A Guide To Wine; KHR
A tiny drabble, because I miss the fics that were just these boys being silly.
Title: A Guide To Wine (For Dummies)
Pairing: Established Yamamoto/Gokudera.
Genre: Fluff, humour, general idiocy.
Summary: Gokudera teaches dinner party etiquette, and Yamamoto fails.
A GUIDE TO WINE (FOR DUMMIES)
“Don’t slurp it. Don’t eat with your hands. Don’t do that thing where you put chopsticks up your nose and laugh until we need tweezers to pull them back out, it’s not funny and you’re eating with them.” Gokudera glares at him blankly, his mouth thin.
“Haha,” Yamamoto says, and he puts his chopsticks onto his plate again.
There’s a silent beat as Gokudera inhales a long, calming breath.
“Lift your wine.”
“My water?”
Gokudera scowls sharply. “Can’t you just, not talk for a minute? It’s wine for the demonstration, dumbass. It’s expensive and - goddamnit, this is the last time I‘ll say don‘t hold the glass tense.”
Yamamoto relaxes his hand, glancing at Gokudera quickly to see if he’s started furiously hyperventilating into his jumper again - which, thankfully, he hasn’t. Yamamoto shoots him a nervous smile and asks, “What do I do if a girl talks to me? ‘Cause Tsuna says he never knows how to tell them he’s in a relationship.” He bumps his knee against Gokudera’s, as though making a point. (And because the last time he tried a spontaneous kiss, Gokudera freaked out and punched him on the nose.)
Gokudera just takes a slow, thoughtful sip of his water - or wine, maybe, Yamamoto really isn’t getting this at all - and fixes his glasses. He stares at his First Generation Vongola ring before he absent-mindedly, almost casually answers, “You ask her which family she’s from." A pause. "The Vongola have been trying to merge with the Angeletti's for years.”
And Yamamoto spits his makeshift wine all over Gokudera’s couch.
Title: A Guide To Wine (For Dummies)
Pairing: Established Yamamoto/Gokudera.
Genre: Fluff, humour, general idiocy.
Summary: Gokudera teaches dinner party etiquette, and Yamamoto fails.
A GUIDE TO WINE (FOR DUMMIES)
“Don’t slurp it. Don’t eat with your hands. Don’t do that thing where you put chopsticks up your nose and laugh until we need tweezers to pull them back out, it’s not funny and you’re eating with them.” Gokudera glares at him blankly, his mouth thin.
“Haha,” Yamamoto says, and he puts his chopsticks onto his plate again.
There’s a silent beat as Gokudera inhales a long, calming breath.
“Lift your wine.”
“My water?”
Gokudera scowls sharply. “Can’t you just, not talk for a minute? It’s wine for the demonstration, dumbass. It’s expensive and - goddamnit, this is the last time I‘ll say don‘t hold the glass tense.”
Yamamoto relaxes his hand, glancing at Gokudera quickly to see if he’s started furiously hyperventilating into his jumper again - which, thankfully, he hasn’t. Yamamoto shoots him a nervous smile and asks, “What do I do if a girl talks to me? ‘Cause Tsuna says he never knows how to tell them he’s in a relationship.” He bumps his knee against Gokudera’s, as though making a point. (And because the last time he tried a spontaneous kiss, Gokudera freaked out and punched him on the nose.)
Gokudera just takes a slow, thoughtful sip of his water - or wine, maybe, Yamamoto really isn’t getting this at all - and fixes his glasses. He stares at his First Generation Vongola ring before he absent-mindedly, almost casually answers, “You ask her which family she’s from." A pause. "The Vongola have been trying to merge with the Angeletti's for years.”
And Yamamoto spits his makeshift wine all over Gokudera’s couch.