Flights of Fancy
“Gojyo…what are you doing?”
“Painting the roof, what does it look like?”
“Well, to me it looks like attempted suicide!”
Hakkai had returned home one day after shopping to find Gojyo perched precariously on the edge of their roof, paint bucket and brush in hand. The mad grin -usually reserved for particularly bloody fights- was plastered on his face and it was this grin that made Hakkai apprehensive. It usually meant that Gojyo was up to no good.
“Humph.” Gojyo muttered and resumed his activity. Hakkai noted almost immediately that Gojyo was in fact using the left over paint from when they had redecorated the living room last week and that it would wash away as soon as it rained.
However, Hakkai concluded, Gojyo’s flights of fancy were few and far between these days, so he’d let him indulge himself for now.
Hakkai walked into the kitchen and calmly started to sort through the shopping. A few minutes later Gojyo appeared, drenched from head to foot in half a bucket of paint.
“Oh Gojyo…” Hakkai stood, hands on hips, clearly not impressed. “Just look at the mess you’ve made! Did any of the paint actually get on the roof?”
“Erm,” Gojyo deliberated “I’m gonna have to say no.”
Hakkai sighed, he had lived with Gojyo long enough to have an inbuilt mechanism which allowed him to just sigh the pain away.
“Well, you’re going to have to take a bath.”
“On my own?” Gojyo pouted
“Yes, I do believe that you are old enough to be capable of washing yourself.” Hakkai wasn’t going to give in
“But baaaaaabe…” Gojyo whined, attempting to wind his hands around Hakkai’s waist.
“No.” Hakkai said firmly, pushing Gojyo’s hands away. “I’m not falling for that again.”
Gojyo pouted, but resigned to his fate and walked off to the bathroom with drooping shoulders. Hakkai smiled serenely and continued to unpack the shopping, taking care to put everything in its rightful place, be it the fridge, the cupboard or the freezer.
After Hakkai heard the unmistakeable sounds of a person in a bath, he decided to tease Gojyo and walked up to the door and sauntered in without knocking. He was greeted by a shout of “Pervert!” and was given the silent treatment for the rest of the week. However, Gojyo finally gave in when Hakkai bought him some beer.
Once it rained and the paint ran off the roof, staining an unlucky patch of grass orange, Hakkai suggested that they re-paint it together and Gojyo would only comply if they did something else together. Hakkai gave in, as Gojyo’s flights of fancy are few and far between these days and he’d just indulge him for now. After all, how bad could one little bath possibly be?
Fin.
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Aaah, how i do love Gojyo/Hakkai.
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