narrowed his brow at the other, the question flew over his head. “oi, manly is my concept! i’m not adorable and cute like teddy bears.” fingers firmly grip the rim of the hat, cerulean hues twitched at the older male.
He can’t help it – he freaking laughs at the response he gets from the tiny violinist; shoulders shaking, stomach clenching, eyes tearing – the works. Who knew this kid was so hilarious?
It takes him more than a few moments to calm down, grin playing upon his lips. “That’s not what I meant, Syochin.” A small snicker escapes his lips, taking a breath to settle down. “I asked you what you think ‘manly’ is.”
Maybe it was just a good day. The fact that he didn’t have to do any kind of stupid shit to get some food from his bandmate. It was surprising to say the least but he’d just go with it. He hadn’t ate since he left his apartment that morning and was hungry to say the least. At Reiji’s mention of the food, he couldn’t help the fact that his ears perked up. All the while waiting, he could smell the food that would soon be in his stomach making him grow even more impatient for it.
Glancing up when the brunet had stepped back over to him, his jaw fell open at the words. Of course. Of course it wouldn’t be as easy as he originally had thought.
A mix of a glare and pout came over his face as he sat there looking at his source of food for the moment. “How about no? Hard to do something that I can’t find words for.”
Oh, look at that pout. It’s priceless – absolutely priceless – to see such an expression on his face. He wants to laugh, but he holds it back; he needs to see just how far he can carry this little prank of his. Of course he wouldn’t let him starve, but he just can’t help but to tease him a little and see how far he can take it.
His lips curve wider as he moves the plate from behind his back, tilting his head in intrigue. “No?” He repeats the word as his fingers move to pick off a piece from the plate, swallowing his laughter as he tries to remain coy. “So you don’t want any food? I worked so hard on it.” And he pops the piece in his mouth, making a show with his ‘mmm!’ to express just how delicious it is.
“You’re missing out, Ran Ran! All you have to do is say one nice thing. One nice thing about my food or me!” Will he get what he wants? He’ll have to wait.
He leaves to go to the kitchen, preparing the karaage; chicken, oil, deep fry, and coated with ginger – of course seasoning the other bits of food as well. A hum of satisfaction leaves his lips as the delicious scent reaches his nose, sighing to himself.
Perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
“Ta-da! It’s complete!”
With the plate of karaage in his hand, he walks over to where the other’s sitting and stops. An impish grin grows on his face as he hides the plate behind him, trying to keep himself from laughing as he opens his mouth again to speak words of mischief.
“If you want to eat, you should compliment the chef. It’s your payment for me making food for you!”
