Based on the different personas found on semeuke.com, us three classy cats, Cloud, Siseja and Bellisaurus, have created the three characters Chibi, Sadistic and Romantic. This blog is dedicated to art and written works based on the lives of these three unlikely friends.
Chapter three is finally done being edited and cleaned up! I've been lazy with this fic recently... so bad! But school starts soon, so priorities. *sigh* Anywho, this chapter is rated definitely M! For it has lemondrops in it. But also fun fluffy times! Day in the Life chapters will be scattered throughout the plot because hey little fluffy times are really fun to have and they don't have to be big things happening things sometimes and isn't it GREAT? :D Chapter under read more ~
"I'll just be a minute, I need to switch from my reading glasses."
"Mmm, that's fine," Chibi called out, settling himself down on the couch while his friend disappeared down the hallway. They had dropped by Roma-chan's apartment for a quick pit stop and so he could switch out his glasses, before they headed over to the bakery. Chibi had gotten out of his lectures a bit early, since one of his professors had called in sick (and he usually ignored doing his homework for a few days anyways, so it wasn't like he'd be productive and do that instead), so when Romantic had called him up and asked if he wanted to help deep clean the bakery... he said sure, why not. Even though Chibi seemed childish and innocent a lot of the time, he actually enjoyed helping his friends out. And if it wasn't his mess... well, he could prove to be a pretty adept cleaner, too. He just got overwhelmed too easily when the chaos was of his own making.
Just as he was starting to get bored and fiddling with his thumbs, he heard the soft pad pad pad of socked feet upon the hardwood floor. "Oh, did you already fin-," the word died in Chibi's throat as he leaned over the back of the couch to just glimpse a disheveled and pajama-clad back of head disappearing into one of the rooms down the hallway. Chibi sat back for a moment, confused.
That sure looked like...
"Roma-chaaaaaaaan, why did you-" Chibi jumped up and over the back of the sofa, going to dash after the person when he slammed into Romantic and the rest of his sentence was muffled by his shirt, "-change inphoo papamas?"
"OOF!" Romantic stumbled backwards a step or two before he hefted Chibi back up into a standing position. "Chibi-kun, what did I tell you about running in my apartment? You're going to either break something or fall down and hurt yourself. Socks and hardwood, remember?" He raised an eyebrow at his friend who regained his footing, and looked at Romantic suspiciously. ".... what?"
"You just... but you... and... clothes." Chibi's sentences were incredibly informative as he looked back and forth between the hallway Roma-chan had just come out of, the doorway he could've SWORN Roma-chan had just disappeared into, and the clothes that were most definitely NOT pajamas that hung elegantly off Roma-chan's frame. "......whuh."
"Chibi-kun, you aren't making any sense at all." Romantic shook his head, but had a slight idea of what might have happened... and didn't want it to go any further than it already had. He'd prefer to keep those two worlds plenty far apart. "I just went to go get my glasses, remember?" He pushed the pair of specs back up to settle nicely on his nose, raising his eyebrows equally now.
"B-but I just saw you! And you were wearing pajamas! Like sweats and a baggy shirt! And you walked into that door there!" Chibi exclaimed, confused, his hands going everywhere to exemplify his point, ending with an arm pointing over Romantic's shoulder at the offending passageway.
Romantic chuckled, keeping a face clear of any suspicion up and pushed Chibi's arm back down. "You must be seeing things, silly Chibi-kun! I'm right here, and I'm most certainly not in pajamas. Besides, do you think I would even own a pair of sweatpants?" He put on an incredulous face, he had an impeccable sense of style and sweatpants did not fit in with his wardrobe.
"Well... yeah, I guess so..." Chibi allowed himself to be pushed towards the door, as he realized he'd never seen Roma-chan in anything less formal than a nice boat-neck, long sleeved tee shirt. He always looked really nice, sweatpants were definitely not something that would be found in his closet if you guessed by looking at him. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense," Chibi nodded, speaking in a more confident voice.
"That's right," Romantic smiled, inwardly relieved it was so easy and now the moment of inquiry had passed. "Now, how about we go to the bakery and get some things cleaned up?"
"Yeah! Let's do it!" Chibi agreed with a huge smile, pulling his friend's arm along. Laughing, he added, "you had me waiting so long I started seeing things, Roma-chan, no more delays!"
Chuckling, Romantic followed him out the door, and carefully locked it behind them. Well, that went better than expected.
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Romantic stretched as he walked in the door of his apartment, making a surprised noise as his back cracked, and tossed his keys into a small ornate crystal bowl on the kitchen counter. Ahhh, it had been a long day at the bakery, there were so many customers! Many of them were ladies - apparently word got around that the owner and baker was a complete gentleman (and one of his part timers was teasing him about how good he looked kneading bread... honestly, these people). He toed his shoes off at the edge of the kitchen, placing them neatly under the counter in between a couple of barstools' legs. He slowly wandered towards the fridge, glancing in to find something good... he did not feel like cooking right now, he'd had entirely too much time already on his feet. Instead, he grabbed some leftover chicken cordon bleu, placed it on a plate, and threw it in the microwave since if he was going to be lazy, he might as well go all the way.
While hearing the comforting bzzz of the microwave running, he grabbed a wine glass from the cupboard and poured himself a generous amount, placing the wine back in the fridge. One good glass would be plenty for him, tonight. After all, he kept early mornings and couldn't afford any extra headaches when in the hustle and bustle of the bakery after it'd opened.
He carefully carried his freshly warmed meal and chilled glass over to his armchair, gently setting the food and drink on the coffee table and putting some gentle music on, quiet and soothing. He leaned back into his chair and relaxed a moment, allowing himself to just sink into the cushions and not be pressed upon to be somewhere or do something or help someone or be particularly ridiculously polite. Ahhh it was nice to be able to put his feet up, metaphorically (he'd never put his feet on his coffee table, he put food there and placing feet where food often went was quite rude).
Just as he was about to begin really digging into his meal, the clink of the door being open sounded. The noises that quickly followed were, though not necessarily often heard, familiar: the dual thunk thunk of two shoes being kicked off in the hallway and left wherever they landed against the wall, the quiet padding of socked feet on the hardwood floor, and the loud thump, groan and soft hiss of the cushions as a body crashed onto the couch headfirst and stilled for a few moments.
"Long day at work, Oppo-kun?" Even though Romantic was the younger of the twins, he was the more reliable of the pair, and frequently acted as the elder. After all, they were twins, bare moments apart in birth, it didn't really matter (it was 11 minutes and 13 seconds apart, to be specific - sometimes Oppo liked to point it out). Romantic was the one who provided for both of them, paying rent on the apartment and keeping everything clean and well kept. Oppo helped out in his own way, too... it just usually wasn't the conventional way a semi-roommate would probably help out.
A head raised from the cushion just enough to turn sideways and lay back down, gazing at his brother. Opportunistic looked just about the spitting image of his twin - the only differences were, really, that his hair was slightly shorter (you had to really look close to see it), he didn't have glasses, and one could frequently spot him in scrubs or whatever he managed to fall asleep in that day. Normally he worked the night shift, so the two didn't see much of each other, but he was filling in for someone else that day and ended up coming home earlier than usual. "There were so many bedpans today, Romaaaaaa. So. Many. Bedpans." He groaned and buried his face in the cushion again.
"You're the one who wanted to be a nurse, Oppo-kun. So you could help people, wasn't it?" Romantic speared a small piece of chicken and munched on it. Hmm... even microwaved, it wasn't half bad. It wasn't nearly as good as it could have been, but Romantic was fine with that. Food was food, and he was probably just as tired as his twin... though he didn't show it as obviously.
"Uuuuugh yes, helping people is all fine and dandy," Opportunistic agreed, moving to lay on his side while complaining about his chosen career, "but helping people clean their asses was not what I was thinking of when I signed up for the position."
Shaking his head slightly at Oppo's crude language while he was eating, he let a slight smile loose. "Ah, I can see why you wouldn't want to do that, yes," he agreed, taking a sip from his glass and placing it back on the table. "I figured you might be hungry when you got back, so there's some freshly heated chicken cordon bleu leftovers in the microwave for you. Just remember to clean up your shoes before you go to bed, alright?" He casually finished the last of his chicken, and leaned back in his chair with his glass of wine. "I'm going to stay out here for a bit, but do try to at least get your dishes to the sink this time, alright? I don't want to be finding greasy cups and plates in the other room again."
"Mm, alright alright," Opportunistic conceded as he stood up, making a short detour to grab his shoes from the door and placing them with Romantic's on his way to the microwave. After grabbing the plate and inhaling deeply, he sighed, "Ahhh you're a godsend, little brother. Thanks," before disappearing off to the room that was unofficially 'his.'
Romantic smiled slightly as his brother disappeared down the small hallway into one of the adjoining rooms, and finished off his glass of wine with satisfaction. He nestled himself slightly into the cushions, just resting... his eyes... for a... moment... Just a... moment.
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Sadistic had been pacing the floor, just starting to get a little antsy, when his little brother walked through the front door with a hat pulled down low over his head. Trying not to be too loud because Clueless was supposed to be working on her science homework, he crossed to his half-sibling in quick, powerful strides. "Where have you been? It's two hours past your curfew!"
Badass looked to his right, away from Sadistic, and mumbled, "It's none of your business. I just got a little distracted... I'm gonna go do my homework," and attempted to dash past.
Sadistic was about to let the boy go and just get his homework, but as the 12 year old ducked past him he grabbed the hat and yanked it off. "And no hats in the hou-!" He froze midsentence, and yanked his little brother back roughly by the shoulder. "Excuse me! What the hell is this?!" He gently placed his other hand underneath to cup Bada's ear, which was slightly red and had a bright curly piece of steely metal looped into the lobe.
Badass quickly jerked his head away from his elder brother, but was still held in his vice-like grip by the shoulder. "It's a double loop, what does it look like, geez - let go of me, you brute." He tried yanking away again, and grimaced as Sadistic tightened his grip.
