When sleepy, I write Nagase/Gaku
Sora stared at Gaku.
Gaku stared back.
“You’re in a lab coat,” Sora said, puffs of white clouds emitting from his warm breath.
Gaku nodded.
“You’re in nothing but a lab coat,” Sora persisted.
Flushing, Gaku pulled the coat tighter around his frame. “So?”
“You’re in nothing but a lab coat that looks two sizes too big for you.”
“You…” Ocean-blue eyes widened, before the chemist shot back, “You started the fire alarm and forced everyone out of the dormitory!”
“I was trying to microwave some popcorn,” Sora snapped, “What were you doing!?”
Before Gaku could think of a suitable reply, an icy voice washed over them. “Hashiba Sora, I am going to boil you in oil.”
Both turned to greet the furious Nagase; Sora cringing, Gaku pouncing.
A pause, then Sora could contain it no longer. “Nice boxers, Nagase.”
When Fujimori returned, he threw a fit over the smoking building, claiming that the loud sirens grated on his ever present migraine. He bust a nerve completely when he found his boyfriend’s body- stripped down to his boxers -lying almost comatose in front of a splotchy-looking wall with graffiti that read ‘Do not pee’, a large syringe sticking out of his forehead.
An amused Matsuri, of course, had top-grade photographs of the crime scene.
I kid you not. It happened last night, and while I wasn't quite as bare as Gaku was, I only had time to throw a black trenchcoat over a sleeveless top and a pair of shorts. COLD, I tell you. If my friends and I catch the idiot who pulled the alarm... >___>
Gaku stared back.
“You’re in a lab coat,” Sora said, puffs of white clouds emitting from his warm breath.
Gaku nodded.
“You’re in nothing but a lab coat,” Sora persisted.
Flushing, Gaku pulled the coat tighter around his frame. “So?”
“You’re in nothing but a lab coat that looks two sizes too big for you.”
“You…” Ocean-blue eyes widened, before the chemist shot back, “You started the fire alarm and forced everyone out of the dormitory!”
“I was trying to microwave some popcorn,” Sora snapped, “What were you doing!?”
Before Gaku could think of a suitable reply, an icy voice washed over them. “Hashiba Sora, I am going to boil you in oil.”
Both turned to greet the furious Nagase; Sora cringing, Gaku pouncing.
A pause, then Sora could contain it no longer. “Nice boxers, Nagase.”
When Fujimori returned, he threw a fit over the smoking building, claiming that the loud sirens grated on his ever present migraine. He bust a nerve completely when he found his boyfriend’s body- stripped down to his boxers -lying almost comatose in front of a splotchy-looking wall with graffiti that read ‘Do not pee’, a large syringe sticking out of his forehead.
An amused Matsuri, of course, had top-grade photographs of the crime scene.
I kid you not. It happened last night, and while I wasn't quite as bare as Gaku was, I only had time to throw a black trenchcoat over a sleeveless top and a pair of shorts. COLD, I tell you. If my friends and I catch the idiot who pulled the alarm... >___>