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bonnefoisuh. Considered making it longer, but eh.
Title: a foreign landscape
Day/Theme: September 19 / relational aesthetics
Series: HanaKimi
Character/Pairing: Akiha/Umeda
Rating: PG
when Akiha said "vacation" Umeda didn't realize that it meant taking an old rented jeep all the way from Xanadu and to Timbuktu and everything in-between. Nor would he except “rustic” locals with no heating (“we’ll warm each other~”) civilians who spoke some language he couldn’t even guess let alone understand (which Akiha spoke. Fluently.) and no indoor plumbing.
In Umeda’s mind vacations are made of only this: Carribean cruises, sun, beautiful people in tightly clad clothes, sand, beach volleyball, warmth, civilized people who know how to make a decent cocktail, exotic food that won’t make you sick in the process.
Camping is something close to an insult, and something which is explicitly banned from his vocabulary.
“Aah~ this country air is so fresh~ I’m sure the rumors about the bears are false, and besides, I’ll protect you” Akiha said, flapping his arms like some overgrow bird without feathers.
“Bears. There are bears here?” Umeda said.
“Oh, I’m sure they’re friendly” Akiha chirped, already setting up the tent with way too much skill.
“I can’t have senpai out in the cold – though, I’m sure it would be lovely, you and I..”
Akiha’s change was almost instantaneous, as if two personalities existed within him, the idiot and the other one who was almost hot. And now Akiha was giving him that look.
“Don’t even think about it.” Umeda replied.. (Arctic winters have been known to be warmer than an irritated Umeda)
Several hours later (before dark, at least.) Akiha had the tent up and was already calling it everything from “castle” to “mansion” – Umeda thought it more along the lines of “better than nothing.”
Two minutes after it was erected, Umeda grabbed enough blankets to break a small laundry machine and created his bear (and Akiha) free zone. No way was he going to go outside and be eaten alive by vermin and bloodsucking insects.
“Senpai–”
“No I do not want to tell ghost stories and I damn well don’t want marshmallows.” Umeda said from inside the tent where he was staked out, under a heap of blankets and away from any stray wildlife which might molest him (Akiha included)
Akiha shrugged and put a bit more sugar on his smores, which were nearly sweet enough. Inwardly, Umeda wished him cavities. Lots and lots of cavities.
And that was surely only the first of the horrors to come. Akiha wanting to sing campfire songs, tell stories, or – god forbid – tame some wild animal and insist it was cute and harmless and probably named fluffykins.
At this point, Umeda thought he’d prefer the company of bears.
Title: a foreign landscape
Day/Theme: September 19 / relational aesthetics
Series: HanaKimi
Character/Pairing: Akiha/Umeda
Rating: PG
when Akiha said "vacation" Umeda didn't realize that it meant taking an old rented jeep all the way from Xanadu and to Timbuktu and everything in-between. Nor would he except “rustic” locals with no heating (“we’ll warm each other~”) civilians who spoke some language he couldn’t even guess let alone understand (which Akiha spoke. Fluently.) and no indoor plumbing.
In Umeda’s mind vacations are made of only this: Carribean cruises, sun, beautiful people in tightly clad clothes, sand, beach volleyball, warmth, civilized people who know how to make a decent cocktail, exotic food that won’t make you sick in the process.
Camping is something close to an insult, and something which is explicitly banned from his vocabulary.
“Aah~ this country air is so fresh~ I’m sure the rumors about the bears are false, and besides, I’ll protect you” Akiha said, flapping his arms like some overgrow bird without feathers.
“Bears. There are bears here?” Umeda said.
“Oh, I’m sure they’re friendly” Akiha chirped, already setting up the tent with way too much skill.
“I can’t have senpai out in the cold – though, I’m sure it would be lovely, you and I..”
Akiha’s change was almost instantaneous, as if two personalities existed within him, the idiot and the other one who was almost hot. And now Akiha was giving him that look.
“Don’t even think about it.” Umeda replied.. (Arctic winters have been known to be warmer than an irritated Umeda)
Several hours later (before dark, at least.) Akiha had the tent up and was already calling it everything from “castle” to “mansion” – Umeda thought it more along the lines of “better than nothing.”
Two minutes after it was erected, Umeda grabbed enough blankets to break a small laundry machine and created his bear (and Akiha) free zone. No way was he going to go outside and be eaten alive by vermin and bloodsucking insects.
“Senpai–”
“No I do not want to tell ghost stories and I damn well don’t want marshmallows.” Umeda said from inside the tent where he was staked out, under a heap of blankets and away from any stray wildlife which might molest him (Akiha included)
Akiha shrugged and put a bit more sugar on his smores, which were nearly sweet enough. Inwardly, Umeda wished him cavities. Lots and lots of cavities.
And that was surely only the first of the horrors to come. Akiha wanting to sing campfire songs, tell stories, or – god forbid – tame some wild animal and insist it was cute and harmless and probably named fluffykins.
At this point, Umeda thought he’d prefer the company of bears.
