Fandom: Legal Drug
Character/s: Kazahaya, Rikuo
Words: 340
Notes: 50k30days, Oct 12th.
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"I'm cursed," Kazahaya lamented. "This has to be a curse. How else would I end up stuck with a hulking moron like you every job I get?"
Rikuo snorted. "Who's the moron?" he prompted, raising an eyebrow. "You're the one who can't do anything on your own."
If Kazahaya had had cat ears, they would have been flat against his skull. "I can so do things on my ow-- ooh," he finished, woozily, as Rikuo dangled the earring against the skin of Kazahaya's forearm. The taller boy caught the shorter as he reeled, dazed by a vision of light and water and wisteria trees, and waited, smirking, for Kazahaya to regain his senses.
"I can see that," he commented, and the fair boy groaned, clutching at his head as he staggered away from his tormentor.
"Jerk," he muttered. "Jerk, jerk, jerk. Don't do that. Don't ever do that." Even if the vision hadn't been bad, this time, it didn't mean the next one would be as pleasant. And the jolt of regaining this world, this body, was never what he'd refer to as fun. "I do just fine on my own."
"When you're not fainting all over the sidewalk," Rikuo added. "Princess."
Kazahaya bit his lips and fumed, eyes flashing. "My strings of fate are tangled and broken if I have to put up with you as much as I do," he declared. "Saiga speaks a load of crap."
Rikuo raised an eyebrow. "Strings of fate?" He held up his little finger. "These strings of fate?" Kazahaya gave a sullen nod, and Rikuo made a sound that might have been derision, or laughter. "You're such a little kid."
"I am not!" Kazahaya exploded. "You-- you know just as well as I do that stuff like this-- that stuff-- ARGH." He crossed his arms. "You are a jerk. You don't deserve to talk to me about strings of fate."
"More like tape," Rikuo decided, looping an arm around Kazahaya's shoulders and leering, completely ignoring the indignant squawk. "You're stuck with me."