[Magna Carta] Blame
Title: Blame
Fandom: Magna Carta
Pairing: La-di-da. Tweet. :P
Rating: PG?
Warning: crack
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'll give the boys back when I'm done playing, promise.
Blame
It was the common consensus among the Tears of Blood that if anything happened, it was Chris's fault. Looking back at his career of exploding or crash-landing airships, kitchen-raiding and prank-playing, this was not especially surprising.
Therefore, it was equally unsurprising that after three weeks of troubling dreams, sleeplessness and subsequent frayed nerves, Azel finally snapped, grabbed Chris by the folds of his shirt and started shaking and ranting at him as to why this was all his fault.
"This" had started with a fairly meaningless remark from Chris, something along the lines of them attracting so much attention being entirely due to Calintz showing off his pretty hips. Eonis had started giggling, Haren had smacked his massive palm to his forehead and heaved a long-suffering sigh, and Azel had wanted to throttle Chris for taking such liberties with the Captain. Calintz himself had retorted with a fake deadpan expression that if Chris noticed these kinds of things, then perhaps he wasn't paying as much attention to the ladies as he'd like everyone to believe.
Calintz had slipped away from the ensuing scuffle with his dignity intact, yet Azel couldn't help but note that for the first time, there seemed to be something deliberate about the sway of his hips. A split second later, he went beet-red for even noticing that, but as soon as he started reprimanding himself for it, the pink elephant phenomenon kicked in - the more he tried not to notice, the more he did notice. This, in turn, led to three weeks of the aforementioned dreams, sleeplessness and slowly deteriorating sanity. Still, it all came down to the fact that Chris had been the catalyst to send Azel's hormones into overdrive, and his mind nearly over the edge.
Normally, when faced with accusations along the line of "this is all your fault", Chris had the grace to apologize in a more or less sincere manner, and - especially if the prosecutor happened to be Haren - affect the kicked-and-terrified Puppy Look of Doom ™ to forestall any threats of bodily harm. Azel would have even been satisfied with the most insincere "oops, my bad" Chris could manage.
He had most certainly not expected Chris to burst into tears.
Tears of mirth, that is, Azel amended, his glare deepening as Chris practically howled with laughter and almost drowned out the noises coming from somewhere off to the side. Azel's grip on the shirt began to slacken as he slowly, very slowly turned his head with a dreadful realization dawning in his sleep-deprived mind.
Haren's palm was repeatedly becoming acquainted with his forehead. Eonis had developed a spontaneous tic which threatened to transform into a facesplitting grin. The Captain was goggling at him in a way that could only be described as "totally flabbergasted".
And Azel thought that he handled the situation extremely well: He squeaked and fainted right on the spot.
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A/N: La~
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Fandom: Magna Carta
Pairing: La-di-da. Tweet. :P
Rating: PG?
Warning: crack
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'll give the boys back when I'm done playing, promise.
Blame
It was the common consensus among the Tears of Blood that if anything happened, it was Chris's fault. Looking back at his career of exploding or crash-landing airships, kitchen-raiding and prank-playing, this was not especially surprising.
Therefore, it was equally unsurprising that after three weeks of troubling dreams, sleeplessness and subsequent frayed nerves, Azel finally snapped, grabbed Chris by the folds of his shirt and started shaking and ranting at him as to why this was all his fault.
"This" had started with a fairly meaningless remark from Chris, something along the lines of them attracting so much attention being entirely due to Calintz showing off his pretty hips. Eonis had started giggling, Haren had smacked his massive palm to his forehead and heaved a long-suffering sigh, and Azel had wanted to throttle Chris for taking such liberties with the Captain. Calintz himself had retorted with a fake deadpan expression that if Chris noticed these kinds of things, then perhaps he wasn't paying as much attention to the ladies as he'd like everyone to believe.
Calintz had slipped away from the ensuing scuffle with his dignity intact, yet Azel couldn't help but note that for the first time, there seemed to be something deliberate about the sway of his hips. A split second later, he went beet-red for even noticing that, but as soon as he started reprimanding himself for it, the pink elephant phenomenon kicked in - the more he tried not to notice, the more he did notice. This, in turn, led to three weeks of the aforementioned dreams, sleeplessness and slowly deteriorating sanity. Still, it all came down to the fact that Chris had been the catalyst to send Azel's hormones into overdrive, and his mind nearly over the edge.
Normally, when faced with accusations along the line of "this is all your fault", Chris had the grace to apologize in a more or less sincere manner, and - especially if the prosecutor happened to be Haren - affect the kicked-and-terrified Puppy Look of Doom ™ to forestall any threats of bodily harm. Azel would have even been satisfied with the most insincere "oops, my bad" Chris could manage.
He had most certainly not expected Chris to burst into tears.
Tears of mirth, that is, Azel amended, his glare deepening as Chris practically howled with laughter and almost drowned out the noises coming from somewhere off to the side. Azel's grip on the shirt began to slacken as he slowly, very slowly turned his head with a dreadful realization dawning in his sleep-deprived mind.
Haren's palm was repeatedly becoming acquainted with his forehead. Eonis had developed a spontaneous tic which threatened to transform into a facesplitting grin. The Captain was goggling at him in a way that could only be described as "totally flabbergasted".
And Azel thought that he handled the situation extremely well: He squeaked and fainted right on the spot.
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A/N: La~
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