"And what makes you think you're old enough to get your body pierced? What makes you even want to do that?" Sadistic leaned in closer, placing his other hand onto Bada's other shoulder, loosening his grip but holding him in place just as sturdily.
"It's my body! I used my own money for this! It's just a LITTLE EARRING, stop overreacting!" Badass complained back, resigning himself to being stuck extremely close to his brother's face and settling for a glare. "Geez, it's not like you're my dad, you can't tell me what to do."
Sadistic closed his eyes for a moment and breathed deeply to calm himself down before he smacked the little brat. No, no, he had to be careful. He could say what needed to be said with words. After counting slowly to five and calming his pulse, he opened his eyes and said deadly calm, "I may not be your dad, but your dad isn't here right now. None of ours is! And since I'm the one taking care of this family, and providing for us all, you're not going to do something stupid and irresponsible without my knowing it. Do you understand me?"
Badass lowered his eyes to the floor, still glaring, and muttered, "well yeah, 'cause it's not like your tattoos are brilliant and responsible... that's why you're stuck working at some shady place all night long instead of a reasonable job during the day, we don't mention it but that's the truth..."
"Excuse me? What was that, I couldn't quite hear you?" The questions weren't really questions, as Sadistic used his fingers to raise Bada's eyes to meet his own. "These tattoos are exactly that! Stupid and irresponsible. I got them as a child, around your age, and they were just as idiotic as I thought they were. The only problem is, these aren't something that can be removed. And I work that job because it allows me to earn enough and take care of you two, and mom! So I suggest you stop now, before you end up doing something you'll really regret later." Sadistic stood back up to his full height, releasing his little brother and hoping beyond hope that his message actually got through. "You can keep the earring, because otherwise it'd be a waste of money. But don't you dare do something as stupid as that again. Now get to the living room, I heard from Clu that you've got a math test tomorrow. You need to study." He pointed towards the living room where Clueless was making quiet mumbles to herself about the periodic table, sternly looking straight into his little brother's eyes.
Badass mumbled acquiescence and walked into the other room, dragging his backpack along with him to get to work on that math test. Honestly, Clueless always sold him out when it came to what schoolwork he had to do.
"And put this hat away!" Sadistic called out to him, throwing the hat he'd yanked off earlier to the 12 year old. He turned around to walk into the kitchen and begin making dinner for the four of them, sighing slightly and shaking his head. Honestly, what was he going to do with that kid... at least he wasn't getting into the same kind of trouble Sadistic himself had gotten into at that age. Hopefully some of his message got through, though... he didn't want to always have to keep an eye out for piercings and tattoos, it was a pain enough as it was just keeping the two on track at school. Oi. Being a pseudo-parent was more difficult than one might think.
He glanced at his watch, checking the time. About two hours before he had to leave for work. Just enough time to make dinner, get everyone to eat, check in with Badass and Clueless on how their homework was going, and make sure that mother had taken her medicine before he had to bike out. Just another long day in a succession of long days... At least he'd feel better after work. He always did feel better after being able to beat a feel unruly adults up for being idiots. With that he brightened up, and began pulling things out of the fridge and cupboards to put together a quick meal. He hoped tonight was rowdy. Rowdy nights at work were good after long days at home.
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"See you in about 20 hours, S!"
"Yeah, yeah, see you then," Sadistic called back with a slight wave of his hand over his shoulder, not even looking back as he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Work had been rather uneventful - he only got to throw out a measly five people that night, that was practically nothing! And not one of them had felt like going for a full on brawl, only one or two were even willing to take a punch. They were all mostly too drunk to function, anyways.
Groaning as he looked at his watch, noticing it was about 5am and his tension levels were still sky high from the evening's antics at home, he decided he'd go for an old, reliable fallback before heading home: sex. And yeah, it might be considered a crude solution by some - but it worked for him, so he didn't really care. And he still had an hour or two before he needed to get back home and make sure his siblings went to school (sometimes Bada tried to ditch, recently he'd had to keep a fairly close eye on the boy).
Deciding that yes, this was probably his best option since work failed to relax him, he pulled out his phone and scanned down the contacts. Hmm... you? No, not you... tonight needed to release his pent up energy. He needed someone who could take a lot... maybe him? He might work... Sadistic composed a text message, short and simple, to the point:
10 minutes. Usual place. Come. - S
With that taken care of, Sadistic carefully walked his bike a ways down the block, locked it up securely, and walked the rest of the way to his usual quick-fix meeting place.
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Restrained hands, tied behind his back.
Sweat dripping from the tip of his nose, the noise of it falling drowned out by slaps of skin on skin and breathy moans.
"You're... too... loud!" Sadistic growled between thrusts, gripping his hip tightly with one hand and lifting his chin up with the other to seal lips to lips and silence the noise.
It wasn't long before he broke off to breathe, turning his head to the side. Sadistic quickly punished the movement by sliding down to his neck, biting it with just enough pressure to leave a mark on the joint between neck and shoulder. "Did I say you could move?" He hissed, grabbing the bound hands behind the other's back, and yanking them down roughly.
His companion whined, shaking his head that no, he hadn't been given permission... "Then don't... fucking... move," Sadistic reprimanded with a particularly hard thrust, fast and deep, with no mercy.
He was close. He could feel it winding in his gut, the heat between their bodies building up to an inevitable release. "As punishment," he warned, leaning forward to snap at his companion's ear, "I'm going to make you cum without touching you - not - even - once," he emphasized the last few words with snaps and licks to the edges, lobe, and behind the ear. His partner moaned wantonly, and Sadistic knew finishing him off would be quick and easy... not that he necessarily had time to spare. If he did, he probably would've gone with orgasm denial - ah, it was just so fun to listen to his partner's needy whine and pained whimpers.
He moved both hands to grip tightly onto hipbones, shifting the angle to be perfect, and set a powerful, quick and demanding pace. This wouldn't take long at all - he gasped for air between thrusts, becoming erratic - so- close- he pressed in over and over, rubbing against his companion's sweet spot and hearing the beautiful moans he produced. Ah, ah, right- there.
As his partner reached climax and squeezed tight, Sadistic gasped, pressing in for one last thrust and releasing.
After a few minutes of laying back and catching his breath, Sadistic pulled out, rummaging for his pants - which had been thrown on the ground earlier - to find his phone and check the time.
"That was-" a breathless voice said from behind him, "ah-amazing, S-"
"CRAP!" Sadistic noticed the time on his phone - it was already 6:45?! He couldn't have that! He grabbed his pants off the floor and yanked them on, doing the zipper up quickly and hissing as he caught a few sensitive hairs. He leaned down to grab his shirt next, the mantra repeating in his head: had to get back home, had to get back home, had to get back- right, should untie his partner first. Right. He leaned over, pushed his partner over onto his back roughly, and yanked on the single tie that pulled the restraints apart. "Gotta go," he simply said gruffly, pulling his shirt on, stuffing his feet in his shoes, and throwing his phone back in his pocket. He glanced around the room quickly, not really paying attention but looking for anything important he might be forgetting, and dashed out the door, running down the street to where he left his bike and ignoring anyone who tried to interact with him.
As he jumped onto his bike and pedaled quickly back home, he couldn't help but think: though he certainly needed a shower, and probably smelled awful, he felt much more relaxed. Shock about the time included. Man, he was looking forward to going home, and after making sure his siblings went to school - recently Bada has been looking for a reason to ditch, and Sadistic was trying his best to never let him have one - taking a shower, maybe eat something and crash onto his bed (or the couch, he might not make it as far as the bed) because holy crap was he tired. He hoped he didn't smell too much of sex... Clu probably wouldn't notice a thing, but he'd get the weirdest looks from Bada once he figured out why his older brother smelled funny coming home from work sometimes...
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Chibi stretched out on his couch and "accidentally" pushed his homework papers off the edge, sending them tumbling to a mess scattered all over the floor. "I'm - so - BORED!" He whined to the empty room, kicking his feet back and forth on the cushions and groaning as he shoved his head into the armrest.
"Uuuuuuuuugh why do they both have to be busy when I want to avoid my homework!" It wasn't really a question, and considering the empty house, it wouldn't even matter if it was. But usually when Chibi was bored, he could always convince somebody to come out and do something with him - whether that meant he dragged Sadi-chan awake from his nap (seriously, who slept at 4pm, that was just weird - he wasn't an old person yet!) or he allowed himself to sink as low as helping Roma-chan clean out the bakery (some of those ovens were nas-ty!). Or his grandmother needed his help with something (although she told him off when he didn't do his work), and he wasn't really friendly with anyone at his new school yet. But usually he could get someone to do something with him.
Except tonight.
Chibi rolled over and stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to do. He certainly couldn't stay in the house - if he stayed there he'd eventually feel guilty enough to actually do his homework (sometimes Roma-chan chided him so much Chibi heard his voice telling him to get to work even when he wasn't around). Pondering what he might do, and where he might go, Chibi checked the clock. It was already 10 at night, but he wasn't tired at all. Roma-chan had said that "no, not tonight, I have a special recipe of bread to do in the morning that requires an extra hour of prep" but Chibi mostly tuned out after he started talking about bread. Roma-chan had probably gone on for another five or ten minutes, explaining the recipe and why it needed an extra hour and how it was going to be amazing, but Chibi didn't really understand most of it. Roma-chan had a tendency to do that, and he knew Chibi only slightly listened - it stopped bothering him a couple of years ago.
Sadi-chan wasn't much better - he was probably already at work, since he didn't answer his phone. He really didn't like to be bothered when he was working, so usually Chibi tried not to bug him too late in the evenings, knowing he worked nights. Chibi jumped up, sudden inspiration striking. He'd go to a club! Not Sadi-chan's, of course, since his friend absolutely refused to tell where he worked, and it would probably be a bad idea to try to get past with him as the bouncer (he'd probably pretend he didn't know Chibi and accuse him of being too young...). He'd just go ahead and go to his favorite club that he frequented - the Pink Flamingo might sound ridiculous and silly, and it probably was, but they knew Chibi there and it was nice not to be stopped every five minutes with people asking where his parents are or to get carded every time he tried to buy a drink.
