to settle in to Yamamoto’s system. And it’s amusing him even

[fedele_tempesta]

[ Never mind, Gokudera is promptly falling back asleep when the second poke comes. God damn, just leave me alone! I'll fucking snuggle whatever I like, even you-- ]

...your ass? [ he asks a bit shakily, his head slowly rising from his 'pillow' which seems to be oddly attached to those damn endless legs.

He cracks open the other eye as well, following the inner seam of Yamamoto's pants, up, and to his ass, (quite so it seems,) under Gokudera's head.

This is just too...
Is the idiot laughing?
...embarrassing.

Scrambling up and the hell away is not a good idea when your stomach is trying to fit in you and roaring up a storm of hellfire in order to get out. But Gokudera feels the task deeply necessary when his half awake braincells finally grasp the situation he has managed to get himself in.

-the hell...?
A pillow? A god damned pillow?Back against a wall, (which is not that far,) he pauses to look over at Yamamoto. The idiot is laughing on the floor, clutching a footwear that looks horribly familiar, hugging something that

[rainandsushi]

[The laughter is forced to subside and is cut off with a deep and slow shaky breath as Yamamoto really pushes himself up and sits beside the said fish. That he is not hugging at all but nevertheless, Yamamoto does look down at his hand.

And the sandal.

It's a horrid sandal, now that he thinks about it. And looks at it.]

Yep, this is yours. Here, you can have it back. It's horrible.

[Yamamoto tosses the sandal over and somehow tries to straighten his clothes -- ]

I fell asleep on the fish. It's not like I could get up seeing as how you were quite comfortable where you were sleeping --

[ -- and stops promptly when he feels something odd in the inner pocket of his blazer. He didn't feel it before but then again there are parts of him that are still a bit numb from the beating last night along with the alcohol. But now that his mind is starting to actually function a little bit closer to normal levels, he does feel something around his side. A pain that is not from the beating

[fedele_tempesta]

[ With mild interest, Gokudera follows Yamamoto's antics, mutters few curses under his breath at the insults about his sandal (but can't quite find it in himself to argue. It is a horrible shoe). But it isn't before the pair of the said shoe emerges that he decides to speak up.

Now this is beyond ridiculous, it's already borderline crazy. ]

How should I know? [ he snaps, leaning over to grab the first sandal and slips it onto his dirty foot. ] You're the one who stole my shoes.

Now give it back!

[ The command is accompanied by a hand stretching carefully towards Yamamoto, palm open, fingers curling.

Today would be good, fish-lover. ]