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[Team Two] Honey Drips Across the Milky Way
Alien verse, set between A Light in the Dark and Venus Flytrap
"Date?" Totsuka asks, barely awake. He spent most of the station's sleep shift in negotiation with various underground merchants, trying to find enough replacement parts to upgrade their tiny, stolen space ship from obvious-death-trap to you-gotta-be-joking on a more than tight budget.
Hashimoto nods, antennae blinking excitedly. “There's a cafe on this station that serves mierinen! I haven't had any since I left home. And they have human foods too.”
Totsuka rubs the sleep out of his eyes, both to give himself time to think and to keep his hands safely occupied. He aches with the desire to touch Hashimoto's cheek, to ruffle his hair, especially lately when Hashimoto looks so happy.
They are unable to stay in any place longer than a week, kicked out of space stations and colonies alike. If Hashimoto had more of a game-face, they might be able to pretend, might be able to keep the nature of their relationship secret for a while, but Totsuka never once considers asking Hashimoto to hide his emotions. It might be selfish, but Totsuka's heart soars every time he looks at Hashimoto and sees love shining back at him, bright and clear.
“Come on, come on!” Hashimoto is practically bouncing in place. If he could, he would be tugging on Totsuka's arm to get him to get up faster, that's how excited he is about the prospect of eating his favourite childhood sweet. Mierinen is a concoction made mostly of honey, with sugar and various sweet fruit juices mixed in. Few species besides Hashimoto's can stomach it.
Totsuka rises carefully from his bunk. Even with Hashimoto patching up everything as soon as he can, their ship is not exactly sturdy. While Totsuka makes his way to the hygiene unit for a quick shower, Hashimoto dances around the small cabin. Totsuka can hear him singing even from under the shower.
~~~
On their way to the cafe, Hashimoto uses the opportunity to spread his wings, stretching the delicate membranes. The small living space of their space ship is much too cramped for him to risk it, nails, sharp edges and Totsuka providing constant danger.
It's hard not to get distracted by Hashimoto's enthusiasm, but Totsuka knows he needs to stay alert. This space station is located in one of the rougher sectors of the known universe, as far away from the law as you can get without quite crossing the line to pirate or rebel. He's wearing civilian clothes, but he hasn't been a fugitive long enough to erase what he was for more than half his life from his posture. Together with the old-fashioned revolver at his hip it's enough to keep the gangs at a distance, to keep them looking for easier prey.
The cafe is clearly not catering to humans – most of the chairs don't have backs, to more easily accommodate wings or tails. The waiter is a tall ex-convict, prison tattoos from one of the harsher prison planets visible on three of his arms. Totsuka does his best to stay calm under the waiter's cold, hard stare.
Hashimoto at least gets a grunt in reply to his bright greeting, so Totsuka leaves the ordering of food up to him. Totsuka settles down at one of the tables, with his back to the wall and most of the cafe in direct view. Even among his worries, he's amused to see that Hashimoto keeps glancing towards him while he chats with the staff, clearly making sure that Totsuka is fine, that no one is bothering him.
They've been travelling together, just the two of them, for nearly half a year already, yet Totsuka never gets tired of seeing Hashimoto like this. Confidently talking to members of various species, clearly on an equal basis, liking everyone and in return liked or at least tolerated by most. If Hashimoto shone back on the ship when they met, confined by rules and human oppression, he's positively blazing now.
Hashimoto skips over and settles on the chair opposite Totsuka, spreading his wings out behind him. Totsuka has gotten better at reading Hashimoto's signals, but Hashimoto's antennae keep flipping through the colours too quick for Totsuka to decipher until they settle on a slower pink-red-pink. “My first date with Tottsu~”
They don't have to wait long for their food to arrive. Hashimoto easily fills the time with small talk and Totsuka is more than happy to listen, enchanted by Hashimoto's laughter. When the waiter slides the tall glass filled with honey onto the table, Hashimoto stops mid-word, his mouth standing open. Eyes fixed on the sweet, delicious mess, Hashimoto is entirely still, except for his hair, which keeps swaying gently as if stirred by an invisible breeze.
A tattoo of a capital N on top of a tiny snowflake brand on the inside of the waiter's wrist catches Totsuka's eye as a bowl of ice cream is slammed down in front of him. He's sure he's seen one of those snowflakes before, but even if the waiter was more friendly, he wouldn't ask.