With that settled in his mind, Chibi bent down and picked up his papers and set them back on top of the couch . He didn't want to accidentally step on them later, he'd found out early on that paper on hardwood floors was surprisingly slippery. He had no desire to explain a bruised tailbone and refusal to sit down to anyone again. It was so embarrassing, they just kept teasing him about having had a bad lay until he actually blurted out the reason... he wasn't sure which was worse, a bruised tailbone because he slipped on paper or bottoming for someone who didn't know what they were doing. After shaking his head to rid himself of the uncomfortable memories, he walked back to his bedroom to change into something a bit more suited to a club atmosphere than sweats and a baggy tee.
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An hour later, Chibi walked through the front entrance of the Pink Flamingo, wearing his maroon skinny jeans (he'd finally found them on the floor of the laundry room, behind the door) and an incredibly fitted pink shirt underneath a baby blue collared snap shirt that hung open and rumpled at his collar. After all, if you're going to go clubbing, you want to dress to impress, right?
"Ahh, going for the switch tonight, eh Chibi-san?"
Chibi grinned at the bag check lady, tonight it was Sophie working the table. He sidled up to the desk and leaned forward, pressing a finger to his lips. "Shhhh Sophie, you'll blow my cover. See any good marks tonight?"
Sophie chuckled and leaned out conspiratorially, pointing around the dance floor as she commented, "there's a couple susceptible ones out there, yeah. The really good ones should be around in an hour or two, though. You know how the wannabes like to pretend to be cool, only showing up after midnight."
Chibi chuckled and gave her a quick peck on the cheek as he dropped some bills onto the counter. "You're a gem," he said, throwing her a wink as he drew back and wandered onto the dance floor, ready to play the innocent, shy young man.
The actual club floor was just light enough to somewhat make his way between people without stepping on their feet, yet packed enough that even when he did no one really bothered him for it, and loud enough he could feel the heavy bass line pump in time with his heartbeat. A perfect club night.
After spending an hour grinding against other swarming bodies and working up a sweat Chibi slowly began weaving his way back to the bar, figuring it was about time to implement his plan anyways. He collapsed into a stool as soon as someone stood up and signaled the bartender - oh look it was Tito today - to throw a beer his way. He slouched over the edge of the bar, drinking his beer casually and taking moments here and there to people watch and catch his breath. Looked like there were some good crowds out tonight.
Chibi had probably been sitting down for about half an hour, alternating between fending off really terrible pick up lines (like he wasn't used to them, honestly the young look was a bit annoying sometimes), joking around with Tito and some of the other staffers who happened to be around, and people watching (haha, look at how bad that person is dancing, they're going to fall on their- yup) when he looked at his second empty beer and contemplated calling it a night. It would be nearing one in the morning soon, and Chibi knew better than to stay around the club when the early morning trickle started - yeah, he wanted a good distraction, but he didn't want to look pathetic and besides, he was a bit tired now and could easily fall into bed when he got home. He had just pushed his empty bottle a little more securely onto the bar when a nearby voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Isn't it a bit late for you to be out on a schoolnight?" A larger man slid into the newly vacated stool next to him, leaning his arm on the bar and looking at Chibi with a "smooth" grin on his face. Chibi quickly analyzed him. A bit larger, obviously would try use his size as leverage for dominance. Probably thinks he's all that (but clearly isn't - oooh the schoolnight pickup line, really? that was so old by now) and had a couple of piercings that could be fun to play with... He could lead to a fun one to surprise (plus Chibi did have a soft spot for exerting dominance over those who treated him like a youngster), perhaps he could be tonight's distraction. He decided to stick around a little longer.
"Don't you have a job to get to in the morning?" Chibi simply shot back at the man, casually signaling to Tito that he'd like another drink.
"Let me take care of that for you," the man quickly said, dropping some money on the counter as his drink arrived, shooting Chibi an appreciative glance, obviously checking him out. Oh yeah. This guy was gonna be a good last minute distraction, if for no other reason but to teach him that he incredibly rusty with the subtlety and was about as smooth as sandpaper. "I'm Brock."
Chibi brushed off the outstretched hand and accepted the drink - albeit keeping an eye on it as soon as he got it through when he finished it off. He wasn't an idiot, he knew to make sure he wasn't slipped anything. "Nice to meetcha. Chibi," his introduction was simple, and he was playing the shy and uncertain youngster, so not too much eye contact worked fine. And by the grin on the guy's face, he was eating it right up... this would be fun.
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The door creaked as it slammed against the back alley exit, whining as it was released and the two bodies rolled to the side so the smaller male was pressed against the wall. Heavy pants sounded loud in the confined space as they broke apart from a heated kiss. Chibi pushed some hair back from his face, smiling slightly at the man who had just tried to kiss his face off.
Just as Brock began to step closer and move his hand to stroke up Chibi's chest over his shirt, Chibi placed a firm hand between them. "While I enjoy makeouts and a good lay as much as the next guy," he began clearly, giving other man an obvious once over and appreciative look that yes, he actually had a nice build to him, "I'd prefer to do this somewhere a little more... private," with the last word he leaned up and whispered it in Brock's ear, using his hand that wasn't braced on the other male's arm for balance to sensually brush against a couple of piercings studded across his left ear.
When he heard the frustrated-yet-pleased hiss of air release out of his partner's nose, Chibi knew he'd landed him hook, line and sinker. "And I know just the place." He barely had time to draw himself back and get a good look at his companion's heated face before he was attacked with hungry lips again.
Oh yes. He was definitely a good choice for the night.
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The next door that opened was much quieter, and closed quickly after them. Chibi did feel a little bad about this... after all, he really shouldn't be doing this here. And it was probably a terrible decision to bring a stranger here. But, he reasoned, it was dark so the guy didn't recognize the area. And he didn't seem local either, so he probably wouldn't remember it... and the inner door was locked and Chibi planned on keeping it that way, so they were really only in the mudroom anyways and was that really that big of a deal?
Ok, yeah, it probably was. But he quickly forgot all his moral and ethical conundrums as lips encompassed his once more and a pair of hands made their way down to grope and squeeze. Really, this guy had no sense of patience, did he? Not that Chibi was really complaining...
"Ooh, going commando tonight, are we?" The guy chuckled as his hands met a single layer of tight denim fabric with no extra bumps, lumps or little lines while he palmed Chibi's ass.
Chibi was glad the guy was distracted - it made his goal so incredibly easy - as he deftly moved his fingers to unhook his partner's belt and then feel teasingly up all over the man's chest underneath his shirt. Brock let his breath out in a shuddering sigh and stumbled around a small sitting bench to fall back against the wall, breathing deeply and shifting to stretch his hands over Chibi's shoulders.
Chibi quickly moved his hands to slide both pants and boxers - really? boxers? you're going to a club to likely pick someone up for the night and you wear plaid boxers? if he wasn't so busy getting this guy aroused he would have stopped to shake his head, honestly. He slid both garments down the man's legs and allowed them to catch at his shoes, keeping movement to a minimum. It'd be useful in a moment, after all... He let his hands teasingly wander over upper thighs, around the back to cup his cheeks and forward again to brush oh-so-lightly against the inside of his legs, close but not quite touching anything too sensitive.
Chibi knelt down and leaned his head in just enough to breathe over bright red skin, grinning as he head the labored breathing from above. "Oh, god, ch- ... you're so sexy." Just as the guy relaxed his muscles, Chibi knew he had him exactly where he wanted and with a quick circling of arms and a surprisingly strong sweep, the man suddenly found himself moved from a "I'm going to get the best blow job of my life" position to a "what the fuck am I doing laying against a dirty bench on my stomach" position.
Before he could gather his bearings too much - Chibi would, of course, stop if anything went wrong, but so far he was just surprised - Chibi grabbed his to-go bottle of lube from his pants pocket and had quickly pressed a finger in. Oh, yes. This man clearly, at the very least, had played with himself here before. Chibi rarely guessed wrong.
"Whoa, wha-ahhhhhhh," the noises from his partner for the night were pretty clear about his enjoyment of the surprisingly change of events. While distracting him thoroughly with his dominant hand, Chibi quickly dropped trow and one-handedly applied a condom (he was NOT getting any weird diseases, nope, none of that). By the time he'd managed to work up to a couple of fingers and find the other male's prostate - at least he was pretty sure that's what he found, judging by the moans and mewls his partner had been making - he'd fumbled the condom on and slicked himself up.
"I do hope you're not ready to be done quite yet... after all, we're only just beginning," Chibi leaned forward and informed his companion, removing his fingers and replacing it with something quite a bit firmer so fast the only sounds heard were a gasp, grunt and slight moan. "Oh, yes, that's much better." Chibi grinned to himself, happy to be back in his usual in control position. Ahh, but the manipulation sure was fun...
"Now let's see if we can take care of that little... problem... of yours, there," he said as he began to set a slow pace. He was going to drag this out and enjoy every moan and moment of it...
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Romantic whistled slightly to himself as he pushed open the back door to the bakery, head bent down against the slight glint of the rising sun. He'd had a bit of a late start today - it was already five in the morning, he had wanted to started a bit earlier to get the baking in fresh, before any heat set in, and to try his new recipe. Oh well, he'd have to try it out tomorrow. He gently closed the door behind him, turning around to hang his light jacket up - before the sun rises, it could be a bit chilly.
When he turned to enter the bakery proper, he stumbled a bit when he stubbed his toe on the bench. "Ah, I must have pushed it accidentally," he said to himself, bending down to push it flush against the wall again. A crease formed between his brows as he noticed a small plastic container just sticking out from behind one of the legs of the bench, and he leaned down and picked it up.
