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scriveynerTitle: samflam_69min: Tease
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Mari, Mizuki, Moe
Rating: T
Length: 957
Summary:
Gotou stepped over Mizuki, who was lying on her stomach on the floor, carrying another beer and a can of tea from the kitchen. “Whose turn is it to pick the movie?” he asked as he delivered the tea to Masayoshi, who had attempted to save Gotou’s seat on the couch and only partially succeeded.
Mari leaned forward and took the can of beer out of Gotou’s hand with a big grin. “My turn,” she said, and Gotou groaned.
“She took my drink,” he said to Masayoshi, who shrugged at him helplessly. Mari sprawled back, kicking her leg up over the free spot where Gotou had been sitting previously. “And my seat.”
“You can have your seat back,” Mari said, and pulled her leg back suggestively. “If I can sit on you.”
Masayoshi leaned forward and glared at Mari, then turned to Gotou. “Gotou-san, you can sit on my lap!”
Gotou looked between them, and over to Mizuki, who was ignoring them both, playing with her phone. “I’ll sit on the floor,” he said. “After I get another beer.”
Returned from the kitchen – this time trailed by Moe, who had a tray of snacks she’d been preparing – Gotou found Masayoshi and Mari arguing about the next feature. They’d decided on a movie marathon as a housewarming party, for the new apartment with the new, shiny big screen television Masayoshi had drooled over. “I’ve made my pick,” Mari said, and Gotou looked at Masayoshi, who was distinctly unhappy with the selection.
“I don’t like scary movies,” Masayoshi said.
Gotou was well acquainted with this – as he’d taken Masayoshi to one or two ‘scary’ movies in the theater – which while watching one would have no idea that they bothered Masayoshi, the fun came later that night when Gotou when Masayoshi first burrowed underneath him as protection from ghosts, and then forcibly ejected him from bed having a nightmare.
“Can’t you pick something else?” Gotou asked, seating himself on the floor in front of Masayoshi.
“My turn,” Mari said, as Moe nudged her. Mari shifted a little and allowed Moe onto the couch, somewhat beside her but also somewhat sitting atop Mari’s lap. “What’s the matter, scared, Samumenco?”
“I’m not scared,” Masayoshi said.
“I am,” Gotou said, popping the tab on his can. At Mari’s noise of disbelief, he elaborated. “Scared the I’m gonna get elbowed in the kidneys when Masayoshi freaks out later tonight.”
“Gotou-san! That’s so mean, I’m not scared of a movie!”
Gotou leaned back enough that he could look at Mari. “So start it,” he said.
It was a fairly unoriginal movie about some sort of haunting where the ghost perniciously hunted down every resident of a small boarding house. Gotou was mostly bored – there were a few good jump scares, but by about halfway through Masayoshi’s hand had crept to the hood of his sweatshirt and held on to it tightly.
The movie finished without incident, though – although Mari had laughed like a horse when one jump scare had caught Gotou off-guard and he jumped and she caught it – and Masayoshi said defiantly, “that wasn’t that scary.”
Mari stretched her legs out and then stood up. “Potty break,” she said.
“It wasn’t,” Masayoshi said, and Gotou leaned forward, Masayoshi’s arm extending to show how tight he was holding on to Gotou’s shirt. “What?”
Moe giggled from her spot on the couch, and Masayoshi released Gotou’s hood and pulled his legs up on the couch. “Everyone’s mean,” he said, and Gotou chuckled.
With no warning, from behind the couch came the strange groan-clicking noise the ghost in the movie made. It was loud enough that it startled Gotou, who jumped – Moe yelped and flung herself off the couch and Masayoshi jumped too, but he jumped up and over the back of the couch. There was a thud, a scramble, and Mari yelled, “OW, ASSHOLE!”
Gotou got to his feet, as Masayoshi did as well, tugging Mari upright. “That is not cool,” he said, and Mari yanked her arm out of his hand. “Don’t scare us like that!”
“I wanted to make him scream,” Mari said with a huff.
“You’re not Gotou,” Mizuki said dryly.
“I haven’t had enough to drink for this,” Gotou said with a heavy sigh – but when he sat back down he sat on the couch, in Masayoshi’s abandoned seat.
“Hey, that’s my spot!” Masayoshi said.
“And now it’s mine.”
“Gotou-san, you’re mean!” Masayoshi climbed over the back of the couch, and then dropped his weight into Gotou’s lap. “I’m sitting on you, then.”
“Fine,” Gotou said, shifting enough so that Masayoshi wasn’t cutting off the circulation to his legs. “See if I care.”
“Wait,” Masayoshi said, now settled. “What did Mizuki-chan mean?”
