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scriveyner) wrote2017-05-10 01:10 pm
scriveyner) wrote2017-05-10 01:10 pm
Samurai Flamenco (Babyfic) - #11 - Kigurumi [Gotou/Masayoshi]
Title: #11 - Kigurumi
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 740
Summary: Gotou sighed as he looked over Masayoshi’s shoulder, staring forlornly at the phone screen. “I knew I heard the camera shutter,” he said.
Gotou sighed as he looked over Masayoshi’s shoulder, staring forlornly at the phone screen. “I knew I heard the camera shutter,” he said.
Masayoshi beamed at him. “I sent it to your mother,” he said cheerfully, and Gotou groaned a little.
“She’s going to share it with everyone,” he said. “That’s going to be on the internet in less than a day.” He leaned forward and the hood slipped a little, so Gotou reached to push it back but remembered the tiny person sitting on his shoulders when Masanori tugged on the hood’s ears.
“It’s too cute!” Masayoshi said, beaming. He had rubbed his nose at some point, and that smeared the black makeup and the painted-on whiskers. “What do you think, little bird? Is your daddy a ferocious wolf?”
Masanori’s response was mumbled into the top of Gotou’s hood. Gotou smiled a little and shifted his shoulders, one hand on Masanori’s ankle to balance him.
He had been waylaid coming in the door– Masayoshi first with a soft outfit, already wearing his own and facepaint fresh on his cheeks. Gotou was very much interested in sitting this one out but between Masayoshi’s puppy-dog eyes and Masanori’s eyes quickly filling with “why won’t daddy play along” tears he grudgingly changed into the outfit.
Then Keiko had jumped on him, facepaint in hand, and … Gotou was scared to look in a mirror.
“I’m a tanuki!” Keiko exclaimed, bouncing on her feet. She hopped around the room like a kangaroo, and Gotou watched her, eyebrow raised in amusement.
“'nuki,” Masanori mumbled, tugging on Gotou’s hood again. Gotou got the distinct impression that he was chewing on one of the floppy cloth ears.
“Why is this happening?” he asked Masayoshi, and Masayoshi beamed at him. “Why did you text my mother?”
“Because you’re a cute big bad wolf,” Masayoshi said, and touched his finger to the tip of Gotou’s nose. “And big bad wolves and sleepy little foxes ought to go get ready for dinner, don’t you think?”
“And tanuki!” Keiko exclaimed. She had clambered up onto the sofa, and held onto the back with both hands, bouncing on the cushion.
“Tanuki don’t climb on the furniture,” Gotou said firmly, and Keiko thought about this for a moment but did not get down.
“No they don’t,” Masayoshi agreed, tucking his phone into some unseen pocket on his light-colored outfit. “But … kitty cats do!” He lunged over the back of the couch and Keiko jumped off but didn’t quite make it, caught up in Masayoshi’s arms. She squealed and kicked, the tail of her tanuki robe wiggling around as Masayoshi laughed, nuzzling her face. “Kitty kisses!” he yelled, and she giggled, pushing his head away with both hands.
“No, no!” she yelped.
Gotou shook his head, amused, and patted Masanori’s little socked foot. “Too bad your daddy put his phone away, because I think your gramma would like pictures of that, too.”
Masayoshi lifted his head from Keiko’s cheek, the drawn-on whiskers smeared even worse. “You know who ELSE needs kitty kisses?” he said conspiratorially.
“Daddy!” Keiko yelled, flailing her arms in his direction.
“Oh no,” Gotou said, putting both his hands on Masanori’s ankles, prepared to bolt. “Stay over there, ‘yoshi, you’re smearing face paint on everything.”
Masayoshi didn’t put Keiko down, but held her in his arms before himself. “Shall we get daddy?” he asked Keiko, resting his chin on the crown of her head, between the ears on her costume. She nodded her head as much as she could, arms held out in Gotou’s direction.