"What is...," he turned the bottle over, looking for any defining features, "-ah!!" He quickly straightened up with a jerk and half threw, half dropped the bottle to the floor as he realized what it was. Romantic wasn't necessarily the most versed in various choices when it comes to things like... lubricant - oi, even just the word was sending disgusted shivers up and down his spine - but he easily recognized the cartoonish smiling lemons on the label. After all, when you accidentally run across your friend's travel bottle of lube, it's not usually something you forget.
"Wait... that means..." Romantic's thoughts finally caught up with the situation, and he nearly growled as he fished his phone out of his pocket and punched in Chibi-kun's number, pacing back and forth as the phone rang slowly. He heard the click of the phone being picked up, and impatiently tapped his foot, staring holes into the wall opposite him as he waited for the worn-out voice to answer.
A sleepy yawn was all Romantic needed to explode, trying to stay calm but ending up yelling into the phone anyways. "What the hell were you thinking, Chibi-kun?!"
An immediately silence told Romantic that yes, Chibi-kun had heard him, and yes, he was much more awake now. "R-Roma-chan? ... it's like 5am! Why are you calling so ea-r-r-awwwwwwwh-rly?" Another yawn punctuated the last word, causing it to sound less like a question and more like a roundabout wavering sound.
"Why do you THINK I'm calling, Chibi-kun? How could you?! In my bakery?!" Romantic fumed, pacing once more in an attempt to help relax him and calm his frustration, having to forcibly stop himself and take a few deep breathes when he accidentally kicked the bottle and heard it's empty plastic clatter across the room.
"Wh-what are you talking about, Roma-chan?" A nervous laughter enveloped the question, and Romantic could just envision Chibi-kun's eyes darting around the room quickly, trying to think of an escape or excuse while he stalled for time.
"Chibi-kun, you know EXACTLY why I'm calling and what I'm talking about. Don't play dumb with me!" Romantic sat heavily on the bench, removing his glasses to rub at the bridge of his nose and try to stave off the incoming headache. This is why he preferred not to get angry, it always lead to awful headaches. But how could he not be upset when he found out his friend had sex in his bakery?! The answer was there was no way. His anger was completely justified. "I found your travel bottle in the bakery," he said, continuing before his friend could defend himself, "and it was empty." He hissed the last word out between gritted teeth, conveying every bit of I-am-so-pissed-at-you-I-can't-even-right-now that he could into the sentence.
"I-I-I CAN EXPLAIN!"
"Chibi-kun, you live ALONE. Whyyyyy would you ever feel the need to take someone to MY BAKERY?" Romantic's anger was starting to fade quickly, and now he was just tired and he hadn't even started the day's batch of bread yet. The sun was fully risen now, too. Today was going to be a long day, he could tell... Standing up, he placed his glasses back on his nose, swept the bottle up with a dust pan and threw it out (he wasn't going to touch it again if he had to, not matter how "clean" it may or may not have been) and wedged the phone between his shoulder and ear as he walked into the actual bakery.
"You know I don't live alone... well, I do, but... it's my grandmother's place, I couldn't do that to her!"
"So why couldn't you have gone back to his place, or something? Somewhere NOT my bakery?" Romantic rolled his sleeves up, slipped an apron on and tied it behind his back, almost losing the phone - and then his balance, scrambling to save the phone - in the process. Shifting the call to his other ear, he began scrubbing his arms up to the elbow before getting out the materials for his top selling breads and pastries, now having calmed down to a more normal state of mind.
"You know I can't go to a stranger's place! That's dangerous, Roma-chan," the voice whined at him in response as Romantic clicked his tongue, and then started giving excuses, as expected. "Besides, it was only the mudroom! I wouldn't do anything that's actually detrimental or dangerous or anything to your bakery. I know you care for it like it's your baby, I wouldn't do that to you."
"Chibi-kun, I prepare food here AND FEED IT TO PEOPLE. Mudroom or not, you're scrubbing every last inch of the place and then you're returning your key and are staying on friendship-probation for at least a month." Romantic frowned as a large air bubble appeared in the dough he was kneading, and he carefully worked it out and checked the dough's density. Chibi-kun quietly agreed to his punishment and began apologizing profusely - honestly, he should have started the conversation off that way - and Romantic continued working on the bread, separating it into the proper sized lumps to bake for the afternoon rush.
"Mmm, yes yes, Chibi-kun, I forgive you. Just don't EVER do it again. And you're still cleaning the dickens out of the mudroom, I want it spotless - even if I shine a blacklight!" He threatened, but really, he'd already forgiven Chibi-kun and wasn't really angry at him anymore... just disappointed and upset. He couldn't stay mad at him for too long - although he wouldn't be so doting on him for at least two weeks. After a few more minutes of apologizes, they said goodbye so his friend could crash back onto his bed and he could concentrate on his bread. Sighing, Romantic shrugged. At least making pastries was a surefire way to calm him down, he thought as he placed the breads into the oven and gathered ingredients to begin making some frostings for a few things he'd made the day before.
Chapter 2 of Semes I Wrote A Fic! Rated "don't let your kids read this because they'll be asking what a thong is" - but really it's still pretty mild here.
Chibi grabbed armfuls of pillows and blankets from the hall closet, stacked so high that he couldn't actually see in front of him... but feeling with his feet should be ok, right? He walked backwards until he hit the hall wall, and kicked the closet door shut with his heel, slowly feeling his way towards his bedroom. After guesstimating he was somewhere around the middle of the room, he unceremoniously dropped everything on the floor. "Ahhh, close enough," he shrugged at the pile of clothes now buried by bedding. "Suppose I shoulda picked up first, huh... Oh well!" He smiled widely, glad he didn't crash into his bedframe, and promptly ran into the doorframe on his way back out of the room.
"That never happened..." he mumbled to himself as he turned to the left and walked out of the hallway and into the kitchen. He had about... two or three hours before they should arrive. Which meant he actually had two hours before Romantic showed up, and four hours or more before Sadistic wandered in. He could probably make something for dinner in that time, right?
An hour later, a small fire, a call to the fire department that no, it was a false alarm, I swear, I just need to turn this smoke detector off, and three ruined pots with wasted macaroni and cheese in various stages of attempts proved to him that no, he could not make something for dinner for three people.
Sighing, Chibi plopped onto his couch headfirst like a torpedo, letting his arms hang off the sides as he groaned. What was he gonna do now? He finally convinced both of them to come over for a long awaited sleepover (he had just gotten out of school for summer break and had some free time, but even then it was a pain to convince them! He had to half blackmail Sadistic into coming, and reconvince Romantic all over again when he mentioned Sadistic was also gonna be there) and now he couldn't even provide properly!
Welp. Time to do what Chibi usually did when he needed help and should probably call in the big guns. Propping himself up, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open to click on the speed dial #2. Riiiing. Riiiing. Riiing. Chibi stared out the sliding glass door that led into the backyard while he waited, watching a squirrel dash up a tree, grab something, and run across the yard, only to be chased by a bird seeking vengeance. Laughing, he almost didn't hear the click of someone picking up the phone, and only calmed down when he heard "I'd know that laugh anywhere... What's up, Chibi-kun? You'll see me in just an hour, you can't miss me that much yet!"
"Ahaha, of course I miss you, doofus, you're my best friend!" Chibi teased right back, flipping over to lay on his back and against the arm of the couch. "Soooo remember how you were gonna come over tonight and party?"
"Uhm... yeah. Why, is something up?" The voice questioned, and some rummaging could be heard on the other end, as if he were shifting to hold the phone by his shoulder and doing something with his hands.
"Yeeeeeeeah about thaaaaaat..... could you maybe come over early and help me make dinner?" Chibi pleaded, and then qualified, "and by help me make dinner I mean make dinner because I might've already ruined the kitchen for life."
"You didn't burn the house down, did you?" A suddenly serious tone came over the voice, and after getting confirmation he just laughed a bit. "Ahaha, Chibi-kun, you're hopeless in the kitchen. I figured something like this would probably happen, so I'll be over in twenty minutes. And we'll make something that will make the night memorable for years to come! And by we'll make something I mean I'll be doing the cooking and you can sit on the counter and keep me company with your chatter like we inevitably end up doing every time."
"Perfect!" Chibi jumped up, grinning, and before hanging up said, "and this time I'll remember to put the dirty laundry away. See you in twenty!" And snapped his phone shut, shoving it back in his pocket while he went to go searching for all the stray pairs of trousers and shirts laying around his house.
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Romantic wasn't surprised when Chibi answered the door after a long pause, soap suds up to his elbows (and on the doorknob now, too) and a pair of maroon jeans haphazardly thrown over his head. He was, however, curious. Cocking an eyebrow at his self proclaimed best friend, he entered the house and closed the door behind him (might as well save it the extra sudsy horror) and toed his shoes off. "How exactly... ?" He let the question ask itself as Chibi tried to keep the pants from falling off his head - but also to keep a pant leg from blocking his vision. He wasn't being particularly successful.
"Oh, you know... clearing up laundry, and, uh-" he leaned his head sideways to see past the pant leg, and began to lead Romantic into the kitchen, "-trying to save some pots... I don't think I really succeeded, though. Oh, thanks, that's much easier!" Chibi beamed as Romantic took disbelief and pity on his friend and plucked the pants off his head, quickly folding them and placing them on the arm of the couch as they passed it to walk into the kitchen. "Ah, sorry for the smell... I might have burnt a few things."
Romantic had just walked into what could only be termed as a full on disaster zone. The smell of burnt... something(s?) was strong in the air, and one side of the kitchen sink was filled with soapy water, while the other had three or four pots sitting, looking as if they'd been through the war and seen a couple of bombs along the way. There were ingredients all spread about on the counters, with dirty spills everywhere from the stove to the floor. "This is why we don't let you cook, Chibi-kun... Go clean yourself up in the bathroom, I'll take care of this mess here." Romantic pushed his sleeves up past his elbows, getting ready to dig into the mess...
"Ahhh, thanks, Roma-chan! You're a life saver!" Chibi beamed at his friend, and unable to give him a hug, nuzzled Romantic's shoulder with his nose a moment before heading off to the bathroom. "I couldn't manage without you!"
