ASKJLF [October 12th] [D18] [Reborn!]
Title :: ASKJLF
Prompt :: October 12th, “hell’s bells” [31_days]
Pairing :: D18
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 444
Summary :: To date, Dino Cavallone has gone through twenty-seven phones.
Notes :: *FLAILS* The lovely yukiiiii was kind enough to translate this~! You can find the translation here! ♥♥♥
To date, Dino Cavallone has gone through twenty-seven phones.
Romario insists that it is in keeping with his image, that a Mafioso should have nothing but the newest technology, but that still does not change the fact that he has broken eleven phones during his falls, has fallen on eight of them, accidentally demolished five with his own whip, and thinks Enzio might just have eaten two for lunch when he wasn’t looking.
Or the fact that number twenty-seven was just bitten beyond repair by his own former student.
“You,” Hibari Kyoya begins, spitting the antenna nonchalantly onto the ground, “called me in the middle of a class. Need I quote you the Namimori Handbook to explain how this disrupts discipline?”
“K-Kyoya-!”
“Then,” Hibari continues, completely ignoring both him and the way the bits of phone beep pathetically at his feet, “when I did not deign to pick up, you proceeded to text me no less than fifteen times, most of the messages containing nothing but incomprehensible bits of punctuation.”
“Those were smiley faces, Kyoya-”
“Furthermore, A-S-K-J-L-F is not a word, nor is it even remotely pronounceable.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be! I fell down when I was typing and then accidentally hit Send!”
Hibari’s expression is a study in unimpressed, and it does not even come close to shutting Dino up.
“Besides, I thought you’d be a little less hostile if I made your pants vibrate-”
Hibari lunges, clearly intending to bite his face off before he can even come close to finishing that sentence, but his teeth only click together on empty air.
“-with the Namimori Anthem!” Dino squawks, limbs splayed haphazardly on the ground, having tripped the moment he attempted to dodge his former student’s attack. And before Hibari can continue the assault, he leans up to sneak his hand into the boy’s pocket and snatch his own phone.
“Here,” he continues cheerfully, forcing himself back to his feet and studiously ignoring the death glares as he flips the phone open. “You can at least respond with this, next time!”
And then he hits a few quick keys, and holds the phone horizontally out for inspection:
:|
“It’s the face you’re making right now!” he helpfully explains, reaching out to ruffle Hibari’s hair. “It’s kind of cute, really.”
He leaves with no phone, but then, that’s okay - his fingers are bitten too badly for him to use one, anyway.
(And he makes a mental note to make sure that number twenty-eight is bright yellow and set with a chirping ringtone - if Hibari mistakes it for his Hibird, then maybe that one will actually stand a fighting chance.)
Prompt :: October 12th, “hell’s bells” [31_days]
Pairing :: D18
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 444
Summary :: To date, Dino Cavallone has gone through twenty-seven phones.
Notes :: *FLAILS* The lovely yukiiiii was kind enough to translate this~! You can find the translation here! ♥♥♥
To date, Dino Cavallone has gone through twenty-seven phones.
Romario insists that it is in keeping with his image, that a Mafioso should have nothing but the newest technology, but that still does not change the fact that he has broken eleven phones during his falls, has fallen on eight of them, accidentally demolished five with his own whip, and thinks Enzio might just have eaten two for lunch when he wasn’t looking.
Or the fact that number twenty-seven was just bitten beyond repair by his own former student.
“You,” Hibari Kyoya begins, spitting the antenna nonchalantly onto the ground, “called me in the middle of a class. Need I quote you the Namimori Handbook to explain how this disrupts discipline?”
“K-Kyoya-!”
“Then,” Hibari continues, completely ignoring both him and the way the bits of phone beep pathetically at his feet, “when I did not deign to pick up, you proceeded to text me no less than fifteen times, most of the messages containing nothing but incomprehensible bits of punctuation.”
“Those were smiley faces, Kyoya-”
“Furthermore, A-S-K-J-L-F is not a word, nor is it even remotely pronounceable.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be! I fell down when I was typing and then accidentally hit Send!”
Hibari’s expression is a study in unimpressed, and it does not even come close to shutting Dino up.
“Besides, I thought you’d be a little less hostile if I made your pants vibrate-”
Hibari lunges, clearly intending to bite his face off before he can even come close to finishing that sentence, but his teeth only click together on empty air.
“-with the Namimori Anthem!” Dino squawks, limbs splayed haphazardly on the ground, having tripped the moment he attempted to dodge his former student’s attack. And before Hibari can continue the assault, he leans up to sneak his hand into the boy’s pocket and snatch his own phone.
“Here,” he continues cheerfully, forcing himself back to his feet and studiously ignoring the death glares as he flips the phone open. “You can at least respond with this, next time!”
And then he hits a few quick keys, and holds the phone horizontally out for inspection:
:|
“It’s the face you’re making right now!” he helpfully explains, reaching out to ruffle Hibari’s hair. “It’s kind of cute, really.”
He leaves with no phone, but then, that’s okay - his fingers are bitten too badly for him to use one, anyway.
(And he makes a mental note to make sure that number twenty-eight is bright yellow and set with a chirping ringtone - if Hibari mistakes it for his Hibird, then maybe that one will actually stand a fighting chance.)