Challenge: December 2016
Day 16- Questions and Answers pt.11
Author: shyone
Genre: friendship; humor
Pairing: none
Rating: g
Summary: some questions can only be answered by another question
word count: 332
Questions and Answers
Gackt woke up early as usual, but not for his usual early morning routine. Oh, he was going for a run all right, a run to his house to pick up his phone and then back to the airport. Or so he thought.
He reached out to where he’d dropped his clothes on the floor beside the bed. Groping around, he found nothing but floor. Maybe he should sit up so he could see what he was doing. But when he did the floor was, indeed, bare. Chacha probably took them; that evil old grandma. Oh, well, he’d just go get some of You’s.
He walked across the hall. The door was locked. Locked! Who put locks on bedroom doors? Oh, yeah, they did; to keep out intrusive, nosy bandmates. But he needed those clothes! He rattled the door handle.
“Not gonna work,” Chacha said as he came up behind the singer, blowing on a steaming fresh mug of coffee.
“Where’s my clothes?” Gackt glowered.
Chacha handed him the coffee to calm him down. One can’t be irate and flailing around when one is naked and holding a steaming cup of coffee.
Gackt followed Chacha back to the kitchen, sipping at the coffee. “You know, you could have just let me go home last night. It would have been so much easier.”
Chacha poured himself a mug of coffee and sat down across from Gackt. “Look, I know if you’d gone home you would have grabbed your phone and been off again, and we’d be playing musical airports again. I was told to keep you here, and keep you here I will." He looked at Gackt over the rim of his mug and shrugged. "Besides, I figured taking your clothes was easier and less messy than nailing your feet to the floor.”
Gackt sighed. “You’re right. I probably would have. I hate it when you're right. So can I have my clothes back now?”
Chacha smiled. He knew he was being played. “Nope.”
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tbc
Author: shyone
Genre: friendship; humor
Pairing: none
Rating: g
Summary: some questions can only be answered by another question
word count: 332
Questions and Answers
Gackt woke up early as usual, but not for his usual early morning routine. Oh, he was going for a run all right, a run to his house to pick up his phone and then back to the airport. Or so he thought.
He reached out to where he’d dropped his clothes on the floor beside the bed. Groping around, he found nothing but floor. Maybe he should sit up so he could see what he was doing. But when he did the floor was, indeed, bare. Chacha probably took them; that evil old grandma. Oh, well, he’d just go get some of You’s.
He walked across the hall. The door was locked. Locked! Who put locks on bedroom doors? Oh, yeah, they did; to keep out intrusive, nosy bandmates. But he needed those clothes! He rattled the door handle.
“Not gonna work,” Chacha said as he came up behind the singer, blowing on a steaming fresh mug of coffee.
“Where’s my clothes?” Gackt glowered.
Chacha handed him the coffee to calm him down. One can’t be irate and flailing around when one is naked and holding a steaming cup of coffee.
Gackt followed Chacha back to the kitchen, sipping at the coffee. “You know, you could have just let me go home last night. It would have been so much easier.”
Chacha poured himself a mug of coffee and sat down across from Gackt. “Look, I know if you’d gone home you would have grabbed your phone and been off again, and we’d be playing musical airports again. I was told to keep you here, and keep you here I will." He looked at Gackt over the rim of his mug and shrugged. "Besides, I figured taking your clothes was easier and less messy than nailing your feet to the floor.”
Gackt sighed. “You’re right. I probably would have. I hate it when you're right. So can I have my clothes back now?”
Chacha smiled. He knew he was being played. “Nope.”
~~~~~~~
tbc