Romantic startled a bit and his cheeks tinged just the slightest dusting of pink as his friend nuzzled him, and then just shook his head and sighed as Chibi bounded off to the bathroom further in the house with a spring in his step. "Honestly, I don't know how you've even managed to survive this long..." he mumbled as he began picking up various bottles, jars and bags of things and closing them up, placing them back in their proper places. He'd been at Chibi-kun's house (well, his grandmother's house really, but she wasn't usually there) so often he knew where everything went. Honestly, did she ever teach the boy to cook, or just give him free reign of the kitchen? And why were there pickles in the same jar as chilies?!
"Hey, sorry I took so long, I figured I'd finish cleaning some clothes up and start a load of lau-" Chibi began walking in, but when he looked up to see Romantic already cooking, a shock-and-awe look came upon his face. He dashed around the kitchen as he spoke, "but the floors- and the food items- and did you- how did you save the pots though- where did you find the apron?! I was looking for it and- I WAS ONLY GONE MAYBE TWENTY MINUTES. Roma-chaaaaan you're magic!" Chibi was rushing in for a hug but Romantic stopped him with a stern look.
"Careful. It's hot," he said, gesturing to the pot he hand in his hands. "And it's called you pick a spot, and start. And then don't stop or get distracted by something else. It's a magical method that works wonders, you know." He smiled gently at his friend to let him know he wasn't annoyed, just teasing, and moved to the sink to pour the large bowl of noodles into a colander, steam raising up and quickly fogging over his glasses.
"Uwaaaah you're so good at it though!" Chibi hopped up onto a counter, swinging his feet back and forth off the edge. He usually ended up in this position when Romantic was cooking in the kitchen. It was a good spot. And normally he could cook... small amounts... of simple things. But when he got excited and needed to make something that was palatable to the normal tongue... well the things got a little difficult. "You know, you'd make a really good wife. If you ever get lonely in the flat of yours all by yourself, I'd be more than happy to come join you!" He grabbed a banana from the fruit stand and started peeling it, frowning as the top didn't come off cleanly.
"Ahaha, oh no, I couldn't, I have a-" Romantic stopped himself before he told Chibi-kun about his sometimes-roommate, almost forgetting that his friend didn't know about him. And he'd prefer to keep it that way. Less trouble, much easier... they weren't even at home at the same time very much. Almost like he didn't live there. He used the moment he took to wipe off his glasses to buy him time, and smoothly recovered by the time he placed them back upon his nose "-need for a quiet place when I come home from the confectionary. I like it that way, you know."
"Besides," he began, moving back to the stove to stir a sauce he was making, "we already talk nearly every day. Wouldn't you get sick of me?"
"Roma-chan, there's no such thing as getting sick of your best friend. Aha!" Chibi let out a noise of success, having opened his banana, and continued around a mouthful of the fruit, "it juff doffnt hoppehn."
Romantic moved the sauce from the fire and began putting everything together, placing some dishes carefully in the oven when a timer beeped. He looked up at his friend from the corner of his eye, "while that is sweet and all, Chibi-kun, you really shouldn't talk with your mouth full. It's rude. And also a bit gross," he admonished while he stood back up, cracking his back slightly as he leaned over to set the time on the stove again. "And the apron was hanging up in the pantry, next to the broom. Where else would an apron be?"
Chibi shrugged, and stuck his tongue out at his bestie, hopping down from the counter to toss out his fruit peel. "How would I know? I hardly use the kitchen for anything besides the microwave and you know it." He grabbed the edges of the trashbag, and started lifting the smelly thing up and out of the can. "I'm gonna take this trash out - oi it's gotten rank. Anything you wanna toss in last minute?"
"Nawh," Romantic answered, shaking his head at the amusing boy. "I'm just finishing up here," he added, turning back to carefully place homemade ravioli into the large pot on the stove, quiet little "plop plops" sounding as each went in. "When was Sadistic-san supposed to get here, anyways?"
"Oh, I don't know... he should get here any time now, though," Chibi called, his voice slightly muffled from the hallway wall, "he usually comes about an hour late or so."
Tsking slightly - Sadistic-san always seemed to be so rude, he really didn't understand why Chibi-kun enjoyed spending time with him... if anything he was even more mean to Chibi-kun! - Romantic picked up the large serving bowl filled with freshly made chicken alfredo with fedduccini noodles and was carefully picking his way across the room to the table when-
"Yo, Chibi, I made it."
The deeper voice that belonged to the body that had just walked around the corner (and Romantic had subsequently run into) startled him so bad that the large bowl of food tipped, almost as if in slow motion, over and fell to the floor with a sickening splat. The only reason Romantic wasn't covered (more) in the mess was because he suddenly found a large muscular arm wrapped around his waist, holding him up.
Yelping, he scrambled away from Sadistic's grasp and bemoaned the state of his carefully prepared dinner. Glaring, he looked at Chibi-kun's ... frienemy? perhaps that would be a better word for it - friend and hissed "you could have at least said excuse me."
"Geez, well sorry, I'm should have just let you crash and bath in the..." Sadistic took a moment to look down at the floor and the mess, trying to figure out what it was. "... yellow sauced pasta and chicken chunks thing, clearly. Definitely shouldn't have caught you."
Taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself, Romantic could feel the beginnings of a headache come on... they frequently did when he was alone in a room with Sadistic-san. "Sadistic-san, that yellow sauced pasta and chicken chunks thing was our dinner. And now it's ruined!" He looked quite crestfallen at that, and glared at the other man once more.
A severe glaring fight seemed to be on the edge of breaking out - if not already occurring - when Chibi-kun came back in through the front door calling out "I'm baaaaaaac- .... uwaaaaah what happened?!"
"Your friend over here ran into me and the whole batch went to waste." Normally Romantic didn't get as upset about things like this, but he still wasn't happy with how Sadistic had behaved recently (hurting Chibi-kun to win a silly race, then getting into a hissy fit over a simple tease and turning his hair blue... true, Chibi-kun asked for it most of the time, but that didn't make it any better! not to mention how rude Sadistic-san was in general...) and he'd had a couple of particularly troublesome customers at the confectionary that day, so his patience was not, perhaps, as present as it usually was.
Sadistic was glaring right back at Romantic and was about to snap out a biting remark when Chibi-kun quickly intervened. "Well, damn, it had smelled delicious, Roma-chan. I guess we'll just have to order pizza." He heard the oven ding, and nudged his friend. "Didn't you have some tarts or something set aside to bake? Why don't you go grab those? We'll take care of dinner and clean up the mess, don't worry about it."
As Romantic huffed a bit - now mostly just forlorn about his loss of a wonderfully prepared dinner - he pouted and walked into the kitchen to salvage dessert and heard Chibi-kun quietly whining at Sadistic-san.
"Sadi-chaaaaaan, please do try to be nice tonight, ok? It's my first break off in awhile, I want it to be good! We can do lots of fun things tonight, alright? You got a night off from work, too. Let's be friendly, ok? Here, why don't you help me clear this mess up... Roma-chan has already had to deal with my mess in the kitchen, I wouldn't want to add to his worries any more!"
Hearing some noises of cleaning up the mess in the next room, and Chibi-kun's pleading, Romantic couldn't help but smile slightly. He could still make the night wonderful, and pizza every now and again could be just as delicious as a home cooked meal. He decided then and there to make an effort to make the night be wonderful - after all, Chibi-kun had been so excited for it! And it seemed that Sadistic-san had made an effort to join as well - and, after all, he was able to salvage the apple tarts. They'd be just as delicious after some pizza as they would after chicken alfredo fedduccini.
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It had been a long couple of hours since Sadistic had arrived, but he had taken Chibi's pleadings to heart and had been behaving himself from then on. He could be just as nice and civil to Romantic as Romantic was to him! See, it wasn't so hard! ... just annoying. And somewhat tiring. But not nearly as tiring as it would be if he'd been taking care of one of his siblings when they were sick, or trying to keep his little half-brother out of trouble. And though he took the night off work for this, sometimes after he spent too much time with Chibi or Chibi's friends he wished he hadn't. But he promised Chibi a break after he got off school, so... here he was.
Sitting on Chibi's bed.
With Romantic a few feet away.
And no Chibi in sight.
The younger guy had rushed out of the room with the excuse "gottagopotty" and left Sadistic just sitting there in awkward silence with Romantic just a Chibi's-length away. He glanced to the side at Romantic, was slightly surprised to find him staring, but quickly moved his head to look across the room when he realized Sadistic had seen. Hmph. He had been nice all night long and now he was being punished by being left in the same room with the pansy who got upset that some food was spilt. Greeeeeat.
Feeling eyes on him once more and getting a bit annoyed, Sadistic snapped his head to the side and barked out "What!"
Romantic was so startled he yelped and fell over off the edge of the bed, crashing onto the floor and half sliding underneath the bed. Leaning over the edge of the bed to make contact with the side of Romantic's face that wasn't hidden, Sadistic growled "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Romantic tinged pink, being caught in the act of accidentally staring and in such deep thought he hadn't even realized Sadistic had looked back and slowly answered. "Ah, I wasn't trying to stare... I just thought... well, I hadn't really said thanks... you know, for earlier, saving me from falling into the sauce and all...." He tried to brush off his embarrassment and not look at Sadistic by sitting up, but didn't take into account the bed frame that was right above him, and promptly banged himself into it.
Sadistic shook his head as the other man groaned, falling back to the floor, and reached his hand down to help him up in a way that wouldn't result in major head trauma. "Ah, it was just instinct. Don't worry about it," he said gruffly, hefting Romantic into a sitting position and kindly ignoring the fact that he was now basically sitting on Sadistic's feet.
"No, no, it was quite-" a funny look crossed Romantic's face, a sort of scrunched up huh, "hold on, I think something is caught on my hand..." He sat up completely and pulled his hand out from under the bed, trying to figure out what could possibly have that particular texture when Sadistic was suddenly roaring with laughter and Romantic was shocked completely still.
