Samurai Flamenco - Pull Back [Gotoyoshi]
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scriveynerTitle: pull back
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 353
Summary:
Sometimes, the only thing that stopped Masayoshi from sprinting off into an alleyway and being an idiot was the fact that he forgot he was wearing a hooded sweatshirt and that Gotou had developed lightning-fast leashing reflexes. Masayoshi made a little ‘erk’ sound as he got approximately half a meter away before he jerked back, and then glanced back and glared at Gotou. “Let me go.”
“Nope.” Gotou had a drink in one hand and Masayoshi’s hood in the other. “You’re not getting involved.”
Masayoshi opened his mouth, already swelling with indignation - when the incident - two people on the other side of the street in a shoving-match-escalated-to-a-fight were broken up peaceably by a bystander. “See?” Gotou said mildly, and Masayoshi puffed out his cheeks in a pout. Now certain that he wasn’t about to throw himself into the alley and jump out in costume (in broad daylight, where everyone knew who he was ANYWAY), Gotou released his hood. Masayoshi rubbed his neck a little.
“You shouldn’t yank on people’s clothing,” he muttered, and stole the can of chilled coffee from Gotou. “It’s rude.”
“You’re rude,” Gotou said as his beverage disappeared. “That was my drink.”
Masayoshi shrugged at him. The pedestrians around them had resumed their routine, now that the commotion on the other side of the street had been sorted out. Masayoshi handed the now-empty can back to Gotou, who looked at him, looked at the can, and then very deliberately tossed it over his shoulder.
“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi yelped.
“Oh I’m sorry,” Gotou said innocently, not even batting an eye. “Was I supposed to do something else with it?”
Instead of scrambling after it, Masayoshi instead smacked him in the shoulder, hard. “Pick it up! Jerk!”
“Or what?” Gotou said.
“Or else you’re sleeping on the floor!”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 353
Summary:
Sometimes, the only thing that stopped Masayoshi from sprinting off into an alleyway and being an idiot was the fact that he forgot he was wearing a hooded sweatshirt and that Gotou had developed lightning-fast leashing reflexes. Masayoshi made a little ‘erk’ sound as he got approximately half a meter away before he jerked back, and then glanced back and glared at Gotou. “Let me go.”
“Nope.” Gotou had a drink in one hand and Masayoshi’s hood in the other. “You’re not getting involved.”
Masayoshi opened his mouth, already swelling with indignation - when the incident - two people on the other side of the street in a shoving-match-escalated-to-a-fight were broken up peaceably by a bystander. “See?” Gotou said mildly, and Masayoshi puffed out his cheeks in a pout. Now certain that he wasn’t about to throw himself into the alley and jump out in costume (in broad daylight, where everyone knew who he was ANYWAY), Gotou released his hood. Masayoshi rubbed his neck a little.
“You shouldn’t yank on people’s clothing,” he muttered, and stole the can of chilled coffee from Gotou. “It’s rude.”
“You’re rude,” Gotou said as his beverage disappeared. “That was my drink.”
Masayoshi shrugged at him. The pedestrians around them had resumed their routine, now that the commotion on the other side of the street had been sorted out. Masayoshi handed the now-empty can back to Gotou, who looked at him, looked at the can, and then very deliberately tossed it over his shoulder.
“Gotou-san,” Masayoshi yelped.
“Oh I’m sorry,” Gotou said innocently, not even batting an eye. “Was I supposed to do something else with it?”
Instead of scrambling after it, Masayoshi instead smacked him in the shoulder, hard. “Pick it up! Jerk!”
“Or what?” Gotou said.
“Or else you’re sleeping on the floor!”
