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scriveynerTitle: Already Living
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou, Totsuka
Rating: T
Length: 317
Summary: "Tell Hazama-kun I said hello."
It was a good thing when work was slow, Gotou knew - but it didn’t make the shift pass any quicker, and every time he glanced at the clock on the wall it looked like the hour hand had traveled in the opposite direction. He was not usually this impatient for the day to end, but his phone had been lighting up like a Christmas display on steroids for the last hour and a half, and while he had flipped it over so he would not be tempted by the text messages it buzzed every time a message was received, and THAT wasn’t helping either.
Masayoshi loved to spam him text messages while he was at work, especially if he wasn’t currently doing anything. And as a model, he had a lot of times where he could sit for five or ten minutes and just text, text, text and light up Gotou’s phone like it was on fire. On one hand, he liked getting messages from Masayoshi, no matter how inane they were - currently he was upset about a toy release, saying that there was something wrong with the toy’s accuracy (he preordered it anyway, Gotou had no idea where he planned to put it) - but on the other hand, at least She was SUBTLE when she was texting.
His phone buzzed several times in succession and Gotou finally gave in, flipping it over and scrolling through a long line of missed texts; including at least two pictures of the toy in question and one of Masayoshi in the makeup chair. Gotou put his chin in his hand and smiled fondly at his phone.
“Tell Hazama-kun I said hello,” Totsuka said from his desk, and Gotou jumped guiltily and then flipped his phone face down again on reflex.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou, Totsuka
Rating: T
Length: 317
Summary: "Tell Hazama-kun I said hello."
It was a good thing when work was slow, Gotou knew - but it didn’t make the shift pass any quicker, and every time he glanced at the clock on the wall it looked like the hour hand had traveled in the opposite direction. He was not usually this impatient for the day to end, but his phone had been lighting up like a Christmas display on steroids for the last hour and a half, and while he had flipped it over so he would not be tempted by the text messages it buzzed every time a message was received, and THAT wasn’t helping either.
Masayoshi loved to spam him text messages while he was at work, especially if he wasn’t currently doing anything. And as a model, he had a lot of times where he could sit for five or ten minutes and just text, text, text and light up Gotou’s phone like it was on fire. On one hand, he liked getting messages from Masayoshi, no matter how inane they were - currently he was upset about a toy release, saying that there was something wrong with the toy’s accuracy (he preordered it anyway, Gotou had no idea where he planned to put it) - but on the other hand, at least She was SUBTLE when she was texting.
His phone buzzed several times in succession and Gotou finally gave in, flipping it over and scrolling through a long line of missed texts; including at least two pictures of the toy in question and one of Masayoshi in the makeup chair. Gotou put his chin in his hand and smiled fondly at his phone.
“Tell Hazama-kun I said hello,” Totsuka said from his desk, and Gotou jumped guiltily and then flipped his phone face down again on reflex.
