". . .hey, you aren't hanging these upside-down any more." Oushou said, leaning out the window and flicking one of Shiro's teru teru bozu.
"What? Oh. Of course not," he shrugged, looking around for the book of Oushou's he . . . in theory had somewhere; he only vaguely remembered maybe borrowing it in the first place, "I wouldn't want to call the rain. Are you sure I have that book?"
"You certainly used to," Oushou said, with a last look at the teru teru bozu, then turned to Shiro with a grin, "maybe I just wanted to talk to you properly. We haven't spent time together in ages! Does that-"
"Your bad luck." Yonekuni interrupted from the doorway, voice low and - it took Shiro a moment to realise, turning happily towards his mate - furious.
Cold Rain (Sex Pistols; Yonekuni/Shiro, Oushou)
"What? Oh. Of course not," he shrugged, looking around for the book of Oushou's he . . . in theory had somewhere; he only vaguely remembered maybe borrowing it in the first place, "I wouldn't want to call the rain. Are you sure I have that book?"
"You certainly used to," Oushou said, with a last look at the teru teru bozu, then turned to Shiro with a grin, "maybe I just wanted to talk to you properly. We haven't spent time together in ages! Does that-"
"Your bad luck." Yonekuni interrupted from the doorway, voice low and - it took Shiro a moment to realise, turning happily towards his mate - furious.