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Pairing: Ryo + Jin
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: G
Pompt: Them arguing about something really really really reaaaaaaaaally stupid
A/N: Requested by wintersdancer
Jin waves his fork in Ryo’s direction in a strong motion and a bit of tomato sauce jumps from the metal cutlery to the man’s cheek. Ryo glares daggers at Jin, but the man remains unfazed and merely munches on his food.
“It is good.”
Ryo rolls his eyes. “It’s the third time we eat spaghetti this week, Jin.”
“Because it’s good. Duh.”
“Udon is better.”
“Is not.”
“It’s so. It has soup.”
“Pasta has sauce.”
“Udon is Japanese.”
“And pasta Italian. That was a stupid argument.” Jin ducks to dodge the small piece of meat thrown his way.
“It’s way easier to eat with chopsticks.”
“Not true. I always end up dirtying myself with the soup.”
“Because you’re a clumsy idiot. You get dirty with the tomato sauce anyway.”
“Do not.”
“Then why are you wearing the napkin like a bib?”
“It’s more convenient.”
“Because you’re an idiot and you know you’ll get dirty.”
“You’re only jealous because you know pasta is better and I’m right.”
“You’re in denial.”
“Then you’ll have to treat me to dinner out to prove me so.”
Ryo snorts. Jin loudly slurps some spaghetti; one hits his cheek and leaves a red trace of tomato sauce across it.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Sad but true.
Rating: G
Pompt: Them arguing about something really really really reaaaaaaaaally stupid
A/N: Requested by wintersdancer
Jin waves his fork in Ryo’s direction in a strong motion and a bit of tomato sauce jumps from the metal cutlery to the man’s cheek. Ryo glares daggers at Jin, but the man remains unfazed and merely munches on his food.
“It is good.”
Ryo rolls his eyes. “It’s the third time we eat spaghetti this week, Jin.”
“Because it’s good. Duh.”
“Udon is better.”
“Is not.”
“It’s so. It has soup.”
“Pasta has sauce.”
“Udon is Japanese.”
“And pasta Italian. That was a stupid argument.” Jin ducks to dodge the small piece of meat thrown his way.
“It’s way easier to eat with chopsticks.”
“Not true. I always end up dirtying myself with the soup.”
“Because you’re a clumsy idiot. You get dirty with the tomato sauce anyway.”
“Do not.”
“Then why are you wearing the napkin like a bib?”
“It’s more convenient.”
“Because you’re an idiot and you know you’ll get dirty.”
“You’re only jealous because you know pasta is better and I’m right.”
“You’re in denial.”
“Then you’ll have to treat me to dinner out to prove me so.”
Ryo snorts. Jin loudly slurps some spaghetti; one hits his cheek and leaves a red trace of tomato sauce across it.