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Prompt (mine) : Special 500-word drabble in honor of The Velvet Ghost's birthday :)
Done in: an hour or so – written at midnight and while sick, so pardon the oddness.
Yuki sat down in his and Shuichi's favorite café in Shibuya, waiting for the vocalist to arrive. Meanwhile, he amused himself with people-watching. It was a small, cozy place, and Yuki enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere.
It took him a moment to realize that the two young women sitting at the table behind him were speaking in English – once he caught the words 'plot' and 'characters', he found he couldn't detach himself from their conversation.
"Velly, it's perfect," the one with the glasses and curly hair said, grinning widely over her mug of hot chocolate. Her accent was familiar – American?
The other, straight-haired one sighed over her cup of tea. "I don't know, Snidgey… Saunter would never go for it." Her British accent made Yuki's eyebrows rise in surprise. What an odd pair…
The first laughed loudly. "Get Moth to work on him."
A waitress approached the pair and quietly asked them to lower their voices. The one called 'Velly' immediately turned to her friend, eyes wide. "What did she say, Snidgey?" The other girl scrunched her brow in concentration.
Yuki took pity on them and spoke up in English. "She asked you to lower your voices."
The two girls turned to him, surprised. Snidgey turned back to the waitress and bowed her head, saying a perfectly Japanese-accented "Gomen-nasai." The waitress bowed her head in return and left.
Yuki raised an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't speak Japanese."
Snidgey smiled at him. "Mou, chotto," she said. "Thank you, though. I wasn't sure what she was saying. You saved us some embarrassment." She inclined her head. "Arigatou."
Velly poked Snidgey's arm. "Snidgey, is that who I think he is?" she whispered.
Snidgey looked at Yuki again, grinning. "Probably." The grin turned practically evil. "Do you want to ask?"
"No!"
At a polite glare from the waitress, Velly grimaced. "Yes, yes, sorry, sorry!" She turned back to her still-grinning companion. "Snidgey, don't you dare! We've already nearly embarrassed ourselves; if it's really him –"
"I can still hear – and understand – everything you're saying," Yuki cut in, his voice amused. Snidgey hid her laughter behind her mug, shoulders shaking.
"Okay, now I have to ask," she said.
Velly grabbed her wrist across the table, hissing, "Snidgey, if you ask, I'm firing you."
Snidgey raised an eyebrow at her. "And then who'd edit your novels? Really, Velly, no-one else can put up with you. You've already tried, remember."
'Novels?' Yuki thought. 'A novelist? And her editor?' He was distracted by the return of the evil grin.
"Are you –?"
"Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuki! Yuki, Yuki, Yuki, Yuki!"
The two girls – along with the entire café – turned towards the entrance, where a pink-haired bundle was making its way towards them. Velly's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "Is THAT who I think he is, too?!"
Snidgey stood up and helped the short man remove his coat. "Okay, Velly, that settles it." They both extended their hands, smiling widely. "Pleasure to meet you, Yuki Eiri and Shindou Shuichi."
Translations:
Gomen-nasai – I'm sorry
Mou chotto – just a little bit
Arigatou – thank you