[KRDen-O;prose] new year's eve, 2008
Nogami Ryoutarou, Imagin-tachi
Notes: Daily life AU. Momo/Ryou, Kin/Ura
Ura gets them both a little tipsy on new year's eve, though by the end of the night he's the one who's the most inebriated, judging by the increasingly forced drunken cheer between bouts of sudden irritability. Ryuuta is a sleepy, fussy mess; bored ages ago due to being barred from drinking alcohol and full on a mix of broken chips, cold pretzels and pizza. The television blares a variety, brightly coloured and flashing, but Ryoutarou thinks that none of them are watching it, the tinny applause just mere background noise.
All he can feel is Momo's closeness, long legs overlapping Ryoutarou's, chest pressed warmly against Ryoutarou's back. His hair tickles Ryoutarou's ear as he lunges forward to argue with Ura about something nonsensical, something about kamen rider kabuto versus gatack. Ryoutarou doesn't really follow sunday morning live action shows, although he's always peripherally aware of them where Momo turns the tv on in the mornings, while he drowses under the covers.
"Gatack is stronger, of course," Urashima sniffs, and scowls when Kin-chan takes the beer can away from him for the fifth time. He pushes away the glass of water offered, and settles for glaring somewhere above Momo's head.
"You just like him because he's blue," Momo tells him, and leans back, pulling Ryoutarou with him. His arm is warm around Ryoutarou's stomach. Ryoutarou feels pleasantly sleepy, lulled by the half-hearted debate.
"He's not called the God of War for nothing." Ura's voice is quietly heated, brow furrowed. Ryoutarou thinks of stopping Momo before he riles up Ura any further, because it's never nice to have them fighting, especially when it's so nice now. But before he could do anything Kin-chan catches his eye and nods. The other man gently taps the corner of Ura's unhappy mouth, drawing his attention.
"Happy new year," Kin-chan murmurs as the television counts down, and kisses Ura. Ryoutarou watches, almost pleased, when Ura gives up fighting and holds his arms open rather drunkenly as though he wants to be hugged.
Outside, fireworks go off in muffled blasts, and Ryoutarou lifts his face to be kissed too. He can feel Momo's body tense up slightly, before a gentle, hesitant peck lands on his lips.
Notes: Daily life AU. Momo/Ryou, Kin/Ura
Ura gets them both a little tipsy on new year's eve, though by the end of the night he's the one who's the most inebriated, judging by the increasingly forced drunken cheer between bouts of sudden irritability. Ryuuta is a sleepy, fussy mess; bored ages ago due to being barred from drinking alcohol and full on a mix of broken chips, cold pretzels and pizza. The television blares a variety, brightly coloured and flashing, but Ryoutarou thinks that none of them are watching it, the tinny applause just mere background noise.
All he can feel is Momo's closeness, long legs overlapping Ryoutarou's, chest pressed warmly against Ryoutarou's back. His hair tickles Ryoutarou's ear as he lunges forward to argue with Ura about something nonsensical, something about kamen rider kabuto versus gatack. Ryoutarou doesn't really follow sunday morning live action shows, although he's always peripherally aware of them where Momo turns the tv on in the mornings, while he drowses under the covers.
"Gatack is stronger, of course," Urashima sniffs, and scowls when Kin-chan takes the beer can away from him for the fifth time. He pushes away the glass of water offered, and settles for glaring somewhere above Momo's head.
"You just like him because he's blue," Momo tells him, and leans back, pulling Ryoutarou with him. His arm is warm around Ryoutarou's stomach. Ryoutarou feels pleasantly sleepy, lulled by the half-hearted debate.
"He's not called the God of War for nothing." Ura's voice is quietly heated, brow furrowed. Ryoutarou thinks of stopping Momo before he riles up Ura any further, because it's never nice to have them fighting, especially when it's so nice now. But before he could do anything Kin-chan catches his eye and nods. The other man gently taps the corner of Ura's unhappy mouth, drawing his attention.
"Happy new year," Kin-chan murmurs as the television counts down, and kisses Ura. Ryoutarou watches, almost pleased, when Ura gives up fighting and holds his arms open rather drunkenly as though he wants to be hugged.
Outside, fireworks go off in muffled blasts, and Ryoutarou lifts his face to be kissed too. He can feel Momo's body tense up slightly, before a gentle, hesitant peck lands on his lips.