title; tell all time
summary; it was an interrogation that could have gone better. [drabble.]
pairings; implied!wally x kuki, friendship!hoagie x kuki.
words; 445.
"So, what's your story?" a voice asked, a laugh brightening the edges of the question.
Wally glared at the source of the sound; Hoagie Gilligan. The boy was twisted towards him, an elbow resting on the back edge of this chair. Why was he looking at him like that? Why was the glasses-wearing boy even in "Good Start" English in the first place?
Abby had mentioned he was in her AP Calculus class.
"My what?" Wally asked, accent thick with suspicion.
He really wasn't liking thew way Gilligan was grinning at him, all teeth and curved mouth. It made him jumpy, and a little annoyed. It felt like someone was waiting to pounce on him from the shadows, like a prank. Or a . . . setup.
Hoagie chuckled at his tone. He twisted further in his seat until he was straddling it backwards, backbone pressing int the edge of his table. He could get a better look at the Australian in this position. "Your story," he said, again, "Ya know, birthplace? Ambitions?"
Hoagie narrowed his eyes behind his his tinted shades, leaning forward until he was nose-to-nose with Wally. "Crimes committed?"
Desks and chairs collided and crashed when Wally stood abruptly. A girl in the back-row groaned when her things tumbled to the floor, knocked away by a flinching boy. Wally curled a fist into the fabric of Hoagie's tee shirt, lifting him easily from his chair. "What shit have ya heard?" he snarled, raising a hand to strike when he received the answer, good or bad. "That fire wasn't me!"
The captured teenager waved his hands almost comically in a gesture of innocence. Fire? "I-it was a joke!" replied Hoagie, nearly choking on his tongue. He moved his hands to the clenched knuckles that hovered in front of his delicate eye sockets. "Now, could you please let me down, dude," he coaxed.
Wally snorted, but dropped him. Hoagie hit the seat was a thud. "Man," he said, smoothing out the collar of his shirt after fixing his desk, "I guess joking is out of the question with you."
A disgusted snort was the only response he received.
He eyed the Australian teenager over the ridge of his glasses, a brow raised in thought. Wally was scowling ahead, attempting to control his temper by studying thee whiteboard. His arms were folded tightly across his chest, fingers twitching angrily against his left bicep. Strung higher than a big apartment clothes line, Gilligan mused, and defensive as the Great Wall; Kuki sure knows how to pick 'em.
Interrogation as a certified self-appointed big brother was supposed to go smoother than this.
a/n;
well, i wrote something. it feels really messy and forced, but i need to post something so here you go. i hope you can enjoy it. :C