Kansaki Sou - Flowery Prose [KenshinEd]
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scriveynerTitle: Flowery Prose
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Kenshin/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 349
Summary: "It weirds me out when you go to ground."
“It weirds me out when you go to ground,” Edward said, sliding the rice-paper door aside. “You yell at me when I disappear all day."
Kenshin looked up from the small table he was kneeling behind. "I do not yell at you,” he sniffed.
“Bullshit you don’t.” Edward leaned in the room. “What the hell are you doing in here, I didn’t even realize that there were rooms on the other side of the dojo.” He did not cross the threshold into the room though, balanced on his knees he put one hand on the tatami floor.
“Writing,” Kenshin said, indicating the low table before him. “Sometimes instead of meditation, I will compose haiku. It is very calming."
"You’re in here writing poetry,” Edward said, and sat back on his heels. “You can’t do that inside, where it isn’t a thousand fucking degrees?"
"I am inside,” Kenshin said, insulted.
Edward glared at him, and Kenshin picked up the brush again. “You knew what I meant."
"And from the one who bitches about the air conditioning constantly, I find it quite bemusing.” Kenshin pulled his kimono sleeve back and dipped the brush in ink. “If it’s too hot for you in here, perhaps you should return to the house."
Edward sat back and pulled off his boots, kicking them off the polished wood. Kenshin frowned at that, tracking the footwear. "You aren’t supposed to wear those inside,” he scolded, and Edward rolled his eyes.
“It’s a porch, I forget,” he said. “At least I know to take them off before I come inside.” He edged in the room, and walked on his knees over to the table. Kenshin raised an eyebrow at him. “What? I want to see what you’ve wrote."
"It is in Japanese,” Kenshin said patiently.
“So?” Edward said.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Characters/Pairing: Kenshin/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 349
Summary: "It weirds me out when you go to ground."
“It weirds me out when you go to ground,” Edward said, sliding the rice-paper door aside. “You yell at me when I disappear all day."
Kenshin looked up from the small table he was kneeling behind. "I do not yell at you,” he sniffed.
“Bullshit you don’t.” Edward leaned in the room. “What the hell are you doing in here, I didn’t even realize that there were rooms on the other side of the dojo.” He did not cross the threshold into the room though, balanced on his knees he put one hand on the tatami floor.
“Writing,” Kenshin said, indicating the low table before him. “Sometimes instead of meditation, I will compose haiku. It is very calming."
"You’re in here writing poetry,” Edward said, and sat back on his heels. “You can’t do that inside, where it isn’t a thousand fucking degrees?"
"I am inside,” Kenshin said, insulted.
Edward glared at him, and Kenshin picked up the brush again. “You knew what I meant."
"And from the one who bitches about the air conditioning constantly, I find it quite bemusing.” Kenshin pulled his kimono sleeve back and dipped the brush in ink. “If it’s too hot for you in here, perhaps you should return to the house."
Edward sat back and pulled off his boots, kicking them off the polished wood. Kenshin frowned at that, tracking the footwear. "You aren’t supposed to wear those inside,” he scolded, and Edward rolled his eyes.
“It’s a porch, I forget,” he said. “At least I know to take them off before I come inside.” He edged in the room, and walked on his knees over to the table. Kenshin raised an eyebrow at him. “What? I want to see what you’ve wrote."
"It is in Japanese,” Kenshin said patiently.
“So?” Edward said.