There was a thong. There was a bright red thong, and from its sheen Sadistic would guess it was latex, too. And right now, it was wrapped around Romantic's hand in such a way that he was palming the crotch. And it was fucking hilarious.
Romantic started flipping out, swinging his hand around in an attempt to get the thong off, and finally it flew a few feet away and he just sat, shocked, staring at his hand in horror. "That was a.... a...."
"Thong, it was a thong." Sadistic supplied when he could breathe again, and then continued inbetween laughs, "a bright... red... latex... thongahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He devolved back into gales of laughter, throwing his head back and cracking up thoroughly. After a moment of slight glaring at Sadistic for finding such joy in his horror, Romantic realized how actually ridiculous this was and leaned over onto Sadistic's knees for support, laughing hard himself.
Neither of them noticed Chibi enter the room with a confused - but hopeful (maybe they were getting along finally!) - look upon his face.
"Hey guys what hap-" Chibi's voice cut off in a choked sound as he noticed his thong laying just off to the side of the two cracking up boys and his face immediately turned a very, very bright red (gee, that shade was quite reminiscent of something else in the room...) as he rushed forward and quickly snatched up the offending piece of underclothing. "I SWEAR I CLEANED UP BEFORE YOU GUYS CAME OVER OH MY GOSH." He was absolutely mortified, and his shouts helped the two other men to calm down a bit, though Romantic had to wipe some tears out of the corner of his eyes.
"Ahahaha, Chibi, it's fine. It's not like we've never seen a..." Sadistic started falling back into laughter, and paused for a few chuckles, "latex thong before. I'd love to see what it looks like modeled, though... you should put it on and show it off for us!" He teased quickly, smirking as his friend turned at even more thorough red, encompassing his ears all the way to their tips.
Chibi was about to throw a retort out, but decided it might be best to remove the offending article of clothing instead. "I'M JUST GOING TO GO PUT THIS AWAY NOW," he shouted awkwardly, backing towards the door "DON'T DO ANYTHING WEIRD I'LLONLYBEGONETWOSECONDSOK" and he ran out of the room like a frightened mouse.
Sadistic leaned back on the bed as he came back down to earth, still finding the whole situation quite hilarious, and starting to realize he had the weight of Romantic's body leaning over his knees and sitting on his feet and it... actually... wasn't that ba- wait no what was he saying, that was ROMANTIC down there! Man, he needed to get laid...
Almost as if Romantic realized it at the same time he did, the man quickly yelped once more (those yelps were actually kind of endearing... mmm- wait NO) and scrambled off his feet, quickly moving to sit awkwardly on the floor at the other side of the bed, pointedly looking anywhere BUT at Sadistic. Welp, that didn't last long... before he could say anything about ignore it or it'll just get awkward or it means nothing, though, Chibi walked back in, still considerably red but obviously feeling better now that the thong was no longer present.
"Ok, now... why don't we watch a movie and eat some of these tarts that Roma-chan made? They smell delicious and I haven't been allowed to have a single one yet...!" Chibi whined a bit at the end, and placed the tray onto the edge of his bed, glad that at least the tension that had been in the room since Sadistic arrived was considerably less... even though it was skin off Chibi's back that caused that.
Sadistic grabbed a tart and popped the whole thing in his mouth, while Romantic got up and wandered towards Chibi's bookshelf which housed, not books, but a widely rounded DVD collection. "Mmph, these are akpually really goof," Sadistic said with his mouth full, and smirked a bit when he saw Romantic's shoulders tense up, then relax slightly. Yeah. Maybe he could get along with Romantic well for the rest of the night...
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Chibi had managed to get over his embarrassment quickly enough - though he knew he'd be getting teased about it for months to come - as he fought Sadi-chan over the last apple tart and Jaws played on the tv, mostly being ignored. Roma-chan had picked it out, whether for them all to laugh at how terrible it was or to chuckle when Chibi jumped (and sometimes hid his face in Sadi-chan's shoulder... it was reflex, reflex!) it wasn't quite clear.
"AHAPMPH I GOPF IFF!" Chibi triumphantly shouted, stuffing the last tart into his mouth and falling backward onto his bed with a satisfied sigh. The end credits started to roll, and Romantic yawned, stretching his arms and blinking frequently.
"Awwww c'mon Roma-chaan you can't be tired yet!" Chibi complained at his friend, kicking his feet back and forth off the edge of the bed. "It's only..." he glanced at the clock on his bedside table, "11 at night! That's not late yet!"
"It might not be for a small, super energetic night owl that's all hyped up on sugar right now," Romantic pointedly looked at his friend who had somehow managed to not only eat seven apple tarts but also keep them all down while bouncing off the walls, "but for a early bird baker like myself, this is incredibly late."
Romantic fluffed up the old pillow Chibi had found in the closet, and laid down underneath the blankets, his hand sprawling out underneath the pillow to lay above his head, and his legs slightly curling in on himself. "You two feel free to stay up... I'm just gon-aaaaahn-na rest my eyes for a bit..." He smacked his mouth a bit, and had the slight sleepy foresight to remove his glasses and place them in a small bag he had roped around his neck. Never trust your glasses in a vulnerable place when your crazy friends are around. That's a terrible decision. After placing them safely where he would wake up if someone messed with them - clearly this has happened before - he leaned his head on his pillow and promptly fell asleep.
"How does he fall asleep so fast like that?" A quiet voice suddenly next to Sadistic's ear startled him, and he only just refrained from automatically punching his friend. "I thought I told you not to do that!?!"
"Ahahaha, sorry, sorry," Chibi laughed and bounced away, just out of Sadistic's reach, obviously still quite energetic. "I always forget you're touchy about your personal space." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and made air quotes with his fingers, which just earned him a rolling of eyes from his friend.
"I just don't like someone suddenly all up and breathing on my ear, it's gross," Sadistic huffed, reaching over his shoulder to pull his hair slowly out of the ponytail it'd been in all night and finger-combing through it to rid it of any knots. He slowly began to braid it, keeping one eye on Chibi as the boy scooted a bit closer anytime he wasn't looking.
"Ooooh whatcha doooooooing, Sadi-chan?" Chibi had inched up to stare at Sadistic's fingers running through his red locks, rather fascinated by the movement and swish of the hair when his friend's fingers reached the end.
"I.... braid it at night. It helps it not to get tangled," Sadistic said, suddenly concentrating firmly on his hair and what his hands were doing and specifically NOT at Chibi's face exhibiting a growing sense of wonder. "It's nothing amazing, I do it every night...," he said, a bit disgruntled at the level of interest Chibi was taking in it. It was awkward.
"Ohhhhhhhh oh oh oh oh oh can I try! Can I can I can I pleeeeeeeeeeeeease try to braid your hair for your Sadi-chaaaaaaaan?" Chibi pleaded, scooting closer and leaning up under Sadistic's head to catch his eye. "Pleeeeeease oh please oh please oh please can I try let me try pleeeeeeeeeease!"
Sighing in slight exasperation, but knowing that Chibi wasn't going to give up anytime soon, he conceded. "Fine... BUT! You must be very careful with my hair, you got it?" He demanded more than asked, fixing Chibi with a stern gaze.
"Yes yes yes I'll be the most careful ever yes!" Chibi cheered, bouncing behind his friend and pulling all the hair gently over his shoulders till it hung down his back. "Ahhhhhhh Sadi-chan, you have so much! And it's so long... and soft!" He exclaimed in surprise, running his hands through it just as he'd seen Sadistic do moments before.
"Yeah, I've been growing it out for a few years now... and you just gotta wash it regular- AH! I said gentle, Chibi!" Sadistic growled back at his friend who had managed to find a tangle and yanked at it too hard.
"Sorry! I'm not used to there being so MUCH of it!" Chibi quickly apologized, but then untangled his hands and began separating it into three sections. "My hair's short, y'know."
"And blue," Sadistic added, huffing a bit as his hair was yanked slightly again... oi, this was like letting his little sister play with it all over again. But she'd needed to see how to take care of long hair, there was nothing to do, she couldn't exactly figure it out on her own head...
Chibi mumbled to himself as he began trying to braid the hair, lifting one chunk above the other and weaving it together, "mm ok... so then now we... and then you just... and maybe..? yes! and..."
"Hey, Chibi..." Sadistic called softly over his shoulder, cutting into his friend's mumbles.
"Mhm? And just... got it! What's up?"
"Do you think I'm rude?"
Chibi paused in his braiding for a moment to think, then continued, responding nonchalantly. "No, I don't really think you are. You're just really blunt, Sadi-chan. You say what you think, that's all. But I like that about you!" Sadistic could practically hear the beaming smile through his friend's voice, and relaxed his shoulders while Chibi carefully pulled a stray strand back into one of the larger sections of hair. "Why?"
"Ahh, no reason, really. Are you almost done back there? It shouldn't be taking so long..." He frowned as he realized how much time had passed in the quiet, and Chibi was still sitting behind him quietly humming away as he worked.
"Yeah, I'm just about at the end! Do you have one of those... uhm... hair thingies?" Chibi asked, reaching a hand blindly forward over Sadi-chan's shoulder, making grabby motions with his hand. "To keep it from undoing, you use one of those tie thingies, right?"
"Ah, yeah, I got one right here." Sadistic pulled a black hair band off his wrist, placing it into Chibi's hand and sitting up as Chibi moved back and cheered that he had finished. "Well, how'd yo-" Sadistic had moved his hand back to feel his head and check the braid, when suddenly he froze. "What the hell did you do to my hair, idiot?!"
"I braided it!" Chibi shouted back, pouting a bit. "What, you don't like it?"
"....... this is supposed to be a... have you ever braided ANYTHING before?" Sadistic asked while he tried to figure out how in the world his hair was making such crazy loops and turns and then there was suddenly one large empty spot... what...?