“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Mari, Mizuki, Moe
Rating: T
Length: 957
Summary:
Gotou stepped over Mizuki, who was lying on her stomach on the floor, carrying another beer and a can of tea from the kitchen. “Whose turn is it to pick the movie?” he asked as he delivered the tea to Masayoshi, who had attempted to save Gotou’s seat on the couch and only partially succeeded.
Mari leaned forward and took the can of beer out of Gotou’s hand with a big grin. “My turn,” she said, and Gotou groaned.
“She took my drink,” he said to Masayoshi, who shrugged at him helplessly. Mari sprawled back, kicking her leg up over the free spot where Gotou had been sitting previously. “And my seat.”
“You can have your seat back,” Mari said, and pulled her leg back suggestively. “If I can sit on you.”
Masayoshi leaned forward and glared at Mari, then turned to Gotou. “Gotou-san, you can sit on my lap!”
Gotou looked between them, and over to Mizuki, who was ignoring them both, playing with her phone. “I’ll sit on the floor,” he said. “After I get another beer.”
Returned from the kitchen – this time trailed by Moe, who had a tray of snacks she’d been preparing – Gotou found Masayoshi and Mari arguing about the next feature. They’d decided on a movie marathon as a housewarming party, for the new apartment with the new, shiny big screen television Masayoshi had drooled over. “I’ve made my pick,” Mari said, and Gotou looked at Masayoshi, who was distinctly unhappy with the selection.
“I don’t like scary movies,” Masayoshi said.
Gotou was well acquainted with this – as he’d taken Masayoshi to one or two ‘scary’ movies in the theater – which while watching one would have no idea that they bothered Masayoshi, the fun came later that night when Gotou when Masayoshi first burrowed underneath him as protection from ghosts, and then forcibly ejected him from bed having a nightmare.
“Can’t you pick something else?” Gotou asked, seating himself on the floor in front of Masayoshi.
“My turn,” Mari said, as Moe nudged her. Mari shifted a little and allowed Moe onto the couch, somewhat beside her but also somewhat sitting atop Mari’s lap. “What’s the matter, scared, Samumenco?”
“I’m not scared,” Masayoshi said.
“I am,” Gotou said, popping the tab on his can. At Mari’s noise of disbelief, he elaborated. “Scared the I’m gonna get elbowed in the kidneys when Masayoshi freaks out later tonight.”
“Gotou-san! That’s so mean, I’m not scared of a movie!”
Gotou leaned back enough that he could look at Mari. “So start it,” he said.
It was a fairly unoriginal movie about some sort of haunting where the ghost perniciously hunted down every resident of a small boarding house. Gotou was mostly bored – there were a few good jump scares, but by about halfway through Masayoshi’s hand had crept to the hood of his sweatshirt and held on to it tightly.
The movie finished without incident, though – although Mari had laughed like a horse when one jump scare had caught Gotou off-guard and he jumped and she caught it – and Masayoshi said defiantly, “that wasn’t that scary.”
Mari stretched her legs out and then stood up. “Potty break,” she said.
“It wasn’t,” Masayoshi said, and Gotou leaned forward, Masayoshi’s arm extending to show how tight he was holding on to Gotou’s shirt. “What?”
Moe giggled from her spot on the couch, and Masayoshi released Gotou’s hood and pulled his legs up on the couch. “Everyone’s mean,” he said, and Gotou chuckled.
With no warning, from behind the couch came the strange groan-clicking noise the ghost in the movie made. It was loud enough that it startled Gotou, who jumped – Moe yelped and flung herself off the couch and Masayoshi jumped too, but he jumped up and over the back of the couch. There was a thud, a scramble, and Mari yelled, “OW, ASSHOLE!”
Gotou got to his feet, as Masayoshi did as well, tugging Mari upright. “That is not cool,” he said, and Mari yanked her arm out of his hand. “Don’t scare us like that!”
“I wanted to make him scream,” Mari said with a huff.
“You’re not Gotou,” Mizuki said dryly.
“I haven’t had enough to drink for this,” Gotou said with a heavy sigh – but when he sat back down he sat on the couch, in Masayoshi’s abandoned seat.
“Hey, that’s my spot!” Masayoshi said.
“And now it’s mine.”
“Gotou-san, you’re mean!” Masayoshi climbed over the back of the couch, and then dropped his weight into Gotou’s lap. “I’m sitting on you, then.”
“Fine,” Gotou said, shifting enough so that Masayoshi wasn’t cutting off the circulation to his legs. “See if I care.”
“Wait,” Masayoshi said, now settled. “What did Mizuki-chan mean?”
“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
