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writetomyheart2013-03-28 10:46 pm
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[team two] roommate woes
Nino/Yoko roommate 'verse.
Is a werewolf just a wolf that you can't find?
You use blue and red to make purple, but how do you make blue?
Why don't they make pockets that go down to your knees?
These are the questions that plague Yoko every night as he climbs into bed, nursing his past idiocy like a bottle of wine from the 100yen shop, shameful to the last drop. It's not like Yoko's stupid, really. He just says a lot of things that don't necessarily need to be said out loud. Or ever.
Nino is merciful, which mostly means that he hasn't kicked Yoko out or smashed his fingers with a game controller yet. The relationship they have is a precarious one, because Nino's quicker than most people when it comes to picking at easy targets like Yoko, and Yoko's just so good at making himself an easy target.
There's a knock on Yoko's bedroom door, that characteristic little tap that's arrogant and friendly and needy all at once. "Yoko?"
"It's open," Yoko says half into his pillow.
Nino's wearing his usual bedtime attire: whatever the fuck he feels like wearing. Tonight it's some gym shorts and an old t-shirt that he rescued when Yoko was trying to throw it out. "Who cares about the seam?" he'd said. "I'll love it if you won't." And he's loved it for three years since.
"Why are you sulking?" Nino says with a frown.
Yoko turns in his bed dramatically, facing the wall, his only friend. "Leave me alone. I'm too stupid for this world."
"That doesn't mean this world doesn't need you."
"No, no," Yoko says insistently, putting up a hand of protest. "Go on without me."
Nino makes an irritated noise, and Yoko can hear the stomping as it comes his way. Yoko barely contains a snicker. Nino's surprisingly loud for such a little guy.
And then Nino's on him, tugging at his arm and poking at his side, a little yappy dog that just wants his roommate to play. "You need to stop doing this every night. One of these days you're actually going to be upset and I'm just going to ignore you."
Yoko laughs, happier than he'll admit because he knows Nino's lying. "Fine, fine, just stop stabbing me with your bones."
Nino digs his elbows in deeper.
San-chan, your turn~
Is a werewolf just a wolf that you can't find?
You use blue and red to make purple, but how do you make blue?
Why don't they make pockets that go down to your knees?
These are the questions that plague Yoko every night as he climbs into bed, nursing his past idiocy like a bottle of wine from the 100yen shop, shameful to the last drop. It's not like Yoko's stupid, really. He just says a lot of things that don't necessarily need to be said out loud. Or ever.
Nino is merciful, which mostly means that he hasn't kicked Yoko out or smashed his fingers with a game controller yet. The relationship they have is a precarious one, because Nino's quicker than most people when it comes to picking at easy targets like Yoko, and Yoko's just so good at making himself an easy target.
There's a knock on Yoko's bedroom door, that characteristic little tap that's arrogant and friendly and needy all at once. "Yoko?"
"It's open," Yoko says half into his pillow.
Nino's wearing his usual bedtime attire: whatever the fuck he feels like wearing. Tonight it's some gym shorts and an old t-shirt that he rescued when Yoko was trying to throw it out. "Who cares about the seam?" he'd said. "I'll love it if you won't." And he's loved it for three years since.
"Why are you sulking?" Nino says with a frown.
Yoko turns in his bed dramatically, facing the wall, his only friend. "Leave me alone. I'm too stupid for this world."
"That doesn't mean this world doesn't need you."
"No, no," Yoko says insistently, putting up a hand of protest. "Go on without me."
Nino makes an irritated noise, and Yoko can hear the stomping as it comes his way. Yoko barely contains a snicker. Nino's surprisingly loud for such a little guy.
And then Nino's on him, tugging at his arm and poking at his side, a little yappy dog that just wants his roommate to play. "You need to stop doing this every night. One of these days you're actually going to be upset and I'm just going to ignore you."
Yoko laughs, happier than he'll admit because he knows Nino's lying. "Fine, fine, just stop stabbing me with your bones."
Nino digs his elbows in deeper.
San-chan, your turn~