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scriveynerTitle: worlds collide
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Masanori, Keiko
Rating: T
Length: 302
Summary: Masayoshi sat with the baby on his lap - it kept him from jumping to his feet every three minutes, thankfully - but he was moving Masanori’s arms into poses and softly saying the lines along with the television. Masanori just looked confused by this - he would squint up at Masayoshi’s face, and then look to the television, and then back up at Masayoshi - but he didn’t seem like he was going to start crying, so Gotou let them be.
Masayoshi sat with the baby on his lap - it kept him from jumping to his feet every three minutes, thankfully - but he was moving Masanori’s arms into poses and softly saying the lines along with the television. Masanori just looked confused by this - he would squint up at Masayoshi’s face, and then look to the television, and then back up at Masayoshi - but he didn’t seem like he was going to start crying, so Gotou let them be.
Keiko had started out sitting on the floor, but soon after the show started she crawled back onto the couch and into Gotou’s lap, displacing the bowl of popcorn. She chewed absently on her stuffed cat’s ear as she watched the television intently, and didn’t react really when Gotou brushed his hand through her short dark hair.
He glanced over at Masayoshi - and to his surprise Masayoshi had actually dragged his attention away from the television and was looking over at Gotou and Keiko. Their eyes met and they smiled - Masayoshi braced one hand on the couch cushion to shift himself a little closer, and Gotou scooted in towards him.
Masanori and Keiko had their eyes fixated on the television, they didn’t notice as Masayoshi and Gotou bumped their shoulders into each others’ and grinned. It took a little bit of creative shuffling, but Masayoshi ended up with his head on Gotou’s shoulder, Masanori arranged a little more comfortably in his arms.
Gotou kissed the side of Masayoshi’s head, and Masayoshi sighed contentedly. Gotou had never imagined his life could be like this, but now he couldn’t imagine it any other way.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Babyfic
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Masanori, Keiko
Rating: T
Length: 302
Summary: Masayoshi sat with the baby on his lap - it kept him from jumping to his feet every three minutes, thankfully - but he was moving Masanori’s arms into poses and softly saying the lines along with the television. Masanori just looked confused by this - he would squint up at Masayoshi’s face, and then look to the television, and then back up at Masayoshi - but he didn’t seem like he was going to start crying, so Gotou let them be.
Masayoshi sat with the baby on his lap - it kept him from jumping to his feet every three minutes, thankfully - but he was moving Masanori’s arms into poses and softly saying the lines along with the television. Masanori just looked confused by this - he would squint up at Masayoshi’s face, and then look to the television, and then back up at Masayoshi - but he didn’t seem like he was going to start crying, so Gotou let them be.
Keiko had started out sitting on the floor, but soon after the show started she crawled back onto the couch and into Gotou’s lap, displacing the bowl of popcorn. She chewed absently on her stuffed cat’s ear as she watched the television intently, and didn’t react really when Gotou brushed his hand through her short dark hair.
He glanced over at Masayoshi - and to his surprise Masayoshi had actually dragged his attention away from the television and was looking over at Gotou and Keiko. Their eyes met and they smiled - Masayoshi braced one hand on the couch cushion to shift himself a little closer, and Gotou scooted in towards him.
Masanori and Keiko had their eyes fixated on the television, they didn’t notice as Masayoshi and Gotou bumped their shoulders into each others’ and grinned. It took a little bit of creative shuffling, but Masayoshi ended up with his head on Gotou’s shoulder, Masanori arranged a little more comfortably in his arms.
Gotou kissed the side of Masayoshi’s head, and Masayoshi sighed contentedly. Gotou had never imagined his life could be like this, but now he couldn’t imagine it any other way.