"Well, no," Chibi said, glancing at Roma-chan to see if he'd woken up from the noise, but nope, that boy could sleep through a riot. "But I tried my best! It just kinda... got stuck in the middle... and when I got there, the bottom was already kind of braided, but I hadn't done it yet! I don't know how it happened, but I did my best!"
Sadistic sighed and shook his head, "I guess it'll have to do... Just... don't touch my hair again, ok?"
Chibi promised quickly, and moved out to the kitchen for a moment. He had a devious plan that would be absolutely wonderful if it worked... plus it should get back at his friend for messing with his things. They should know better! When he tiptoed back into the room, Sadistic had moved to lay on his stomach, and shot him a curious look as he walked towards Roma-chan's head and crouched down.
He raised a finger to his lips in a shushing motion, and carefully, slowly, sloooooooowly, lifted Roma-chan's fingers up until he was able to slide a small bowl underneath them. Ahhh perfect. Absolutely perfect. He grinned at Sadi-chan, who just shook his head and settled onto his arms to sleep, and crawled up onto his own bed. He had been so awake, planning on staying up all night long, but the night had really left him tuckered out... probably a sugar low, though, and considering how much greasy pizza and apple tarts he ate, he was lucky he hadn't gotten sick yet. He snuggled into his pillow, smiling happily as he fell asleep. Today was a wonderful day...
A gentle drift off to sleep couldn't have been more of a contrast to his waking up in the morning, however. An angry screech of "WHO THE HELL PUT MY HAND IN WARM WATER LAST NIIIIIGHT?!?!" got him up and out of bed quickly as he called back "IT'S ALL SADI-CHAN'S FAULT" and ran out of the room, cackling maniacally as he was chased all over the house by his friend who smelt strongly of ammonia and had a conspicuous wet spot on his trousers.
Chapter 1 of (working title I guess) Semes I Wrote A Fic - will be posted in chapter increments as each is finished. Chapter 1 rated... meeeeh probably like G+ it's pretty safe. Enjoy!
"Come on in guys, the water feels great!" Chibi's head popped up for a second on the side of the pool, a wide grin sprawled across his face as he dripped water everywhere.
"Oh, so you're still alive. I was worried for a second there, hadn't seen you for a couple of minutes," Romantic smiled as he placed his feet in the water and gently kicked them back and forth a bit.
Chibi quickly pushed against the wall and paddled over to Romantic, placing his soaking wet hands on his friend's flower patterned trunks. "I was just pretending to be a mermaid. Here, I'll show you, like this!" Quickly the hands left wet spots on the trunks as Chibi ducked under the water, bubbles steadily popping out of his mouth while his hair sprawled around him in the water. Romantic couldn't help but chuckle at the sheer joy on Chibi's face.
Seeing that he probably wouldn't get anywhere with Romantic, Chibi resurfaced panting, his hair slick to his head and practically covering his eyes completely. He pushed it out of the way with a quick hand, making it stick up in weird directions as he called out to his other friend "C'mon Sadistic, we could play sharks and minnows! You could be the shark!"
Sadistic looked over at Chibi, and just grunted. "Aw, don't be like that Sadistic! Just because it's hard to get all of your hair into a swim ca-" Chibi quickly cut himself off as Sadistic tossed him a death glare. The smaller boy who was helping Sadistic into his cap looked even more flustered as, at the slight glaring motion, half of the hair fell back out of the cap. Sadistic was clearly not in a good mood.
"Ok fiiiiine you two can both be buggers, then! I'll just have to swim amazingly fast laps by myself, since neither of you could ever keep up," Chibi pushed off from the wall and leisurely swam backstroke to the other side of the pool, and was about to flipturn when he suddenly he was overwhelmed by a large wave and found himself face to face with a quite frustrated Sadistic.
"Get your ass in position, we're gonna race," Sadistic's smirk and tone drowned out the excited cheers from Chibi as they both positioned themselves to push off against the wall.
"Oh, there's no way this is going to end well..." Romantic mumbled while he stood up and agreed to follow Chibi's suggestion of being the count-off-person.
As soon as Romantic sounded the mark, Chibi kicked off from the wall with all his might. Sadistic may have a strong kick and long legs, but Chibi has an incredibly quick kick, helping to make up for his smaller stature. Romantic wasn't really sure which side was going to win - though Sadistic did throw a few jabs sideways at Chibi, which (mostly) Chibi managed to dodge. Once they reached the flipturn, Chibi flipped and Sadistic took the time to turn around. But, in the end, Sadistic's longer legs and powerful arm muscles propelled him through the water to the other side first (the kicks might have helped just a smidgen).
Sadistic cheered as he popped up for air, fist pumping the air. "Yeeeeah! That's how a real man does it!"
Chibi emerged from the water a moment later breathing hard and slightly favoring his side, taking a moment leaning against the wall to catch his breath. Once he knew he could respond easily - and right before Romantic made it over there to make sure Chibi wasn't hurt too bad - he whispered with a small smirk "Good race, even if you did cheat... and I let you win." Chibi quickly jumped out of the water and let Romantic inspect his stomach (it was just a little red, honestly Romantic, you just need to get into the water with us, don't be such a baby!) and chuckle darkly as Sadistic fumed once more. Yeah, he was gonna pay for that later... but that was alright, that rivalry was half the fun of his friendship with Sadistic.
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That little brat! Sadistic pounded his fist on the surface of the water, creating a big splash. He thinks he can just say something like that and get away with it? Ohhhhh no, he was most certainly going to get Chibi back for that snarky little comment, I don't think sooo little man. It was little after both Chibi and Romantic had already left the pool area, Sadistic staying behind to run a few laps. Now he climbed out of the pool, and laid back on the deck to contemplate how best to get the little bugger back.
Maybe he should check Chibi's belt strength in a public place? Nawwh, the kid probably strutted around in really cute underwear and wouldn't be embarrassed at all. That wouldn't work.
He could always swap Chibi's salt and sugar next time he was in the guy's kitchen (sometimes Chibi made him come over for this darn "cooking parties" they were complete nonsense). ... Nope, he'd notice way too quickly.
He might feed him a toxic cookie... but that would require the effort of making fake cookies. Too much work.
Letting out a bit of a huff, Sadistic flipped to his other side and noticed a pool attendant slowly making her way towards him, probably to tell him off about laying around on the deck and, by the look of the darkening sky, that they were closing soon. A quick glare shot her way took care of that, though.
Hmmmm maybe he could throw a whoopie cushion under Chibi's chair and laugh... nawh, too simple. Sadistic sat up, now completely dry, and shook his hair out of his face. He could always throw fake poop in his ice cream next time they went out - it never was long, and Chibi always favored chocolate. Always.
Snickering as he stood up to gather his things, Sadistic smirked. That would be far too cruel, even he had his limits, and Chibi inhaled his ice cream so fast he'd be afraid of the poor guy choking on fake poop. Now wouldn't that be a trip to the emergency room... heh.
With his towel slung over his shoulder and flip flops back on his feet, he walked out of the pool area pondering when he might get some choice opportunities - after all, if he ended up at another sleepover with his friend (sometimes he had childish whims), he could always go for the classics like a marker moustache or slipping his hand in water to get him to wet the bed. Chibi always did have a habit of either falling asleep early or trying to chatter all through the night and falling asleep at 2am. One or the other, there was no inbetween.
Sadistic walked out of the gate and walked towards the bike rack, quickly unlocking his bike and withdrawing it from the stalls. He smoothly placed some white sunglasses on his face (even though it was dark really what was he doing) and hopped onto his ride, a sleek beach bicycle with a beautiful forest green frame and accented lime green spokes, releasing a sudden gasp as he sat down. He knew just the thing to get Chibi back! He grinned widely as he pedaled away from the pool towards his apartment, completely forgetting about the cap he left impaled upon the swimming gate's points, left for the pool staff to wonder and tell stories about for months to come.
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Romantic smiled up at the bright clear skies, happy it was a good day today. A perfect day, in fact. He was going to host a picnic and it was going to be awesome! He even thought to pack an umbrella in case it was too sunny and all the good shady tree spots were taken (or covered in ants... don't want a repeat of Chibi's freak out last time, poor guy was terrified he still had some crawling on him all day long). He grabbed the picnic blanket - a ratty, scratchy, old yellow thing, but it worked great for dirt and mess, Sadistic wasn't always the cleanest eater after all - from the closet and threw it over his shoulder while he headed to the kitchen to make sure everything was all gathered.
Sandwiches? Check. Fruit? Bananas, plums, grapes and nectarines, all check. Fresh lemonade? Check. He'd made sure to go to the backyard and grab some lemons and get that all prepped a few days ago - fresh homemade lemonade was the best, and no matter how Sadistic might make a face he always got at least three glasses and Romantic knew he secretly loved it. Romantic always appreciated it when his friends loved what he did - even if they were reluctant to show it. Though Romantic wouldn't reeeeeeally count Sadistic as a friend... he was mostly invited to things because Chibi liked hanging out with him, and would probably drag him along even if he weren't invited. So Romantic was considerate (and realistic) and just invited him to stuff anyways.
After checking and double checking that he had everything, Romantic loaded up his car and let loose a relaxed breath as he clamped the trunk shut. There we go, mini cooper all loaded up, and the park was hardly that far away. He glanced at his watch, double checking that he had enough time - unlike his friends, Romantic liked to keep to what and where and when he'd said he'd be. He had plenty of time to leisurely get there, and glanced up at the sky, shading his eyes, trying to gauge if he wanted to bring a hat of some sort.
Just as he had decided to just go ahead and get going, he realized that yes, he did forget something! Romantic ran back into the house and returned quickly with a small bag of something that rustled as he walked, smiling as he went. These would be a big hit with everyone. He tossed the bag into the passenger seat and started up the car, realizing as he went that of course he didn't need a hat - he'd packed the umbrella. Duh!
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Romantic was busy unpacking the umbrella and laying out the blanket, so he didn't realize anyone was approaching him at first. Needless to say he gave quite the startled shout of surprise when he heard a sudden "Rooooo-chan, how come you didn't tell me you were coming a little early to set up? I would've helped you!"
