SHENANIGANS

[sequincy]

Who: Ishida Uryuu, underachieves & yosukecantstop.
When: Monday morning
Where: Uryuu's apartment
Summary: Funny awkward things.
Warnings: idek
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[yosukecantstop]

Yosuke, on the other hand, is not well-rested, and definitely not happy. He's slumped over the table in a grumpy, ruffled pile, hair staticky from burying his head under a pillow all night. Thanks, dude. Really.

On the bright side? There's already tea. But a tired grunt is all the greeting Uryuu is getting this morning.

[underachieves]

A transformation technique is one of those things... It's simple and doesn't consume much chakra, so it's easy to forget about. Useful when preparing an attack, so that one isn't too distracted to use other techniques simultaneously.

...Not so great when one is sleepy and forgets to dispel it before wandering out of the bedroom.

Drifting into the kitchen now is a beauty wearing nothing but a faded, over-sized Nirvana t-shirt. It falls well above mid-thigh and leaves very little to the imagination, but what does it matter when she thinks she's only in the company of her lover? She's so worn out, she isn't paying attention. She rubs at her eyes and manages somehow not to smear her perfect mascara, then brushes her silky black hair back with her fingers. The effect is supernatural, of course - no one looks that good straight out of bed.

She sneaks up behind Uryuu to kiss the back of his neck.

[sequincy]

Keigo's up before noon for once - ? No, wait, it's Yosuke.

"Oh, good morning." He blinks, then spies the tea pot. Well, it was kind of him to brew enough for everyone. - Everyone. Shikamaru. Had he remembered to tell - ?

The settling of a full bosom and warm lips against his back and neck derail the thought.

"A-ah..." His face colors. Uryuu was far less shy last night, but things change when there's someone in your kitchen. He pulls Shikamaru's arm around his waist and squeezes 'her' hand. He clears his throat. "Good morning. ...I believe you know Yosuke?"

[yosukecantstop]

Yosuke's eyes wander up and down the girl automatically, but only briefly enough to make his cheeks go a little warm. Any longer would be disrespectful to the dude who happened to be lending him a couch for the time being. Nice, he menally tosses out to Uryuu. Because, damn.

He clears his throat a little just to make sure his voice won't do something embarrassing -it gets a little oakey in the morning, but still breaks easily before it warms up- and shakes his head, slowly.

"Uh, no. We haven't officially. Uh. I mean." He coughs, and turns his eyes down to the table for a second before bringing them back up, slowly. "I'm Hanamura Yosuke. It's...well. Don't worry, I won't be in the way for very long."