I'm not a Pillow
Continued from: [x] @redandblue-tatara
The man one year his junior was leaning up against him like he were some kind of pillow that he could use to nap with. Shugarl had just so happened to feel an urge for some recreational drinking, when Tatara noticed him and joined him for the drinking merriment. How the two managed to get themselves into this situation, he wasn’t sure.
All he knew was that Tatara was intruding in on his personal space, and he didn’t like that very much. ‘Soft’ and ‘Pliable’ almost sounded as though you were calling him ‘fluffy’. Excuse you, he takes special care to keep himself in shape, wouldn’t you know? Lifting a hand, he thumped Tatara’s forehead with the open part of his palm. He didn’t use too much force, so it wouldn’t have hurt the other man, but it may have startled him if anything.
“Pillows aren’t sentient so they can’t wish for anything. Find another person ‘with the right temperature’ to cuddle up to. There are certainly better people to cuddle up to than myself.”
After having thumped Tatara’s head, Shugarl took a sip of his vodka that he’d ordered. If Tatara was adamant on staying in place, Shugarl wasn’t going to get very physical with the guy. He was not the type to cause that much of a scene like a certain younger brother of his. Not only that, he did have some alcohol in his system so he felt less inclined to really enforce his desire to keep his personal bubble in tact.

