A moment later all thoughts of tattoos are driven from his mind. Hashimoto dips the funnel into the honey almost reverently. When he pulls it back out, the thick, red-gold liquid drips down in thick, heavy droplets. Hashimoto catches a drop, the honey very red against the green of his tongue. Hashimoto's tongue glides along the outside of the glass funnel before dipping inside, pleased little noises slipping out in between. It's more than sensual and Totsuka can't stop staring.
“Your ice cream's melting.” Hashimoto's voice is knowing, snapping Totsuka abruptly back to reality. There's just a hint of blue on Hashimoto's lips, be it from delight at his favourite dessert or from Totsuka's stare. “Tottsu should eat too.”
The ice cream is pleasantly cool on his tongue, helping Totsuka to calm down. “This is delightful.”
Hashimoto nods, his antennae bobbing in counterpoint to his hair. Chewing on his lip, Hashimoto continues, “Almost the perfect date! We should feed each other, but...”
Ice cream is one of the few things Hashimoto can't eat, since his throat is not equipped to handle the cold, but Totsuka has been thinking of a way around that since Hashimoto first suggested this date. Taking a spoon full of ice cream, Totsuka drops it into Hashimoto's honey, stirring until the small quantity of ice cream has entirely dissolved. Next he lets the honey clinging to his spoon drip onto his ice cream. The smile Hashimoto gives him in return is bright enough to melt all the ice cream in the universe and then some.
After finishing his honey, Hashimoto is giddy, giggling and blinking increasingly suggestive patterns at Totsuka. “Lets get back to the ship, Hasshi,” Totsuka finally says, as reluctant to end their date as Hashimoto is.
“Nooo,” Hashimoto sings, balancing his chair on two legs. “Don't wanna go back to work yet.”
“Hashimoto Ryosuke,” Totsuka tries to make his voice stern, but he can't help laughing at Hashimoto's antics. Hashimoto drunk on honey is an endearing sight.
“Okay, okay,” Hashimoto gives in. “Lets go!” He makes his way to the register to pay, only wavering slightly.
The waiter glares at the other staff until they shuffle away to hide in the backroom, apparently used to his bullying ways. He turns his glare to Hashimoto. “Your name's Hashimoto?” the waiter asks, his fingers making a quick pattern Totsuka can't quite see from his position near the door.
Hashimoto nods, sobering up quickly. “You're one of-” he begins, but a quick shake of the waiter's head cuts him off.
“You should leave soon,” the waiter says while Hashimoto pays. He nods towards Totsuka. “His kind's not popular around here. This isn't the place for you.”
There's a small data-chip mixed in with the change Hashimoto pockets.
Hashimoto is rather quiet on the way back to their ship. As soon as Totsuka closes the airlock, Hashimoto slides the data-chip into the ships computer. Coordinates appear, to a small planet near the edge of known space. It's listed as uninhabited in the public charts.
“That's the same planet Nika-chan mentioned in his mail last night,” Hashimoto murmurs. “You wanna go there, Tottsu?” Hashimoto grins at Totsuka's reluctance to show curiosity. “That waiter was one of Sana-chan's friends. Did you see the snowflake tattoo?”
~~~
“We don't want any trouble with the law,” the station master explains, “this can't be tolerated. People are getting agitated. You need to leave.”
“We are leaving,” Hashimoto cuts in. “The engine's fucked. I need eight hours to fix it enough it won't take out half your station when I start it.”
“Eight hours,” the station master agrees. “But stay on your ship and no more perversions. Don't come back.”
“Like we need your crummy station,” Hashimoto mutters as soon as the official is out of earshot.
“Can you fix it?” Totsuka asks, looking up from counting the rations. They have enough food to get to the planet they have chosen as their next goal, though it will be tight.
“As long as I'm with Tottsu, I can do anything.” Hashimoto grins at him, antennae blinking a confident blue-yellow pattern. “With enough glue and duct tape, this warp-drive will be as good as new.”
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"Date?" Totsuka asks, barely awake. He spent most of the station's sleep shift in negotiation with various underground merchants, trying to find enough replacement parts to upgrade their tiny, stolen space ship from obvious-death-trap to you-gotta-be-joking on a more than tight budget.
Hashimoto nods, antennae blinking excitedly. “There's a cafe on this station that serves mierinen! I haven't had any since I left home. And they have human foods too.”
Totsuka rubs the sleep out of his eyes, both to give himself time to think and to keep his hands safely occupied. He aches with the desire to touch Hashimoto's cheek, to ruffle his hair, especially lately when Hashimoto looks so happy.