Romantic glanced up to see Chibi standing in front of him, hands on his hips and pouting slightly, when all of a sudden he gasped. "Ah! Chibi-kun, I- I almost didn't recognize you! Any reason for the... sudden change?"
"Oh, so you noticed, huh?" Chibi flopped onto the freshly laid out blanket and started plucking off his shoes with an exasperated sigh. "I thought I got it all out, but I must have missed some. Sadi-chan tried to get back at me for what I did at the pool by putting itching powder in my SHOES! My shoes! I have to use these, Ro-chan. Every. Day." He punctuated each word with a wiggle of his shoe a in the direction of Romantic, a dead serious look upon his face.
"What do you mean sho- Sadi-san did- pool...? Wait. What? Chibi-kun, explain yourself properly!" Romantic shook his head and sat down next to his friend as he began beating his shoes, trying to get any residual powder out.
"Well you remember when we were at the pool about a week ago or so?" Chibi asked, blowing at the inside of his shoe before thinking too much about it.
"Yeah, you and Sadistic-san had a race... He kicked you, that's how you got that bruise on your ribs a few days later," Romantic nodded, laughing a little as Chibi quickly drew his face back and coughed a bit, quickly regretting blowing into his shoe.
After his little coughing fit, Chibi rubbed his nose and returned to the conversation nonchalantly. "Well yeah, but I mean c'mon, that was just a love tap. It didn't even really hurt, but it was really cute how you fawned over me, Ro-chaan." He looked up at his friend a little bit and smirked, catching Romantic off guard for a moment as he blushed, mumbling about how he cares so there and you'd do it too shush.
Romantic recovered quickly though - his friend loved embarrassing him, so he'd gotten used to it a bit by now - and scrunched his face a bit. "He did seem a bit upset after the match though... did you do something to provoke him again, Chibi-kun?" His tone took on a mothering, stern scolding type of sound, and he frowned at Chibi. He was always getting himself into trouble!
Chibi let loose that grin of his and chuckled a little awkwardly, setting his shoes safely on the blanket - no ants for them! nope - and leaning back on his arms. "Aw c'mon, I did do anything thaaaaat bad. I just teased him a little bit! It's only natural, we tease each other all the time! I just kinda teased him about how he only won 'cause I let him."
Romantic groaned but couldn't stop from smiling a little bit, that explained Sadistic's sulking that day, and staying behind after they left (he usually left earlier since he rode his bike, after all). "Chibi-kun, you should know better by now than to keep teasing Sadistic-san. You know he doesn't take teasing well. And look where that got you now. Although you still haven't answered why-"
"But that's not all!" Chibi sat up with sudden vigor, leaning forward on his criss-cross-apple-sauce'd legs. "I caught him in the act! He was just sitting there, putting itching powder in my shoes like it was nothing! Ahhhhhhh you should've seen his face when I walked into my room though! He was so startled! Ahahaha." Chibi laughed loud and clear, his grin splitting his face as he lowered his head, shaking with the laughter.
Trying to imagine Sadistic's face, caught in the act, as Chibi walked into the room was more than enough to give Romantic a bit more of a happy mood, and wipe away some of his mother hen worries. "How'd he get into your room though?"
"Oh, you know, the old lady let him in," Chibi said, waving a hand as if it didn't really matter, before splitting back into a wide smile, "but I guess he didn't expect her to tell me that 'one of your friends is waiting for you in your room, Chibi-kun,'" he said the last part in an exaggerated old lady voice, for a moment sitting up proper and acting as if he really were the old woman. "So I walked in, and I was all ready to shout out that I was home and were was Sadi-chan, when HE JUST LOOKS UP AT ME FROM MY SHOES AND HAS A BOX OF ITCHING POWDER IN HIS HAND AND HE JUST SITS THERE FROZEN ahahahahahahaha!" Chibi quickly fell apart into shaking waves of laughter again, no doubt remembering exactly what Sadistic had looked like when caught in the act.
Romantic chuckled some along with his friend, he had to admit it was pretty funny, but he still had one question that had not been answered...
"So, Chibi-kun, you cleaned your shoes out and came over, I get that, but... aren't you missing a part of your story?"
"....huh?" Chibi responded incredibly intelligently, looking up, confused as to why Romantic looked at him so pointedly. "Didn't you notice my feet were a bit red and swollen from scratching, so that's why you asked what's up? I tried to get all the itching powder out, but it doesn't seem I managed too well..." He trailed off, looking back down at his shoes for a moment.
"Well, while that was quite an entertaining tale," Romantic admitted, conceding the point, "I was really more wondering why your hair was bright-anime-protagonist-blue."
"What are yo- EEEEEEEEEEEEH?!" Chibi begun asking before quickly pulling a hand up to yank his bangs down and sure enough, they were bright blue (though it might not have been evenly coated, his entire head was some strange mix of blue with blond stripes about here and there now). "He did NOT. Ooooooh he's gonna get it for this one...!"
"Ah, Chibi-kun, try not to overreact!" Romantic tried to calm his friend down before he got that evil plotting look on his face, that was never good news when that happened! "I- I think it looks quite nice!"
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Sadistic was having a good day. He slept in this morning, still had plenty of time for his workout, got to flip off and yell at a total of three people on his bike ride and now was heading to meet up with his friends for a picnic, at which he could finally see Chibi's reaction to his prank... he really hoped that Chibi decided to wash his hair this morning...
After spotting his friends - WOW! that was a really bright blue, and from the excitement that seemed to be coming from them it seemed like Chibi might not have noticed it until just now... how thick was the kid? - he biked straight towards them, crossing directly over the grass and kicking the stand out on his bike as he got off in one smooth motion.
"Hey, I'm here," he greeted calmly, pulling his sunglasses off and sliding them to hang on the front of his low cut tank top that showed off his muscles. He completely ignored the fact that he was "late" - whatever, if they wanted him there they'd be happy he were there at all. After all, that extra sleep this morning was certainly worth it...
"Hello, Sadistic-san," Romantic smiled slightly and waved at him to come and sit down with the other two.
Chibi was quiet at first, and his back was to Sadistic, so Sadistic moved to sit down across from him and was about to ask if Chibi was even reeeeeally there - had the blue hair shocked him THAT badly? that's ridiculous - when suddenly he looked up and responded.
"Heeey, Sadi-chan! Did you have a good morning?" Chibi asked with a beaming smile on his face, completely not what Sadistic was expecting.
"Uhm... yeah... it was great," he responded, looking warily at his friend. "How about you...?" Chibi's revenge was usually quick, and Sadistic was half expecting him to smack him for turning his hair such a ludicrous color. He glanced over at Romantic to see that yes, he too was confused by Chibi's attitude.
"Ahh, that's wonderful! I had a great morning - I'm trying out a new look, what do you think?" Chibi leaned forward and shook his hair out, then twirled around a few times to show off his whole outfit, almost tripping over his shoes which he'd left chilling off to the side of the blanket. "I think it suits me, and Roma-kun seemed to find it quite fitting!" He plopped back down on the blanket and sat cross-legged, beaming back at his friend, seemingly innocent about the whole ordeal (and the shouting that Sadistic was CERTAIN he had heard as he biked over).
So, this was how Chibi was gonna play his response to the prank then, huh? Well, two could play at that game... "Well..." He trailed off, looking Chibi up and down as if appraising his outfit, "why yes, I think it DOES go quite well together! Quite attractive when paired with your orange pullover, olive shirt, purple jeans and bright teal socks. Where are your yellow shoes, any- ah, there they are!" He spotted them over on the side, and couldn't keep a straight face for much longer, proceeding to laugh and shake his head slowly as he looked Chibi over once more. "Honestly, man, did you even LOOK in the mirror this morning? - well, probably not, considering the shouting I heard as I biked over." He turned to Romantic for a moment, and asked with a smirk, "so, did he not notice the hair til someone pointed it out? You'd think he'd see it earlier, with how his bangs are always hanging in his face."
Chibi looked scandalized at Sadistic's response, and Romatic's quiet chuckles probably weren't helping. He looked down at what he was wearing, then back up to his friends. "I see nothing wrong with my clothes! I look great - don't I, Romantic? You said I look nice earlier, you agree with me, right?" He waddled over to his friend and looked at him with pleading eyes, only to receive an awkward "eheheh" laugh.
"Well... I'm not certain I can agree with you on that today, Chibi-kun," Romatic said quietly, covering his mouth so as not to smile, "your clothes are quite horrific today, and you didn't notice your own hair was blue until I asked about it." He shrugged with a sort of apologetic face at his best friend, while Sadistic fell apart into rib cracking gales of laughter.
"See, Chibi," he said inbetween pants and wiping tears from his eyes, "you're so awful today that even Romantic won't agree with you, and he always takes your side in things! Ahahahahaaaaa." He slowly trailed off and calmed down, still grinning as he turned around towards the picnic basket. "Now, what's for lunch? I haven't eaten a thing since around 10 o'clock this morning," he mumbled while flipping the basket open and rummaging through it.
"Ten wasn't that long ago!" Chibi shouted out, but followed suit in leaning towards the basket to see what goodies Romantic packed - after all, he was always the real planning and reliable one of the group. Otherwise Chibi would probably just eat macaroni and cheese... and grilled cheese... and cheesy potatoes... basically things with cheese every day, and Sadistic would probably just have sandwiches and homemade burgers all the time. Romantic kept them all on track... just like a mother, he was.
Romantic was fine for a moment, before he heard an excited squeal from Chibi and a sound of approval from Sadistic. With a start forward, he realized they had found the saltwater taffy he'd packed as a treat, and he called out with a lunge, "No, Chibi-kun, those are for AFTER lunch! ... Hey, get back here with those, you ridiculous glutton!"
Sadistic started in on an egg salad sandwich while he sat back and relaxed, laughing now and again as Chibi dashed away with a large bag of taffy, and Romantic chased after him. Lunch and a show. Today was definitely a good day, even if his prank did end up going awry.
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