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[team two] random AU in which Yoko is too internally dramatic
(As usual.)
"It's totally worth it!"
Yoko's not sure where Hina's optimism is coming from -- he never really is -- but he finds himself unable to do much more than quirk his lips upward and nod. "Hehh..." he breathes as his eyes scan the display in front of him, unconvinced, and he can feel Hina turn toward him like a hyena out for a kill, fixing him with sharp eyes and sharper fangs.
"You've got nothing to worry about, I'm telling you!" Hina insists, grinning, his eyebrows bobbling. This is like something out of a movie, Yoko realizes, a bad American one from the 80s where the one partner convinces the other partner to do something entirely unnecessary and through a series of misunderstandings they find themselves in prison or in a sewer or in South America, and possibly a South American prison sewer if they play their cards right. But it only takes Yoko another moment to realize that his life and those 80s movies have that vital ingredient in common: a partner he trusts, for better or worse, with everything from his laundry to his life.
And so, two weeks later, Yoko writes his name on the dotted line, and presses his seal down next to it with all of the pomp of a rookie judge with a plastic gavel.
There. It's official. They're moving in together.
miquilis, you're up! Welcome back to shiritori~
"It's totally worth it!"
Yoko's not sure where Hina's optimism is coming from -- he never really is -- but he finds himself unable to do much more than quirk his lips upward and nod. "Hehh..." he breathes as his eyes scan the display in front of him, unconvinced, and he can feel Hina turn toward him like a hyena out for a kill, fixing him with sharp eyes and sharper fangs.
"You've got nothing to worry about, I'm telling you!" Hina insists, grinning, his eyebrows bobbling. This is like something out of a movie, Yoko realizes, a bad American one from the 80s where the one partner convinces the other partner to do something entirely unnecessary and through a series of misunderstandings they find themselves in prison or in a sewer or in South America, and possibly a South American prison sewer if they play their cards right. But it only takes Yoko another moment to realize that his life and those 80s movies have that vital ingredient in common: a partner he trusts, for better or worse, with everything from his laundry to his life.
And so, two weeks later, Yoko writes his name on the dotted line, and presses his seal down next to it with all of the pomp of a rookie judge with a plastic gavel.
There. It's official. They're moving in together.
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