They are unable to stay in any place longer than a week, kicked out of space stations and colonies alike. If Hashimoto had more of a game-face, they might be able to pretend, might be able to keep the nature of their relationship secret for a while, but Totsuka never once considers asking Hashimoto to hide his emotions. It might be selfish, but Totsuka's heart soars every time he looks at Hashimoto and sees love shining back at him, bright and clear.
“Come on, come on!” Hashimoto is practically bouncing in place. If he could, he would be tugging on Totsuka's arm to get him to get up faster, that's how excited he is about the prospect of eating his favourite childhood sweet. Mierinen is a concoction made mostly of honey, with sugar and various sweet fruit juices mixed in. Few species besides Hashimoto's can stomach it.
Totsuka rises carefully from his bunk. Even with Hashimoto patching up everything as soon as he can, their ship is not exactly sturdy. While Totsuka makes his way to the hygiene unit for a quick shower, Hashimoto dances around the small cabin. Totsuka can hear him singing even from under the shower.
~~~
On their way to the cafe, Hashimoto uses the opportunity to spread his wings, stretching the delicate membranes. The small living space of their space ship is much too cramped for him to risk it, nails, sharp edges and Totsuka providing constant danger.
It's hard not to get distracted by Hashimoto's enthusiasm, but Totsuka knows he needs to stay alert. This space station is located in one of the rougher sectors of the known universe, as far away from the law as you can get without quite crossing the line to pirate or rebel. He's wearing civilian clothes, but he hasn't been a fugitive long enough to erase what he was for more than half his life from his posture. Together with the old-fashioned revolver at his hip it's enough to keep the gangs at a distance, to keep them looking for easier prey.
The cafe is clearly not catering to humans – most of the chairs don't have backs, to more easily accommodate wings or tails. The waiter is a tall ex-convict, prison tattoos from one of the harsher prison planets visible on three of his arms. Totsuka does his best to stay calm under the waiter's cold, hard stare.
Hashimoto at least gets a grunt in reply to his bright greeting, so Totsuka leaves the ordering of food up to him. Totsuka settles down at one of the tables, with his back to the wall and most of the cafe in direct view. Even among his worries, he's amused to see that Hashimoto keeps glancing towards him while he chats with the staff, clearly making sure that Totsuka is fine, that no one is bothering him.
They've been travelling together, just the two of them, for nearly half a year already, yet Totsuka never gets tired of seeing Hashimoto like this. Confidently talking to members of various species, clearly on an equal basis, liking everyone and in return liked or at least tolerated by most. If Hashimoto shone back on the ship when they met, confined by rules and human oppression, he's positively blazing now.
Hashimoto skips over and settles on the chair opposite Totsuka, spreading his wings out behind him. Totsuka has gotten better at reading Hashimoto's signals, but Hashimoto's antennae keep flipping through the colours too quick for Totsuka to decipher until they settle on a slower pink-red-pink. “My first date with Tottsu~”
They don't have to wait long for their food to arrive. Hashimoto easily fills the time with small talk and Totsuka is more than happy to listen, enchanted by Hashimoto's laughter. When the waiter slides the tall glass filled with honey onto the table, Hashimoto stops mid-word, his mouth standing open. Eyes fixed on the sweet, delicious mess, Hashimoto is entirely still, except for his hair, which keeps swaying gently as if stirred by an invisible breeze.
A tattoo of a capital N on top of a tiny snowflake brand on the inside of the waiter's wrist catches Totsuka's eye as a bowl of ice cream is slammed down in front of him. He's sure he's seen one of those snowflakes before, but even if the waiter was more friendly, he wouldn't ask.
A moment later all thoughts of tattoos are driven from his mind. Hashimoto dips the funnel into the honey almost reverently. When he pulls it back out, the thick, red-gold liquid drips down in thick, heavy droplets. Hashimoto catches a drop, the honey very red against the green of his tongue. Hashimoto's tongue glides along the outside of the glass funnel before dipping inside, pleased little noises slipping out in between. It's more than sensual and Totsuka can't stop staring.
“Your ice cream's melting.” Hashimoto's voice is knowing, snapping Totsuka abruptly back to reality. There's just a hint of blue on Hashimoto's lips, be it from delight at his favourite dessert or from Totsuka's stare. “Tottsu should eat too.”
The ice cream is pleasantly cool on his tongue, helping Totsuka to calm down. “This is delightful.”
Hashimoto nods, his antennae bobbing in counterpoint to his hair. Chewing on his lip, Hashimoto continues, “Almost the perfect date! We should feed each other, but...”
