Kosuke's Play-Doh Playhouse
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Rockman EXE series.
Pairing: Pre-slash Chisao x Kosuke.
Summary:
Oyama Chisao thinks Play-Doh is for little kids. Kosuke tries to convince him otherwise.
"I'm out!"
"How come?"
"Play-Doh is for little kids, chu!"
Oyama Chisao thumped his feet on the tatami mat of his and his brother's room, where Kosuke lay recumbent on his tummy with scrubby legs kicked up behind him. The spunky youngster, nearly three years older than him, yet in the same grade by virtue of Chisao's accelerated placement, stuck out his tongue at his friend's standoffishness.
"Which we are!"
"I'm seven! S-E-V-E-N, chu! And you're –!"
"Nine? So what? The box reads 'For Ages 2 and up!' It doesn't mention anything about an age limit!"
Chisao's crabby mien waned to a lugubrious grouse. Squabbling got them nowhere. It was conversations like these that reminded him how dweeby and minikin he was. Everybody in his class operated on a completely different wavelength than him. The jinx of intellect trapped in that peanut anatomy of his. Why couldn't he be a strong type like Dekao or Gutsman?
"What are you making, anyway, chu?"
"A playhouse. See?" Kosuke showed off his artsy masterwork.
It was a rather posh abode, needlessly extra and flying in the face of buildable possibility.
Kosuke took Chisao on a tour of each section of the patched-together home. "This is the kitchen. The dining room. The living room. The bedrooms. And the skateboard ramps go here!"
"Skateboard ramps, chu?"
"They're for the son. He loves to skateboard!"
Lickety-split, a pungent putty person found its way into Chisao's hands. Moulded from the many-coloured contributions of numerous cannisters of modelling clay, the boy channelled a striking, if not kooky, resemblance to the children's toy's mascot, Play-Doh Pete.
"He looks like you, Kosuke-kun." The backwards baseball cap was a dead giveaway.
"Duh! He's my son. It's only natural I would pass my cap on to him," he explained with an aspirational, fatherly lilt. "I'm the one sitting on the couch."
Heeding Kosuke's direction, Chisao noted a consequently hatless rendition of his buddy in his adult years, butt glued to the starchy divan.
"Why is there a hole in the spot next to you, chu?"
"That is where I'm placing the other daddy."
"Don't you mean mommy, chu?"
"Hey! Whose playhouse is this?"
"…Yours?"
"Help me finish, please. I just have to sculpt his shirt, and then the family's done!"
Allergic to the crude representation of what turned out to be himself, Chisao fired up again. "Kosuke-kun, you meanie! If you're gunna make me the other daddy, at least make Big Me actually bigger, chu!"
"Wanna take over?"
"Gimme!" He swiped the figurine, and esuriently snapped up yellow, green, and brown cans from the Mountain of Colours, as well as funky stencils and the Play-Doh Fun Factory.
"I told you, Chisao-kun! You're never too old for Play-Doh!"
The beetroot kvetched. If he was going to be a member of this family, gadzooks, he'd have a say in the renovating!