[Snibble] Not quite.
Title: Not quite.
Info: Yamamoto Ryouta & family - outtake.
249w; G - Outtake of 'Love of a Thousand Years' (Takizawa Kabuki 2010 fic that has been in the works for AGES but put on hold due to the lack of translations/subs for the second act of said butai.) I took it out because it disrupted the flow of the start, but liked the little family interaction too much to toss completely. ^^;;
His brother Kouta's head swiveled from where he was sitting on the floor, half naked and game controller in hand. “Yo!”
“Welcome home, sweetie!” his mother called out from the kitchen. “How'd everything go~? Tell me all about this new show!”
Ryouta smiled, glancing up. “Ah... You know, I think I'll just make you wait and see it yourself.”
Kouta laughed, pausing the game so he could scramble over, making a grab at the script. “I bet you have to dress up as a girl again~!”
“Shut up!” Ryouta dropped the script onto the table, momentarily distracted as he tackled Kouta, tussling on the ground for a few moments before he got his brother flipped onto his stomach, holding him there until Kouta tapped out.
“Boys, no fighting,” their mother scolded, rather delayed and not really meaning it. Yamamoto Mama was affectionately tolerant of her sons' antics.
“I don't know if Aniki still counts as a boy,” Kouta teased and as revenge, Ryouta mussed his hair up even more before hauling himself to his feet.
“I'm a little wiped.” With an apologetic smile, Ryouta plucked the script up off the table. “I'm going to take a nap, okay?”
“Dinner'll be done in a bit, honey, are you sure?” His mother was used to his work habits, but she still greatly disliked him skipping meals.
“I'll re-heat when I wake up,” he assured her, dropping a kiss on her cheek. “Save me a plate? Sorry, I just feel really tired.”
Info: Yamamoto Ryouta & family - outtake.
249w; G - Outtake of 'Love of a Thousand Years' (Takizawa Kabuki 2010 fic that has been in the works for AGES but put on hold due to the lack of translations/subs for the second act of said butai.) I took it out because it disrupted the flow of the start, but liked the little family interaction too much to toss completely. ^^;;
His brother Kouta's head swiveled from where he was sitting on the floor, half naked and game controller in hand. “Yo!”
“Welcome home, sweetie!” his mother called out from the kitchen. “How'd everything go~? Tell me all about this new show!”
Ryouta smiled, glancing up. “Ah... You know, I think I'll just make you wait and see it yourself.”
Kouta laughed, pausing the game so he could scramble over, making a grab at the script. “I bet you have to dress up as a girl again~!”
“Shut up!” Ryouta dropped the script onto the table, momentarily distracted as he tackled Kouta, tussling on the ground for a few moments before he got his brother flipped onto his stomach, holding him there until Kouta tapped out.
“Boys, no fighting,” their mother scolded, rather delayed and not really meaning it. Yamamoto Mama was affectionately tolerant of her sons' antics.
“I don't know if Aniki still counts as a boy,” Kouta teased and as revenge, Ryouta mussed his hair up even more before hauling himself to his feet.
“I'm a little wiped.” With an apologetic smile, Ryouta plucked the script up off the table. “I'm going to take a nap, okay?”
“Dinner'll be done in a bit, honey, are you sure?” His mother was used to his work habits, but she still greatly disliked him skipping meals.
“I'll re-heat when I wake up,” he assured her, dropping a kiss on her cheek. “Save me a plate? Sorry, I just feel really tired.”