Ice cream is one of the few things Hashimoto can't eat, since his throat is not equipped to handle the cold, but Totsuka has been thinking of a way around that since Hashimoto first suggested this date. Taking a spoon full of ice cream, Totsuka drops it into Hashimoto's honey, stirring until the small quantity of ice cream has entirely dissolved. Next he lets the honey clinging to his spoon drip onto his ice cream. The smile Hashimoto gives him in return is bright enough to melt all the ice cream in the universe and then some.
After finishing his honey, Hashimoto is giddy, giggling and blinking increasingly suggestive patterns at Totsuka. “Lets get back to the ship, Hasshi,” Totsuka finally says, as reluctant to end their date as Hashimoto is.
“Nooo,” Hashimoto sings, balancing his chair on two legs. “Don't wanna go back to work yet.”
“Hashimoto Ryosuke,” Totsuka tries to make his voice stern, but he can't help laughing at Hashimoto's antics. Hashimoto drunk on honey is an endearing sight.
“Okay, okay,” Hashimoto gives in. “Lets go!” He makes his way to the register to pay, only wavering slightly.
The waiter glares at the other staff until they shuffle away to hide in the backroom, apparently used to his bullying ways. He turns his glare to Hashimoto. “Your name's Hashimoto?” the waiter asks, his fingers making a quick pattern Totsuka can't quite see from his position near the door.
Hashimoto nods, sobering up quickly. “You're one of-” he begins, but a quick shake of the waiter's head cuts him off.
“You should leave soon,” the waiter says while Hashimoto pays. He nods towards Totsuka. “His kind's not popular around here. This isn't the place for you.”
There's a small data-chip mixed in with the change Hashimoto pockets.
Hashimoto is rather quiet on the way back to their ship. As soon as Totsuka closes the airlock, Hashimoto slides the data-chip into the ships computer. Coordinates appear, to a small planet near the edge of known space. It's listed as uninhabited in the public charts.
“That's the same planet Nika-chan mentioned in his mail last night,” Hashimoto murmurs. “You wanna go there, Tottsu?” Hashimoto grins at Totsuka's reluctance to show curiosity. “That waiter was one of Sana-chan's friends. Did you see the snowflake tattoo?”
~~~
“We don't want any trouble with the law,” the station master explains, “this can't be tolerated. People are getting agitated. You need to leave.”
“We are leaving,” Hashimoto cuts in. “The engine's fucked. I need eight hours to fix it enough it won't take out half your station when I start it.”
“Eight hours,” the station master agrees. “But stay on your ship and no more perversions. Don't come back.”
“Like we need your crummy station,” Hashimoto mutters as soon as the official is out of earshot.
“Can you fix it?” Totsuka asks, looking up from counting the rations. They have enough food to get to the planet they have chosen as their next goal, though it will be tight.
“As long as I'm with Tottsu, I can do anything.” Hashimoto grins at him, antennae blinking a confident blue-yellow pattern. “With enough glue and duct tape, this warp-drive will be as good as new.”
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ugh all of the blinking and date night and awwwww it's the cutest and then hasshi gets drunk on honey lol that is awesome. Snowflakes! lol Nozawa bullying the staff is hilarious. also it cracked me up that "his kind isn't popular here" was in reference to Tottsu instead of Hasshi. Poor kid can't keep his blinking to himsel XD
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THEY'RE OUTLAWS OF LOVE!
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Haha, they are XD
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LOL Hasshi is just too cute~
I wish he wouldn't die if I pet him >.>
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When Yokoo is away for work, Nika usually stays with Senga (sand in his ears be damned), but whenever Fujigaya drops in to play with Senga, Nika goes to hide at Mitsu's place (even if Mitsu is asleep three weeks out of four), since that's the only place Taipi won't go. Nika believes he'll get pregnant if Gaya so much as kisses him (it's not entirely impossible).
Before the human empire took over most of known space, many other species had already discovered interstellar travel - Taiga's people for example had a kingdom spanning over around fifty planets, and Taiga is the heir to the throne. Once he gets off age, his people plan to team up with other resistance cells and to attempt to overthrow the human empire. (Which is why Taiga and a bunch of juniors end up on the colony later, Gaya gets charged with hiding Taiga safely away until the time comes.)
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lol fur allergy awwww. Also i bet shedding week Nika is a complete crank and it's the most adorable shit in the whole world. and awwwww Taipi hiding Taiga, cutest.