it's a muu :o
i am reaaally no good at this dragon thing, lol. xD oh well.
and so this isn't just a lame save-my-dying-things!! post, have a drabble. was going to um. xD do a proper something about the nikaido=rabbit; yonemu=had a rabbit that died; yonemu= likes nikaido thing, but got lazy. *sad*
520w, G-rated.
...i can't even find the uh. D: no, wait! here we go. 8D q?s you gotta rock MC. hilarious stuff.
"Q... chan?" Senga asks, tilting his head curiously as he admires the latest addition to Yonemura's guitar collection. "Is that for Question?, Yonepii...?"
They sit companionably in Question?'s dressing room, Senga still with Yonemura's loaned beginner's guitar. The young padawan learner finds Kis-My-Ft2's place too noisy for practicing, even if the older ones sometimes bring their own instruments and Tottsu's pretty good. Nothing musical happens when Nikaido cranks out his trumpet and Yokoo starts yelling him down about leaving valve drool on the floor. Yonemura knows this, too.
"Not this time," Yonemura says, casually strumming C-B-F. Across the room, Ishigaki snorts. "It's named after my rabbit."
"Ooh, Yonepii has a rabbit?" Senga says. "Kismai only have little dogs -- maybe they could play."
"She might have been up for it a few years ago," Yonemura smiles wryly. "Sadly, she's no longer with us."
F-E-E-D...? Ishigaki plinks, picking at his keys suggestively.
"Oh no," Senga says, and turns to stare at Yonemura with a big, wobbly gaze. "Did she die?"
"She died," Yonemura says.
"That's depressing," Senga sighs, casting his eyes to the floor.
Ishigaki takes advantage of the lull, trying again: F-E-E-E-E-D, he staccatos.
C-A-F-E♭? Yonemura strums sedately in return, fingers sliding up the fretboard to make an upward intonation.
A-C-C-E-D-E-D, Ishigaki trills.
D-E-C-A-F, Yonemura responds.
"Yuck," the pianist says. ("Nn?" Senga glances up.) But, whatever floats Yonemura's boat. In any case, Ishigaki's just playing around to annoy Yody really, their leader indulging in a moment of Kitayama-ism curled up on the couch in the peace that Fujiie's absence brings.
Relative peace, anyway.
A-D-D~ F-E-E~ Ishigaki prompts, a twinkling sequence up high.
"Knock it off you guys," Yodogawa mumbles, stirring.
"Knock what off?" Senga blinks.
Yonemura sighs, turning around. "There's a five hundred yen coin somewhere in my bag. Get me a medium and keep the change."
"I don't want your change, Yonemuu," Ishigaki chuckles, stepping over to rummage through Yonemura's things. "Donate it to the Get Senga A Slice Of Cake Fund instead."
"Carrot today," Yodogawa tells them, determinedly keeping his eyes shut, "the cake."
"Ahh," Senga says. "No, it's okay then. Nika doesn't like carrots."
"Nikaido?" Ishigaki raises an eyebrow. "This matters how, if it's you we're getting cake for?"
Senga's smile turns sheepish. "Well, he's always stealing my snacks, so..."
Yonemura shakes his head, too seasoned to be disbelieving. "So you stock ones he'd like."
"Yeah..."
"Naturally," Ishigaki snorts into Yonemura's bag. A triumphant hunter moments later, he leaves the room with Yonemura's money before the stupid infects him too.
"Mm... It's weird though," Senga muses after a while, absently picking at his E-strings.
Yonemura raises a brow. "What is?"
"That Nika doesn't like carrots," Senga says, and tilts his head. "I mean, he pretends to be a bunny when he's lonely. Or, he used to -- so, practically, that means he should like carrots, right...?"
"Right," Yonemura agrees, after barely a moment's thought. "Logically."
Of course.
Except not.
"Yeah," Senga says. "It's a conundrum..."
"...yeah."
From the couch, Yodogawa reaches for his giant, sound-blocking headphones. G~G~ he hums lethargically, rolling over.
. . . F-A-G, Yonemura frowns.