[Rave] Almond Coffee (30kisses)
Title: Almond Coffee
Author: Umi-chii
Pairing: Shuda/Sieg
Fandom: Rave
Theme: #5 - “ano sa…”
Disclaimer: It’s been more than six years, and I’ve still yet to successfully bribe Hiro Mashima.
A/N: I have three other pending 30kisses fics, and I have no idea how to finish them. And I know I shouldn’t be starting on a new one when I still have yet to add a single word to those three. For the past one year.
Almond Coffee
For 30_kisses, #5
The almond-cream (well, that’s what the box was claiming it to be, when it’s clearly not) coated pretzel held daintily by two fingers was scrutinized rather mercilessly by a pair of purple eyes. No matter how many times his beau will persuade, he just had to refuse.
“This is not almond flavored.”
Eight times. He had stated that eight times, and if Shuda dares to refute again, he’s going to stab the redhead in the eye. With this damn, belying pretzel.
“Oh, God, can’t you just let it go?”
Exasperation was clear in his boyfriend’s voice, but Sieg chose to ignore it for the sake of glaring at Shuda’s ignorance.
“You actually expect me to pretend the fact that this is almond flavored when it's clearly not, just because the company behind this pretzel-”
“Pocky.”
“-pretzel printed it as such on its box?”
Shuda sighed, taking the box of Pocky away from Sieg’s hand.
“It’s enough to just like it and eat it. You don’t have to criticize it.”
“I’ll do what I want.”
“And you will not do what I do not want.”
Sieg glared at his beau.
“You can’t order me around just like that.”
“Sieg, please. If you like it, eat it. If not, fine. I’ll just finish it myself.”
“But Shuda, you obviously can’t let me ignore that-”
“Will you shut up if I force you to make out with me then have wild monkey sex right here on the couch?”
Silence. A long string of it. Shuda counted to five, and when Sieg only stared dumbly at him, he couldn’t help but throw the box of opened Pocky away (to another couch, he hoped). Then he jumped on Sieg, throwing the unaware man onto his back with little care of the other’s permission.
It’s not like he needed one anyway.
*
“Hey, you know…”
The redhead grumbled, “Yeah?”
“It tasted like coffee.”
A pregnant pause, then a sigh.
“Just go to sleep.”
END
Author: Umi-chii
Pairing: Shuda/Sieg
Fandom: Rave
Theme: #5 - “ano sa…”
Disclaimer: It’s been more than six years, and I’ve still yet to successfully bribe Hiro Mashima.
A/N: I have three other pending 30kisses fics, and I have no idea how to finish them. And I know I shouldn’t be starting on a new one when I still have yet to add a single word to those three. For the past one year.
Almond Coffee
For 30_kisses, #5
The almond-cream (well, that’s what the box was claiming it to be, when it’s clearly not) coated pretzel held daintily by two fingers was scrutinized rather mercilessly by a pair of purple eyes. No matter how many times his beau will persuade, he just had to refuse.
“This is not almond flavored.”
Eight times. He had stated that eight times, and if Shuda dares to refute again, he’s going to stab the redhead in the eye. With this damn, belying pretzel.
“Oh, God, can’t you just let it go?”
Exasperation was clear in his boyfriend’s voice, but Sieg chose to ignore it for the sake of glaring at Shuda’s ignorance.
“You actually expect me to pretend the fact that this is almond flavored when it's clearly not, just because the company behind this pretzel-”
“Pocky.”
“-pretzel printed it as such on its box?”
Shuda sighed, taking the box of Pocky away from Sieg’s hand.
“It’s enough to just like it and eat it. You don’t have to criticize it.”
“I’ll do what I want.”
“And you will not do what I do not want.”
Sieg glared at his beau.
“You can’t order me around just like that.”
“Sieg, please. If you like it, eat it. If not, fine. I’ll just finish it myself.”
“But Shuda, you obviously can’t let me ignore that-”
“Will you shut up if I force you to make out with me then have wild monkey sex right here on the couch?”
Silence. A long string of it. Shuda counted to five, and when Sieg only stared dumbly at him, he couldn’t help but throw the box of opened Pocky away (to another couch, he hoped). Then he jumped on Sieg, throwing the unaware man onto his back with little care of the other’s permission.
It’s not like he needed one anyway.
*
“Hey, you know…”
The redhead grumbled, “Yeah?”
“It tasted like coffee.”
A pregnant pause, then a sigh.
“Just go to sleep.”
END