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scriveynerTitle: Get Up Early
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 357
Summary: "That canNOT be the alarm."
“That cannot be the alarm,” Gotou’s voice was drowsy and buried in the pillow behind Masayoshi’s head. He was hoping desperately that he was hallucinating the buzzing phone - but it was out of reach, cleverly plugged in on the other side of the room, requiring someone to stagger out of bed to shut it off. “It’s not even daylight, is it?”
Masayoshi raised his head and squinted - the clock by the television did indeed show at a quarter till six - and then he dropped his head back to the pillow and sighed deeply. After a moment Gotou nudged him. “Oi, you’re not going back to SLEEP-?”
“Snooze is on the other side of the room, you’re welcome to it,” Masayoshi said.
Gotou huffed against the back of his head, and then physically shoved him out of bed. Masayoshi yelped - he had used both hands and feet, and Masayoshi was propelled over the edge of the mattress. It wasn’t very high off the ground, but it still hurt. “Hey!”
When he turned around, Gotou had burrowed under the pillow, clutching it tight around his head. Masayoshi pulled on the bedsheets, and there was a brief game of tug-of-war as Gotou wasn’t about to relinquish his grip on them. “You have to get up too!”
To coincide with Masayoshi’s point, Gotou’s cell phone alarm went off, joining the repetitive melody that was Masayoshi’s.
“God dammit,” Gotou said, muffled. Masayoshi climbed back on the bed and worked on peeling the pillow out of Gotou’s hands. “Why the hell did we set the alarm so early?”
Masayoshi flung the pillow overboard and loomed over Gotou. “I know why,” he murmured, and slung himself over Gotou’s chest. Gotou blinked up at him sleepily as Masayoshi kissed him.
“Oh,” he said after a moment. “That’s why.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 357
Summary: "That canNOT be the alarm."
“That cannot be the alarm,” Gotou’s voice was drowsy and buried in the pillow behind Masayoshi’s head. He was hoping desperately that he was hallucinating the buzzing phone - but it was out of reach, cleverly plugged in on the other side of the room, requiring someone to stagger out of bed to shut it off. “It’s not even daylight, is it?”
Masayoshi raised his head and squinted - the clock by the television did indeed show at a quarter till six - and then he dropped his head back to the pillow and sighed deeply. After a moment Gotou nudged him. “Oi, you’re not going back to SLEEP-?”
“Snooze is on the other side of the room, you’re welcome to it,” Masayoshi said.
Gotou huffed against the back of his head, and then physically shoved him out of bed. Masayoshi yelped - he had used both hands and feet, and Masayoshi was propelled over the edge of the mattress. It wasn’t very high off the ground, but it still hurt. “Hey!”
When he turned around, Gotou had burrowed under the pillow, clutching it tight around his head. Masayoshi pulled on the bedsheets, and there was a brief game of tug-of-war as Gotou wasn’t about to relinquish his grip on them. “You have to get up too!”
To coincide with Masayoshi’s point, Gotou’s cell phone alarm went off, joining the repetitive melody that was Masayoshi’s.
“God dammit,” Gotou said, muffled. Masayoshi climbed back on the bed and worked on peeling the pillow out of Gotou’s hands. “Why the hell did we set the alarm so early?”
Masayoshi flung the pillow overboard and loomed over Gotou. “I know why,” he murmured, and slung himself over Gotou’s chest. Gotou blinked up at him sleepily as Masayoshi kissed him.
“Oh,” he said after a moment. “That’s why.”
