[fanfic] MK: Red Shirts
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ickaimp... dunking bits of chocolate into hot lemon tea is really good... *licks melted chocolate off fingers*
Anyway. Gas is turned back on, meaning we have hot water again! *does the victory dance* Taken two hot showers today, one nap and done a load of laundry. Not having a shower since Wednesday has suckedith majorly. (and warming water in the microwave to wash hair in the sink is not very relaxing)
Between the hot water and the chocolate, life am good. *purrrrrrs*
Something caught Hakuba's attention and he snerked, a small smile flittering across his face. It was just a soft sound, a cross between a muffled between a snicker and a snort really, before he caught himself and resumed his normally stoic mask.
Unfortunately for him, like a predator sensing a weakness in a prey, Kuroba noticed the lapse.
Even more unfortunately, it was between classes, meaning he could ask about it. "What?"
Hakuba shot him a bland look that could freeze snowballs in their tracks. "Nothing."
Kuroba didn't believe it for a moment. "What?"
"Nothing."
An eyebrow rose in challenge.
His eyebrows came down, returning said challenge as the two locked in a silent contest of wills.
Kuroba smirked. "I know where you're ticklish."
The detective stiffened, his feathers not just ruffled but standing on end. "You wouldn't."
The statement was redundant of course. There was no question about it, he would. And they both knew it.
Hakuba pinched his eyes shut. Damn Kuroba for being so reckless anyway. "Are you familiar with an American show called 'Star Trek'?"
It was Kuroba's turn for the eyebrows to come down, this time in reflection. He brought his hand up in salute. "Live Long and Prosper?" He questioned in accented English.
"Yes, that's the one." Hakuba nodded with a resigned sigh. "Have you heard the running joke about the officers in the red uniforms?"
Kuroba shook his head, a blank expression on his face. "Nope."
"The ones in the red shirts are the first to die whenever they explore new planets every episode. Every time."
The dark-haired boy nodded, his expression still blank. "Right..."
"What colour does Koizumi prefer to wear, besides black?"
This time Kuroba's eyes crinkled up as he grinned, a snerk of his own escaping his grin.
Koizumi noticed the noise this time and rose an eyebrow. She leaned forward, across the barrier of the desks between them. "It's not something I have to worry about." She casually informed them. "I'm already un-dead."
Both boys paled.
-fin-
Once again, Kuroba sets it up, and Koizumi spikes it. ~_~ Fates, they've organized themselves into a comedy troupe...
In our head, there's the 'Kaito and Hakuba' fics, and then there's the 'Kuroba and Hakuba' fics. There's a difference.
... don't ask.
Anyway. Gas is turned back on, meaning we have hot water again! *does the victory dance* Taken two hot showers today, one nap and done a load of laundry. Not having a shower since Wednesday has suckedith majorly. (and warming water in the microwave to wash hair in the sink is not very relaxing)
Between the hot water and the chocolate, life am good. *purrrrrrs*
Something caught Hakuba's attention and he snerked, a small smile flittering across his face. It was just a soft sound, a cross between a muffled between a snicker and a snort really, before he caught himself and resumed his normally stoic mask.
Unfortunately for him, like a predator sensing a weakness in a prey, Kuroba noticed the lapse.
Even more unfortunately, it was between classes, meaning he could ask about it. "What?"
Hakuba shot him a bland look that could freeze snowballs in their tracks. "Nothing."
Kuroba didn't believe it for a moment. "What?"
"Nothing."
An eyebrow rose in challenge.
His eyebrows came down, returning said challenge as the two locked in a silent contest of wills.
Kuroba smirked. "I know where you're ticklish."
The detective stiffened, his feathers not just ruffled but standing on end. "You wouldn't."
The statement was redundant of course. There was no question about it, he would. And they both knew it.
Hakuba pinched his eyes shut. Damn Kuroba for being so reckless anyway. "Are you familiar with an American show called 'Star Trek'?"
It was Kuroba's turn for the eyebrows to come down, this time in reflection. He brought his hand up in salute. "Live Long and Prosper?" He questioned in accented English.
"Yes, that's the one." Hakuba nodded with a resigned sigh. "Have you heard the running joke about the officers in the red uniforms?"
Kuroba shook his head, a blank expression on his face. "Nope."
"The ones in the red shirts are the first to die whenever they explore new planets every episode. Every time."
The dark-haired boy nodded, his expression still blank. "Right..."
"What colour does Koizumi prefer to wear, besides black?"
This time Kuroba's eyes crinkled up as he grinned, a snerk of his own escaping his grin.
Koizumi noticed the noise this time and rose an eyebrow. She leaned forward, across the barrier of the desks between them. "It's not something I have to worry about." She casually informed them. "I'm already un-dead."
Both boys paled.
-fin-
Once again, Kuroba sets it up, and Koizumi spikes it. ~_~ Fates, they've organized themselves into a comedy troupe...
In our head, there's the 'Kaito and Hakuba' fics, and then there's the 'Kuroba and Hakuba' fics. There's a difference.
... don't ask.
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Eep.
Date: 2004-01-06 10:01 am (UTC)...waitaminute. I have to wear red during Chinese New Year.
0_O;;;