A/N: I've cracked one too many "That's what s/he said!" jokes.
It wasn't rising before the sun to train that bothered Yamamoto. It wasn't even the fact that sparring could have little to no breaks and go on for hours at a time. No, it was after strenuous training sessions that irked him, but that infamous grin of his would never let that show.
"Voi~!! Are you too weak to make it to your room?" Squalo taunted, a good 20 feet ahead of Yamamoto. They were walking up a steep incline to reach the Varia base, the night sky old with stars slowly dying from the young rays of the new morning's sun. Yamamoto rubbed vigorously at his eyes, trying to stifle a yawn. "N-no~" He had dragged out his reply longer than intended because he yawned. Rather loudly, at that. An amused scoff could be heard from Squalo's direction and Yamamoto's eyes blinked only a little faster at the sound. "Did you say something, Squalo~?" he yawned again, dragging out Squalo's name. Rather loudly, at that.
The older male continued his unrelenting pace up the steep grade. It was only after he had actually reached the base that he looked behind him to find that Yamamoto had decided to fall over into the grass 30 feet back. Squalo groaned. He wasn't going to even bother walking over to him to wake him. He'd just use that voice of his. "Voi~!! Lousy brat, hurry up!"
Yamamoto opened his eyes slowly and rose to stand on sleepy limbs. "I'm coming, Squalo!" he half yawned. Also rather loudly, at that. Squalo brought a palm to his face and let out an irritated sigh.
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Lussuria had awoken from his sleep after hearing, what sounded like, moans of "Oh~" and "Squalo~" coming from the direction of where Squalo had taken Yamamoto today. He decided that it was just his imagination and had used that as an excuse to now be digging in the fridge for his overpriced pint of Ben & Jerry's. "Mmm~ after this, I'll stop hearing these absurd sounds."
"I'm coming, Squalo!" faintly echoed within his ears. Lussuria stopped his rummaging and stared absent-mindedly into the freezer light.
Maybe he wasn't hearing these things.
At that, he started to look for his overpriced Häagen-Dazs pint, too.
"Some of us are trying to sleep in the literal sense of the term," he muttered.
