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writetomyheart2013-04-11 10:09 pm
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[team one] walk-in closets like tombs
feeling a little braindead but figured i could get something quick and stupid out. it is very stupid. set in a 'verse rosie and i have written in for quite awhile, but i don't think you need to know anything about it to get this.
Agreeing on a truce was, while the moral high road, something Ohkura wasn't really all too pleased about. Truthfully. He hated being treated like he was being unreasonable, or making mountains out of mole hills, and it was more than a little infuriating to try and fight with Junno. Mostly because Junno never actually fought much -- no, he usually just stood in his spot and smiled his "you sound insane but I'm putting up with it because I love you" smile. Ohkura loves Junno's smiles but he rather detests this one.
Still, there was no clearcut winning with someone who merely brushed things off with a roll of a shoulder and a lopsided grin. That it happened after five months living together just felt like a slap to the face.
"I wish he would get it," Ohkura mutters into his bubble tea.
Ever the best friend, Yasu shrugs in reply. "Have you tried actually showing him? Your boyfriend's pretty dense."
"...that means having to go to the store," Ohkura mumbles, slumping even further at the idea of it. Kick him while he's down, Yasu. Go right ahead.
Yasu had a point, though, as usual. Which is how Ohkura managed to power himself through an early alarm on Saturday and corner Junno in the kitchen.
"I am going to teach you how to do laundry right. With the right detergent," Ohkura adds for emphasis, shaking a new bottle of his preferred brand at Junno as he marches him towards their laundry closet, shoving the lesser kind Junno bought by accident to the side. While Junno's still a little stunned at this sudden attack, Ohkura plops a bunch of clothing grabbed from their hamper on top of the washer, articles clothing of all types and colors to make the lesson as eductional as possible.
"First -- separating them properly. All you have to do is -- ...is this your tie? Do you even wear ties?"
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Agreeing on a truce was, while the moral high road, something Ohkura wasn't really all too pleased about. Truthfully. He hated being treated like he was being unreasonable, or making mountains out of mole hills, and it was more than a little infuriating to try and fight with Junno. Mostly because Junno never actually fought much -- no, he usually just stood in his spot and smiled his "you sound insane but I'm putting up with it because I love you" smile. Ohkura loves Junno's smiles but he rather detests this one.
Still, there was no clearcut winning with someone who merely brushed things off with a roll of a shoulder and a lopsided grin. That it happened after five months living together just felt like a slap to the face.
"I wish he would get it," Ohkura mutters into his bubble tea.
Ever the best friend, Yasu shrugs in reply. "Have you tried actually showing him? Your boyfriend's pretty dense."
"...that means having to go to the store," Ohkura mumbles, slumping even further at the idea of it. Kick him while he's down, Yasu. Go right ahead.
Yasu had a point, though, as usual. Which is how Ohkura managed to power himself through an early alarm on Saturday and corner Junno in the kitchen.
"I am going to teach you how to do laundry right. With the right detergent," Ohkura adds for emphasis, shaking a new bottle of his preferred brand at Junno as he marches him towards their laundry closet, shoving the lesser kind Junno bought by accident to the side. While Junno's still a little stunned at this sudden attack, Ohkura plops a bunch of clothing grabbed from their hamper on top of the washer, articles clothing of all types and colors to make the lesson as eductional as possible.
"First -- separating them properly. All you have to do is -- ...is this your tie? Do you even wear ties?"
nanyakanya is up! ♥