Why on earth would anyone think that? Maybe because it's totally true.
Title: Totally
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Skwisgaar/Toki
Summary: Can’t have that, now can we?
Rating: PG
Word Count: 525
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author Notes: The prompt was Skwisgaar complaining about split ends.
"I tried to gets my hairs cut todays," Skwisgaar says suddenly, apropos of nothing.
Toki looks up from his new helicopter model. (One that no one is allowed to touch but himself, because the last time he let anyone "help" all of the decals ended up crooked or upside-down.) "Buts you didn'ts," he points out slowly. He would have noticed if Skwisgaar's appearance had changed at all. The lead guitarist is lounging on his bed, golden hair spread luxuriously over the crest of a hill of pillows assembled for the purpose; Toki would have noticed if there were any change. It's pretty obvious that Skwisgaar is gearing up to complain about something, though. Which explains why he's there.
"Noes. Tolds the guy I just wanteds the splits bottoms off, you knows how much he saids that woulds be cuts?"
Putting his paintbrush down (because this looks like it'll be a long one), Toki shakes his head.
Skwisgaar props his guitar against the side of the bed without sitting up and says, indignantly, "Halfs!"
There's a brief pause while Toki tries unsuccessfully to picture Skwisgaar with half of his hair cut off.
"So I can't gets thems hairs cuts," Skwisgaar fumes, "because that woulds be too shorts and looks stupids. Stupids fucking dildos haircuts guy."
"It grows backs faster when it's nots all does the splits," Toki points out. The face Skwisgaar makes at him is a doubtful one, so he stands up and walks over. "Seriouslies." He stops with his legs pressed to the edge of the bed, right next to Skwisgaar's side. "Remember when I joins the band?"
Skwisgaar nods. It had been chin-length back then and he couldn't windmill worth a damn, which they'd all teased him about endlessly.
"Well, I gots it cuts a lots of times and it grows real fast." Smiling, he leans over the other man and lets his long brown hair trail over him. "Sees?"
"Pfft, different things." Skwisgaar bats the hair out of his face, then grabs onto a handful and tugs on it a little until Toki gives in and lies down too, squirming onto the only remaining mattress-space between his fellow guitarist and the wall. It's a little cramped on the twin-sized bed, but they don't mind. "I wants my hairs to looks the best."
Toki inspects some of the blonde hair, winding it around his fingers. "Looks okay to me's."
"Ja, you don't cares, I knows. But I wants to looks best for the ladies and the cameras."
"Hmm." Bored now that Skwisgaar has separated him from the model he'd been building, it's Toki's turn to tug (not particularly gently) until the other man turns his head. When he does, Toki kisses him. "Fucks the ladies and the cameras." And kisses him again.
"I does," Skwisgaar mutters, but he's well on his way to being distracted.
He appreciates Toki's tiny bed for cramming them so close together every time they both end up on it that this can't help but happen. It gives them an excuse to fool around.
Otherwise they might come across as totally gay for each other.
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Skwisgaar/Toki
Summary: Can’t have that, now can we?
Rating: PG
Word Count: 525
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author Notes: The prompt was Skwisgaar complaining about split ends.
"I tried to gets my hairs cut todays," Skwisgaar says suddenly, apropos of nothing.
Toki looks up from his new helicopter model. (One that no one is allowed to touch but himself, because the last time he let anyone "help" all of the decals ended up crooked or upside-down.) "Buts you didn'ts," he points out slowly. He would have noticed if Skwisgaar's appearance had changed at all. The lead guitarist is lounging on his bed, golden hair spread luxuriously over the crest of a hill of pillows assembled for the purpose; Toki would have noticed if there were any change. It's pretty obvious that Skwisgaar is gearing up to complain about something, though. Which explains why he's there.
"Noes. Tolds the guy I just wanteds the splits bottoms off, you knows how much he saids that woulds be cuts?"
Putting his paintbrush down (because this looks like it'll be a long one), Toki shakes his head.
Skwisgaar props his guitar against the side of the bed without sitting up and says, indignantly, "Halfs!"
There's a brief pause while Toki tries unsuccessfully to picture Skwisgaar with half of his hair cut off.
"So I can't gets thems hairs cuts," Skwisgaar fumes, "because that woulds be too shorts and looks stupids. Stupids fucking dildos haircuts guy."
"It grows backs faster when it's nots all does the splits," Toki points out. The face Skwisgaar makes at him is a doubtful one, so he stands up and walks over. "Seriouslies." He stops with his legs pressed to the edge of the bed, right next to Skwisgaar's side. "Remember when I joins the band?"
Skwisgaar nods. It had been chin-length back then and he couldn't windmill worth a damn, which they'd all teased him about endlessly.
"Well, I gots it cuts a lots of times and it grows real fast." Smiling, he leans over the other man and lets his long brown hair trail over him. "Sees?"
"Pfft, different things." Skwisgaar bats the hair out of his face, then grabs onto a handful and tugs on it a little until Toki gives in and lies down too, squirming onto the only remaining mattress-space between his fellow guitarist and the wall. It's a little cramped on the twin-sized bed, but they don't mind. "I wants my hairs to looks the best."
Toki inspects some of the blonde hair, winding it around his fingers. "Looks okay to me's."
"Ja, you don't cares, I knows. But I wants to looks best for the ladies and the cameras."
"Hmm." Bored now that Skwisgaar has separated him from the model he'd been building, it's Toki's turn to tug (not particularly gently) until the other man turns his head. When he does, Toki kisses him. "Fucks the ladies and the cameras." And kisses him again.
"I does," Skwisgaar mutters, but he's well on his way to being distracted.
He appreciates Toki's tiny bed for cramming them so close together every time they both end up on it that this can't help but happen. It gives them an excuse to fool around.
Otherwise they might come across as totally gay for each other.