Drabble Batch 8
AKA Cracktastic batch. Clearly I have not been getting enough sleep the last week or so. Also... I've never had an icon so appropriate for a fic post before. *awed*
KoyaPi - G
Koyama had a seriously disgruntled look on his face when he entered the room and he took striding steps across the floor to drop onto the couch. He yanked his bag up onto his lap and looked through it, pulling out his economics book and flipping through it, rather faster than was probably useful, Shige thought.
He was about to ask what was wrong when Yamashita came in timidly, and he seemed to have left his hair out in the hallway, his bald head gleaming in the fluorescent lights. Shige blinked and watched Yamashita sit down next to Koyama on the couch and fidget with his hands before turning to Koyama with a desperate look and whispering, “I’m sorry, okay? I never really thought I’d get a drama that required me to actually be bald.”
Shige did his damnedest to keep himself from laughing, biting his knuckles as he caught Tegoshi’s amused face from across the room.
TegoPi - PG
Tegoshi stood carefully, shaking the ruffles of his red and white patterned flamenco dress and smoothing his hands over his stomach as the man approached him. He spoke before the other man had a chance, holding up a small hand dramatically.
“I know that we are young. And I know that you may love me. But I just can’t be with you like this anymore, Alejandro.”
The man stared at him for a moment. “It’s Yamashita. Look,” he started soothingly, “why don’t you just come with me and we’ll-“
Tegoshi turned his head away coyly. “I’m not your babe, Fernando.”
Yamashita tapped his fingers against his thigh. “Yamashita,” he repeated with a hint of impatience. “Tegoshi,” he said, reaching out to take Tegoshi’s hand. “What-“
Tegoshi snatched his hand back as though he’d been burned. “Don’t call my name, Roberto.”
“It’s Yamashita!” he snapped and whirled around. “Damn whore. Not worth this crap,” he muttered as he stalked off.
Tegoshi stared forlornly after him. That hadn’t gone as planned.
Bankrobber KoyaShige - PG
“All right!” Shige said, handing off one of the bags to Koyama and keeping his gun trained on the teller. He grabbed the other and turned toward the door. “Let’s go.”
Koyama hefted the bag and pointed his gun toward the ceiling. A young woman stared at him with terrified eyes and he frowned. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, bowing a bit as he backed up toward the door.
“Come on! Jeez, what are you doing?”
Koyama turned guilty eyes to the teller and bobbed his head. “Sorry,” he mouthed. He let out a yelp when Shige suddenly scruffed him by the collar and dragged him back, pointing the gun into the room.
Shige let go as they made it out the door and they tossed the bags in the backseat, Koyama jumping in the driver’s side and hitting the gas before Shige had even closed the door.
“Koyama,” Shige said resignedly, slamming the door. “You’ve really got to work on that. Bank robbers don’t apologize. Certainly not when they’re in the middle of a getaway.”
Koyama ducked his head a bit and looked at Shige without turning his head. “Sorry,” he murmured and Shige brought his hand to his forehead with a sigh.
TegoMasu - PG
“AaAaAAAAAAAA” Tegoshi yodeled, swinging into their little clearing, holding onto a vine. He let go and did a tuck and roll, coming up and puffing out his chest, beating it with his fists and repeating the call. He deflated his chest and beamed.
Massu couldn’t quite get the disgusted look off his face. “Tegoshi. What. The. Fuck. So not funny. Help me get this shelter up before dark unless you plan on wrestling a lion to protect me because my ass is not going to be on the ground with tigers around.”
Tegoshi strutted forward and grabbed an armful of branches with a grin.
“So cool,” Massu thought he heard him mutter and he resisted strangling him only because he planned on using Tegoshi as distraction should something come for them in the night.
I... really don't know.
KoyaPi - G
Koyama had a seriously disgruntled look on his face when he entered the room and he took striding steps across the floor to drop onto the couch. He yanked his bag up onto his lap and looked through it, pulling out his economics book and flipping through it, rather faster than was probably useful, Shige thought.
He was about to ask what was wrong when Yamashita came in timidly, and he seemed to have left his hair out in the hallway, his bald head gleaming in the fluorescent lights. Shige blinked and watched Yamashita sit down next to Koyama on the couch and fidget with his hands before turning to Koyama with a desperate look and whispering, “I’m sorry, okay? I never really thought I’d get a drama that required me to actually be bald.”
Shige did his damnedest to keep himself from laughing, biting his knuckles as he caught Tegoshi’s amused face from across the room.
TegoPi - PG
Tegoshi stood carefully, shaking the ruffles of his red and white patterned flamenco dress and smoothing his hands over his stomach as the man approached him. He spoke before the other man had a chance, holding up a small hand dramatically.
“I know that we are young. And I know that you may love me. But I just can’t be with you like this anymore, Alejandro.”
The man stared at him for a moment. “It’s Yamashita. Look,” he started soothingly, “why don’t you just come with me and we’ll-“
Tegoshi turned his head away coyly. “I’m not your babe, Fernando.”
Yamashita tapped his fingers against his thigh. “Yamashita,” he repeated with a hint of impatience. “Tegoshi,” he said, reaching out to take Tegoshi’s hand. “What-“
Tegoshi snatched his hand back as though he’d been burned. “Don’t call my name, Roberto.”
“It’s Yamashita!” he snapped and whirled around. “Damn whore. Not worth this crap,” he muttered as he stalked off.
Tegoshi stared forlornly after him. That hadn’t gone as planned.
Bankrobber KoyaShige - PG
“All right!” Shige said, handing off one of the bags to Koyama and keeping his gun trained on the teller. He grabbed the other and turned toward the door. “Let’s go.”
Koyama hefted the bag and pointed his gun toward the ceiling. A young woman stared at him with terrified eyes and he frowned. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, bowing a bit as he backed up toward the door.
“Come on! Jeez, what are you doing?”
Koyama turned guilty eyes to the teller and bobbed his head. “Sorry,” he mouthed. He let out a yelp when Shige suddenly scruffed him by the collar and dragged him back, pointing the gun into the room.
Shige let go as they made it out the door and they tossed the bags in the backseat, Koyama jumping in the driver’s side and hitting the gas before Shige had even closed the door.
“Koyama,” Shige said resignedly, slamming the door. “You’ve really got to work on that. Bank robbers don’t apologize. Certainly not when they’re in the middle of a getaway.”
Koyama ducked his head a bit and looked at Shige without turning his head. “Sorry,” he murmured and Shige brought his hand to his forehead with a sigh.
TegoMasu - PG
“AaAaAAAAAAAA” Tegoshi yodeled, swinging into their little clearing, holding onto a vine. He let go and did a tuck and roll, coming up and puffing out his chest, beating it with his fists and repeating the call. He deflated his chest and beamed.
Massu couldn’t quite get the disgusted look off his face. “Tegoshi. What. The. Fuck. So not funny. Help me get this shelter up before dark unless you plan on wrestling a lion to protect me because my ass is not going to be on the ground with tigers around.”
Tegoshi strutted forward and grabbed an armful of branches with a grin.
“So cool,” Massu thought he heard him mutter and he resisted strangling him only because he planned on using Tegoshi as distraction should something come for them in the night.
I... really don't know.