Samurai Flamenco - Wilderness [Gotoyoshi]
Jul. 12th, 2014 01:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scriveynerTitle: wilderness
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 413
Summary: “Were you knocking with your HEAD?”
Gotou was sitting at the table watching the news when something (one?) thudded into the front door. He blinked, looked over at the door - and then it thudded again, and by the third thud he realized someone was knocking something large and heavy into it, so he hurried to his feet and opened the door.
Masayoshi was rearing back to smack the door with his head again. “Gotou-san!” he said surprised, and rocked forward like a child’s toy on his feet, somehow not overbalancing. He had bags arranged carefully in his arms and a bouquet of flowers tucked in there, pointed upward.
“Were you knocking with your HEAD?” Gotou asked.
“My hands are full,” Masayoshi said breathlessly. He shook his head hard and Gotou swore he could hear rattling. “I’m fine, I have a hard head!”
“I know, and you could have yelled - I would have heard you,” Gotou said. “Let me take something before you drop it all.”
There was some shuffling of bags around - they were mostly full of clothes, although one bag looked suspiciously like action figures - “what is that?” Gotou asked, eyeing the bouquet.
“I saw a bunch of fans, one of them gave it to me,” Masayoshi said cheerfully. He dropped his clothing bags in the main room. “Man, it’s so good to have some of my own clothes again.”
“What do I do with it?”
Masayoshi cocked his head. “You put them in a vase with some water?” He said it so matter-of-factly, Gotou had to sigh.
“Yoshi, why on earth would I own a vase?”
“Ah,” Masayoshi said.
Fortunately, Gotou did own some deep cups - and that was how the flowers ended up in the center of the table, completely blocking his view of the television.
“Eh, it’s okay,” Masayoshi said when Gotou grumbled about it. “We can still see the television just fine from the bed.”
Gotou almost opened his mouth to remind him that when they tried to watch television from the bed hands usually ended up down pants, but then recognized the way that Masayoshi was looking at him and closed his mouth anyway. “Idiot,” he said affectionately, and Masayoshi beamed at him.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 413
Summary: “Were you knocking with your HEAD?”
Gotou was sitting at the table watching the news when something (one?) thudded into the front door. He blinked, looked over at the door - and then it thudded again, and by the third thud he realized someone was knocking something large and heavy into it, so he hurried to his feet and opened the door.
Masayoshi was rearing back to smack the door with his head again. “Gotou-san!” he said surprised, and rocked forward like a child’s toy on his feet, somehow not overbalancing. He had bags arranged carefully in his arms and a bouquet of flowers tucked in there, pointed upward.
“Were you knocking with your HEAD?” Gotou asked.
“My hands are full,” Masayoshi said breathlessly. He shook his head hard and Gotou swore he could hear rattling. “I’m fine, I have a hard head!”
“I know, and you could have yelled - I would have heard you,” Gotou said. “Let me take something before you drop it all.”
There was some shuffling of bags around - they were mostly full of clothes, although one bag looked suspiciously like action figures - “what is that?” Gotou asked, eyeing the bouquet.
“I saw a bunch of fans, one of them gave it to me,” Masayoshi said cheerfully. He dropped his clothing bags in the main room. “Man, it’s so good to have some of my own clothes again.”
“What do I do with it?”
Masayoshi cocked his head. “You put them in a vase with some water?” He said it so matter-of-factly, Gotou had to sigh.
“Yoshi, why on earth would I own a vase?”
“Ah,” Masayoshi said.
Fortunately, Gotou did own some deep cups - and that was how the flowers ended up in the center of the table, completely blocking his view of the television.
“Eh, it’s okay,” Masayoshi said when Gotou grumbled about it. “We can still see the television just fine from the bed.”
Gotou almost opened his mouth to remind him that when they tried to watch television from the bed hands usually ended up down pants, but then recognized the way that Masayoshi was looking at him and closed his mouth anyway. “Idiot,” he said affectionately, and Masayoshi beamed at him.