“Get daddy,” she agreed, and Gotou realized he didn’t have anywhere to run.
“Oh no,” he said, mostly resigned to his fate.
They still had to chase him.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 740
Summary: Gotou sighed as he looked over Masayoshi’s shoulder, staring forlornly at the phone screen. “I knew I heard the camera shutter,” he said.
Gotou sighed as he looked over Masayoshi’s shoulder, staring forlornly at the phone screen. “I knew I heard the camera shutter,” he said.
Masayoshi beamed at him. “I sent it to your mother,” he said cheerfully, and Gotou groaned a little.
“She’s going to share it with everyone,” he said. “That’s going to be on the internet in less than a day.” He leaned forward and the hood slipped a little, so Gotou reached to push it back but remembered the tiny person sitting on his shoulders when Masanori tugged on the hood’s ears.
“It’s too cute!” Masayoshi said, beaming. He had rubbed his nose at some point, and that smeared the black makeup and the painted-on whiskers. “What do you think, little bird? Is your daddy a ferocious wolf?”
Masanori’s response was mumbled into the top of Gotou’s hood. Gotou smiled a little and shifted his shoulders, one hand on Masanori’s ankle to balance him.
He had been waylaid coming in the door– Masayoshi first with a soft outfit, already wearing his own and facepaint fresh on his cheeks. Gotou was very much interested in sitting this one out but between Masayoshi’s puppy-dog eyes and Masanori’s eyes quickly filling with “why won’t daddy play along” tears he grudgingly changed into the outfit.
Then Keiko had jumped on him, facepaint in hand, and … Gotou was scared to look in a mirror.
“I’m a tanuki!” Keiko exclaimed, bouncing on her feet. She hopped around the room like a kangaroo, and Gotou watched her, eyebrow raised in amusement.
“'nuki,” Masanori mumbled, tugging on Gotou’s hood again. Gotou got the distinct impression that he was chewing on one of the floppy cloth ears.
“Why is this happening?” he asked Masayoshi, and Masayoshi beamed at him. “Why did you text my mother?”
“Because you’re a cute big bad wolf,” Masayoshi said, and touched his finger to the tip of Gotou’s nose. “And big bad wolves and sleepy little foxes ought to go get ready for dinner, don’t you think?”
“And tanuki!” Keiko exclaimed. She had clambered up onto the sofa, and held onto the back with both hands, bouncing on the cushion.
“Tanuki don’t climb on the furniture,” Gotou said firmly, and Keiko thought about this for a moment but did not get down.
“No they don’t,” Masayoshi agreed, tucking his phone into some unseen pocket on his light-colored outfit. “But … kitty cats do!” He lunged over the back of the couch and Keiko jumped off but didn’t quite make it, caught up in Masayoshi’s arms. She squealed and kicked, the tail of her tanuki robe wiggling around as Masayoshi laughed, nuzzling her face. “Kitty kisses!” he yelled, and she giggled, pushing his head away with both hands.
“No, no!” she yelped.
Gotou shook his head, amused, and patted Masanori’s little socked foot. “Too bad your daddy put his phone away, because I think your gramma would like pictures of that, too.”
Masayoshi lifted his head from Keiko’s cheek, the drawn-on whiskers smeared even worse. “You know who ELSE needs kitty kisses?” he said conspiratorially.
“Daddy!” Keiko yelled, flailing her arms in his direction.
“Oh no,” Gotou said, putting both his hands on Masanori’s ankles, prepared to bolt. “Stay over there, ‘yoshi, you’re smearing face paint on everything.”
Masayoshi didn’t put Keiko down, but held her in his arms before himself. “Shall we get daddy?” he asked Keiko, resting his chin on the crown of her head, between the ears on her costume. She nodded her head as much as she could, arms held out in Gotou’s direction.
“Get daddy,” she agreed, and Gotou realized he didn’t have anywhere to run.
“Oh no,” he said, mostly resigned to his fate.
They still had to chase him.