Kyo Kara Maoh: Complimentary
All my flisters are about to hate me. It's another "clean out the notebook" night. Main fic index (which I really need to update) is here.
Title: Complimentary
Series: none
Word Count: 157
Rating: G
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Summary: Josak is one of the greatest assets the Maou has, but there are some things even he can't do.
Notes: mysocalledhell asked to reassign her Fandom Surprise prompt (wings/flight) to Kyo Kara Maoh. I seem to be on a roll with this fandom lately.
Josak tilted his head to the side and squinted, more to have something to do than from the belief that what he saw would suddenly make sense. “It’s got…wings?” he ventured uncertainly.
“Does it?” Yuuri asked from the vicinity of Josak’s left elbow. “I thought it was…something. Unique.”
Josak snorted, recognizing one of Conrad’s favorite fall-back compliments for things that really, really didn’t deserve to be complimented. “’Fraid you’re gonna haveta come up with something better than that, Your Majesty.”
“How?” Yuuri asked helplessly. “I can’t even tell if that’s paint or…or…I don’t even know.”
“And we do not want to know,” Josak firmly asserted just as he caught the sound of a particular artist’s footsteps heading in their direction. “Here he comes,” he warned. Yuuri just groaned. “Bat your eyelashes and smile at him,” Josak suggested. “Maybe he’ll forget to ask what you think.”
Yuuri perked up a bit at that. “You think?”
“No.”
“We’re doomed.”
Title: Complimentary
Series: none
Word Count: 157
Rating: G
dp
Summary: Josak is one of the greatest assets the Maou has, but there are some things even he can't do.
Notes: mysocalledhell asked to reassign her Fandom Surprise prompt (wings/flight) to Kyo Kara Maoh. I seem to be on a roll with this fandom lately.
Josak tilted his head to the side and squinted, more to have something to do than from the belief that what he saw would suddenly make sense. “It’s got…wings?” he ventured uncertainly.
“Does it?” Yuuri asked from the vicinity of Josak’s left elbow. “I thought it was…something. Unique.”
Josak snorted, recognizing one of Conrad’s favorite fall-back compliments for things that really, really didn’t deserve to be complimented. “’Fraid you’re gonna haveta come up with something better than that, Your Majesty.”
“How?” Yuuri asked helplessly. “I can’t even tell if that’s paint or…or…I don’t even know.”
“And we do not want to know,” Josak firmly asserted just as he caught the sound of a particular artist’s footsteps heading in their direction. “Here he comes,” he warned. Yuuri just groaned. “Bat your eyelashes and smile at him,” Josak suggested. “Maybe he’ll forget to ask what you think.”
Yuuri perked up a bit at that. “You think?”
“No.”
“We’re doomed.”