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scriveyner) wrote2014-08-01 09:33 am
scriveyner) wrote2014-08-01 09:33 am
Samurai Flamenco - cedar woodchips [Gotoyoshi]
Title: cedar woodchips
Fandom: Samurai FLamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 298
Summary: "I want to go to the beach."
“I want to go to the beach,” Masayoshi said suddenly, kicking his feet through the mulch that lay scattered under the swing set.
Gotou was lighting a cigarette, sitting on the swing next to his. “…okay?” They had been walking in the twilight together, as it was the only time they could do so without being bothered by tourists or any of Masayoshi’s growing fan club. “Why?”
Masayoshi leaned back on the swing, holding the chains and sticking his legs straight out, balancing. “We haven’t gone anywhere together yet,” he said. “And it’s summer. It’ll be fun!”
Gotou considered him, scuffing his feet through the mulch as he thought. Somehow any trip with Masayoshi screamed ‘trap’ - but, it could be fun. It could also go very wrong, but it wouldn’t be dull. “All right,” he said, and exhaled a stream of smoke into the muggy summer evening.
Masayoshi almost fell off the swing straightening up. “Really?!”
“Sure,” Gotou looked up at the dark blue of the sky above - the city lights, muted though they were in the park still shadowed all but the brightest of the stars. “Could be fun, I guess.”
Masayoshi swung a little, back and forth, the swing set creaking with the motion. “We’re gonna go on a trip together,” he yelled, and Gotou grabbed the chain of his swing mid-arc.
“Oi,” he said, as Masayoshi yelped as the swing went sideways. “What happened to not being a nuisance, huh?”
“Oops,” Masayoshi said, but he was grinning.
Fandom: Samurai FLamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 298
Summary: "I want to go to the beach."
“I want to go to the beach,” Masayoshi said suddenly, kicking his feet through the mulch that lay scattered under the swing set.
Gotou was lighting a cigarette, sitting on the swing next to his. “…okay?” They had been walking in the twilight together, as it was the only time they could do so without being bothered by tourists or any of Masayoshi’s growing fan club. “Why?”
Masayoshi leaned back on the swing, holding the chains and sticking his legs straight out, balancing. “We haven’t gone anywhere together yet,” he said. “And it’s summer. It’ll be fun!”
Gotou considered him, scuffing his feet through the mulch as he thought. Somehow any trip with Masayoshi screamed ‘trap’ - but, it could be fun. It could also go very wrong, but it wouldn’t be dull. “All right,” he said, and exhaled a stream of smoke into the muggy summer evening.
Masayoshi almost fell off the swing straightening up. “Really?!”
“Sure,” Gotou looked up at the dark blue of the sky above - the city lights, muted though they were in the park still shadowed all but the brightest of the stars. “Could be fun, I guess.”
Masayoshi swung a little, back and forth, the swing set creaking with the motion. “We’re gonna go on a trip together,” he yelled, and Gotou grabbed the chain of his swing mid-arc.
“Oi,” he said, as Masayoshi yelped as the swing went sideways. “What happened to not being a nuisance, huh?”
“Oops,” Masayoshi said, but he was grinning.