"Not smart! How did I get stuck in here with you of all people?"
Kotarou exclaims, eyebrows narrowing so much they almost touch in the center. The comb that was resting peacefully on his left hip is jerked out and pointed in a certain redhead's direction.
Akaba sighs at this, whilst pulling his sunglasses down almost to the edge of his nose, as if he was looking down at a child.
(Kotarou acts like it enough, why shouldn't he be treated like one?)
"Fuu… It's not my fault you took so long to do your hair we got locked in here."
"Not smart! Not smart! Wait…"
Akaba can practically see Kotarou's brain trying to assess the situation at hand as quickly as possible.
The comb that was brushing back unruly black hair is once again thrusted into the guitarist's field of vision.
Ah, he came up with something.
"Why did you even wait, you creep?"
Kotarou declares, smirk dancing across his face, as if he was proud he found a loophole in Akaba's logic. (Which shockingly, doesn't happen that often.)
Pushing his blue sunglasses back up to the bridge of his nose, Akaba spoke the first words that came to mind: the truth.
"I heard the storm was going to bad today, so I told Julie I would make sure that you didn't get yourself into any trouble."
Akaba pronounced confidently, looking at Kotarou down his nose again. It's almost all he can take though, when he has to dodge the rain of spit flying from Kotarou's mouth. The redhead winces, but perks up when he spots something he hadn't noticed before: a window. He starts to stroll over to the new found exit when he hears a voice behind him.
"Where are you going?"
Kotarou asks, puzzled look playing across his features.
Akaba's answer is to simply open the window, push his guitar case through it first, then look back towards his black haired teammate with a superior look across his face.
"Fuu… trying to get out of here before it starts storming."
He turns back around to his former goal, and is about to push his torso through the tiny opening when he hears the voice yet again.
"Through a window?!"
Kotarou tries, tries so hard, to argue, to find a way where he would find the answer the problem but…
"Fuu… Are you planning on getting out of here another way?"
He just can't find one. So he struts over to the window (that he knew was there the whole time) and begins to pull himself up when he feels a familiar hand tugging at his wrist. Kotarou just glares at the offending hand and snarls,
"I can do it just fine without help from you."
Still, Kotarou allows the guitarist's hand to help him, and dusts himself off as he is pulled up to his still-cleated feet.
"Fuu~ are you going to need help on your way home, too?"
And then another storm of spit comes Akaba's way.
Just a quick one-shot I wrote to get back to writing again. Please give me your opinion, whether you loved it or hated it! It's my first time writing these two idiots, and I want to make sure I got them in character. :]