Cat on arm makes typing hard
I come back to LJ after awhile and now the little favorite buttons are rounder O: This is madness!
Title: Conversation Pwn
Series: Saiyuki
Word count: 630
Warnings: PG-13, innuendo-y
Characters/Pairings: Hakkai/Gojyo
1.
“… Hakkai.”
“Yes, Gojyo?”
“… There’s a q-tip in my ear.”
“Indeed there is.”
“… Why is there a q-tip in my ear?”
“Well, it’s good to clean them out every now and then. Your ears, that is. And q-tips are traditionally used for that sort of thing, so it only makes sense.”
“… And I couldn’t clean them out myself?”
“Well, considering that you haven‘t done it for yourself in the past (despite my frequent reminders), I can only assume that you are incapable of doing so for whatever reason.”
“… Hakkai.”
“Yes, Gojyo?”
“You have a fucking q-tip in my ear.”
“Yes, we’ve established that.”
“Hakkai.”
“Just a moment, Gojyo, I’m almost finished.”
2.
“Hakkai. There’s something living in my laundry basket.”
“You’ve finally found your hamper?”
“There’s something living in it.”
“Well, Jeep needs a place to rest and you don’t like him on your futon, so it’s only fair, don‘t you think?”
“I think there’s something… dead in there with him.”
“Jeep has to eat too. Dragons are omnivores, you know.”
“It’s half of a dead something, Hakkai. In my laundry basket.”
“Do you really need to tell me this while I’m cooking dinner?”
“It’s your pet.”
“And it’s your laundry.”
“I’m not doing that batch Hakkai.”
“But I’m cooking dinner.”
“…I hate you.”
“The detergent is over the sink.”
3.
“…What the fuck.”
“Is something the matter?”
“… What the fuck, Hakkai.”
“Ah, so you liked it.”
“Where the hell did you learn that?”
“I don’t know why you’re so surprised. There are far more complicated positions in those magazines you read…”
“Yeah, but my magazines aren’t about the guy who fricken mops my kitchen every morning.”
“Is that supposed to be innuendo? Ahaha.”
“Funny. … Wait, how did you know about those magazines?”
“It’s not like you’ve ever been particularly secretive about them, have you?”
“Well… no… but… those ones aren’t just lying around… you know, the good ones…”
“The ones under your bed?”
“Bastard!”
“I was only doing the dusting.”
“Under my bed?”
“Yes.”
“Goddammit…”
“Really, Gojyo. It’s not like I’m your teenage son. There‘s no need to fuss. Now relax.”
“… What’re you doing?”
“… Don’t you want to do it again?”
“Uh, well… Hell yeah. I mean. Shit.”
“Alright then. The safe word this time is ‘mop’.”
“ ‘Mop?’ ”
“It’s short for ‘I promise to mop the kitchen for Hakkai tomorrow morning,’ ahaha.”
“What the fuck!”
4.
“Hakkai.”
“… Gojyo. You startled me.”
“Been standing here for awhile.”
“Ah… Is that so...”
“What’re you doing?”
“Just thinking, I guess.”
“You do that too often.”
“Ahaha, jealous perhaps?”
“Can it. What’s it about this time?”
“… I’m not sure, actually.”
“It’s raining.”
“Yes. Perhaps that‘s it. Or… perhaps it isn’t. It’s difficult to explain. It’s like nothing’s happening. That’s the problem. It’s raining, but there’s nothing. Nothing‘s different.”
“Hell, Hakkai. You’re the only guy I know who can turn happiness into a bad thing.”
“Happiness?”
“That’s what it is, isn’t it?”
“…”
“Heh. Just admit I win this time, and we’ll call it even.”
Title: Conversation Pwn
Series: Saiyuki
Word count: 630
Warnings: PG-13, innuendo-y
Characters/Pairings: Hakkai/Gojyo
1.
“… Hakkai.”
“Yes, Gojyo?”
“… There’s a q-tip in my ear.”
“Indeed there is.”
“… Why is there a q-tip in my ear?”
“Well, it’s good to clean them out every now and then. Your ears, that is. And q-tips are traditionally used for that sort of thing, so it only makes sense.”
“… And I couldn’t clean them out myself?”
“Well, considering that you haven‘t done it for yourself in the past (despite my frequent reminders), I can only assume that you are incapable of doing so for whatever reason.”
“… Hakkai.”
“Yes, Gojyo?”
“You have a fucking q-tip in my ear.”
“Yes, we’ve established that.”
“Hakkai.”
“Just a moment, Gojyo, I’m almost finished.”
2.
“Hakkai. There’s something living in my laundry basket.”
“You’ve finally found your hamper?”
“There’s something living in it.”
“Well, Jeep needs a place to rest and you don’t like him on your futon, so it’s only fair, don‘t you think?”
“I think there’s something… dead in there with him.”
“Jeep has to eat too. Dragons are omnivores, you know.”
“It’s half of a dead something, Hakkai. In my laundry basket.”
“Do you really need to tell me this while I’m cooking dinner?”
“It’s your pet.”
“And it’s your laundry.”
“I’m not doing that batch Hakkai.”
“But I’m cooking dinner.”
“…I hate you.”
“The detergent is over the sink.”
3.
“…What the fuck.”
“Is something the matter?”
“… What the fuck, Hakkai.”
“Ah, so you liked it.”
“Where the hell did you learn that?”
“I don’t know why you’re so surprised. There are far more complicated positions in those magazines you read…”
“Yeah, but my magazines aren’t about the guy who fricken mops my kitchen every morning.”
“Is that supposed to be innuendo? Ahaha.”
“Funny. … Wait, how did you know about those magazines?”
“It’s not like you’ve ever been particularly secretive about them, have you?”
“Well… no… but… those ones aren’t just lying around… you know, the good ones…”
“The ones under your bed?”
“Bastard!”
“I was only doing the dusting.”
“Under my bed?”
“Yes.”
“Goddammit…”
“Really, Gojyo. It’s not like I’m your teenage son. There‘s no need to fuss. Now relax.”
“… What’re you doing?”
“… Don’t you want to do it again?”
“Uh, well… Hell yeah. I mean. Shit.”
“Alright then. The safe word this time is ‘mop’.”
“ ‘Mop?’ ”
“It’s short for ‘I promise to mop the kitchen for Hakkai tomorrow morning,’ ahaha.”
“What the fuck!”
4.
“Hakkai.”
“… Gojyo. You startled me.”
“Been standing here for awhile.”
“Ah… Is that so...”
“What’re you doing?”
“Just thinking, I guess.”
“You do that too often.”
“Ahaha, jealous perhaps?”
“Can it. What’s it about this time?”
“… I’m not sure, actually.”
“It’s raining.”
“Yes. Perhaps that‘s it. Or… perhaps it isn’t. It’s difficult to explain. It’s like nothing’s happening. That’s the problem. It’s raining, but there’s nothing. Nothing‘s different.”
“Hell, Hakkai. You’re the only guy I know who can turn happiness into a bad thing.”
“Happiness?”
“That’s what it is, isn’t it?”
“…”
“Heh. Just admit I win this time, and we’ll call it even.”