This is a drabble I wrote, as you can say, out of boredom. It can be taken as a lone story, or as an annex to Classic Opera.
His head rested on his hand. Eyes half-closed, he was ready to fall asleep - but he had to stay away, and to listen to the never-ending speech the man at the other side of the room had started hours ago. He wasn't the type who was used to falling asleep in conferences, but that one was particularly boring. The only time he had fallen asleep like that was years ago, while watching an act that was really badly played.
He hadn't slept for days, this time, and felt really bad, but he was determined to attend the conference until the end. His pen was running on the paper, mechanically taking notes about whatever all that was about. He'd take a look at it another day.
When finally, he heard the liberating words, he took his time to gather his things and get up. There probably were interesting things written on his notebook, he didn't know. All he would remember was the monocord tone of the lecturer, and the annoying sound of his voice. Curse you, Rui ! The bassist was just the other side of the door - he knew it, he could feel it - waiting for him to go out and mock him.
"You're the worst, you know that," the singer mumbled, still half asleep, when he had joined his boyfriend.
"I know. But that was the only way I found for you to attend, and finally learn what you wanted to learn. So thank me, honey."
Tomo sticked his tongue out.
"No. I'll only curse your bets.
- That's what you're saying right now," Rui laughed, "but dare saying that again in a week !"
He grinned, already knowing how to answer to that.
"Oh, really ? Wanna bet ?"