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scriveynerTitle: off the handle
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 343
Summary:
“This place is enormous,” Gotou said, standing in the empty living room area. Masayoshi had moved to the windows that lined the far side of the room – they opened out into a balcony, not entirely unlike the apartment he had been living in when Gotou met him. This apartment had a far different layout, however – including more windows along the north side, and a second balcony there as well. “This room is larger than my entire apartment.”
“Yup,” Masayoshi acknowledged. “I like it!”
“It’s way too much for just us,” Gotou said. Masayoshi wandered into the kitchen – a full kitchen! With a full-sized refrigerator, and actual appliances! Gotou followed, but stopped and leaned forward, against the bar. “We don’t needthis.”
“No, we don’t.” Masayoshi turned on his heel and grinned. “It’s ours, though.”
Gotou frowned at him, and Masayoshi shrugged. “Look, I talked them down from moving us into the Prime Minister’s old place, okay? They wanted to put me in a mansion with security, and I knew you’d flip out about that so we compromised.” He watched Gotou rock back and forth on his heels, and finally sigh, resting his weight on his arms, pressed against the bar.
He knew it was true – and that as much as he managed to avoid the subject, Masayoshi was a very important and influential person, and other very important and influential people had been shitting bricks about the fact he was living in a tiny studio apartment with no security. “Fine,” he said with a sigh, and watched Masayoshi beam. “But what the hell are we going to put in here, it’s not like I have furniture, I’ve got a bed, and a table.”
“I had furniture,” Masayoshi said wistfully. “It got blown up.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 343
Summary:
“This place is enormous,” Gotou said, standing in the empty living room area. Masayoshi had moved to the windows that lined the far side of the room – they opened out into a balcony, not entirely unlike the apartment he had been living in when Gotou met him. This apartment had a far different layout, however – including more windows along the north side, and a second balcony there as well. “This room is larger than my entire apartment.”
“Yup,” Masayoshi acknowledged. “I like it!”
“It’s way too much for just us,” Gotou said. Masayoshi wandered into the kitchen – a full kitchen! With a full-sized refrigerator, and actual appliances! Gotou followed, but stopped and leaned forward, against the bar. “We don’t needthis.”
“No, we don’t.” Masayoshi turned on his heel and grinned. “It’s ours, though.”
Gotou frowned at him, and Masayoshi shrugged. “Look, I talked them down from moving us into the Prime Minister’s old place, okay? They wanted to put me in a mansion with security, and I knew you’d flip out about that so we compromised.” He watched Gotou rock back and forth on his heels, and finally sigh, resting his weight on his arms, pressed against the bar.
He knew it was true – and that as much as he managed to avoid the subject, Masayoshi was a very important and influential person, and other very important and influential people had been shitting bricks about the fact he was living in a tiny studio apartment with no security. “Fine,” he said with a sigh, and watched Masayoshi beam. “But what the hell are we going to put in here, it’s not like I have furniture, I’ve got a bed, and a table.”
“I had furniture,” Masayoshi said wistfully. “It got blown up.”
