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scriveynerTitle: it felt like
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 356
Summary: "I'm going to enjoy having a couch again."
“I’m going to enjoy having a couch again,” Gotou said, seated on the bed and leaning back against the wall. He had his phone out, but he was scrolling through websites and trying to ignore the fact that Masayoshi had decided his lap made a better pillow than the actual pillows on the bed.
“You never had a couch, I had a couch,” Masayoshi said absently. He was playing a handheld game system - given the tinny yelling that emanated from it it was probably one of the shitty knockoff Flamengers games he’d downloaded from the internet. He had been so proud he’d found this cache of fan-created games, at least until he found the ‘undress a Flamenger’ one.
Gotou maybe saved that one to his phone to torture Masayoshi with later. (Among other scientific uses.)
“Yes it was your couch, and I slept on it several times, and I can’t wait to have a couch again.” Gotou switched over to a cell phone game.
“Good. I need someplace to banish you to when you’re being stupid,” Masayoshi said, never ceasing in his button pressing. “Besides, I don’t think you slept on the old couch. You slept under the table a few times though.”
“Don’t remind me,” Gotou muttered. “I still get nightmares about that tequila hangover.” He lowered his phone and glared at the top of Masayoshi’s head. “Also, what the hell makes you think I’M going to be the one spending nights on the couch?”
Masayoshi looked up at him from the game and grinned. “Well, if you’re GOOD, you won’t have to worry about that, hm?”
Gotou put his phone down and pinched both of Masayoshi’s cheeks. “You do not get to kick me out of OUR bed,” he growled. “You do just as much stupid shit, you costume-wearing freak.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 356
Summary: "I'm going to enjoy having a couch again."
“I’m going to enjoy having a couch again,” Gotou said, seated on the bed and leaning back against the wall. He had his phone out, but he was scrolling through websites and trying to ignore the fact that Masayoshi had decided his lap made a better pillow than the actual pillows on the bed.
“You never had a couch, I had a couch,” Masayoshi said absently. He was playing a handheld game system - given the tinny yelling that emanated from it it was probably one of the shitty knockoff Flamengers games he’d downloaded from the internet. He had been so proud he’d found this cache of fan-created games, at least until he found the ‘undress a Flamenger’ one.
Gotou maybe saved that one to his phone to torture Masayoshi with later. (Among other scientific uses.)
“Yes it was your couch, and I slept on it several times, and I can’t wait to have a couch again.” Gotou switched over to a cell phone game.
“Good. I need someplace to banish you to when you’re being stupid,” Masayoshi said, never ceasing in his button pressing. “Besides, I don’t think you slept on the old couch. You slept under the table a few times though.”
“Don’t remind me,” Gotou muttered. “I still get nightmares about that tequila hangover.” He lowered his phone and glared at the top of Masayoshi’s head. “Also, what the hell makes you think I’M going to be the one spending nights on the couch?”
Masayoshi looked up at him from the game and grinned. “Well, if you’re GOOD, you won’t have to worry about that, hm?”
Gotou put his phone down and pinched both of Masayoshi’s cheeks. “You do not get to kick me out of OUR bed,” he growled. “You do just as much stupid shit, you costume-wearing freak.”
