"You destroyed -" But Subaru couldn't quite finish his sentence. He told himself it was becase he was incoherent with anger, but the fingers untucking his shirt might have had something to do with it as well.
"Yes," Seishirou murmured against his neck, and Subaru lost his train of thought entirely.
Five minutes later he hadn't managed to pick it up again, but he didn't really care until he fell back on the bed and the crawling, aching warmth across his skin was disturbed by the crackle of paper.
"What the..." Subaru's eyes were still a bit glazed, but he blinked a few times and managed to read the piece of paper that he'd pulled from under his arm. "Seishirou-san -"
"Oh." Seishirou snatched the paper and skimmed it. "Oh. Damn. I knew I'd forgotten something."
"Milk," Subaru said, in a tone commonly employed to deliver words like 'malignant', or possibly 'bastard'.
"Look, I'll be right back." Seishirou untangled his hand from Subaru's shirt and started scanning the floor. "Do you remember where my shoes went, by any chance?"
"No." Subaru looked sullen, and something in his eyes hinted at the fact that he might be regretting some of the things he had gasped out a few minutes earlier.
"The shop closes at nine," Seishirou tried to explain, but Subaru just glared at him.
The Sakuarazukamori sighed and tied him to the bed with a few select ofuda that he kept in his top drawer, just in case he decided to do something silly like run away whilst Seishirou nipped down to the shops for milk.
Some people just didn't understand the importance of lists.
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"You destroyed -" But Subaru couldn't quite finish his sentence. He told himself it was becase he was incoherent with anger, but the fingers untucking his shirt might have had something to do with it as well.
"Yes," Seishirou murmured against his neck, and Subaru lost his train of thought entirely.
Five minutes later he hadn't managed to pick it up again, but he didn't really care until he fell back on the bed and the crawling, aching warmth across his skin was disturbed by the crackle of paper.
"What the..." Subaru's eyes were still a bit glazed, but he blinked a few times and managed to read the piece of paper that he'd pulled from under his arm. "Seishirou-san -"
"Oh." Seishirou snatched the paper and skimmed it. "Oh. Damn. I knew I'd forgotten something."
"Milk," Subaru said, in a tone commonly employed to deliver words like 'malignant', or possibly 'bastard'.
"Look, I'll be right back." Seishirou untangled his hand from Subaru's shirt and started scanning the floor. "Do you remember where my shoes went, by any chance?"
"No." Subaru looked sullen, and something in his eyes hinted at the fact that he might be regretting some of the things he had gasped out a few minutes earlier.
"The shop closes at nine," Seishirou tried to explain, but Subaru just glared at him.
The Sakuarazukamori sighed and tied him to the bed with a few select ofuda that he kept in his top drawer, just in case he decided to do something silly like run away whilst Seishirou nipped down to the shops for milk.
Some people just didn't understand the importance of lists.