"Late again?" The young flame-haired man looked up from the register of the small floral shop. His amethyst eyes were narrow as he glared at the man who had finally come down from the apartments above.
A soft chuckle answered him. "You're too serious, Aya." He yawned. He tousled his dark blond hair and pushed his sunglasses over his emerald eyes, hiding the dark rings of lack of sleep. Yoji leaned lazily on the counter and smiled up at Aya's stoic expression.
"Someone has to make up for your laziness." Aya spat. "Every morning I get up first, make breakfast, make sure Omi gets ready and leaves for school, and then open the shop alone. Sometimes Ken wakes up early enough to help, but usually he has a soccer practice or something else to do that's more important. And every morning, Yoji, what do you do?"
'Che, did he get up on the wrong side of the bed or what?' Yoji thought as he sighed tiredly, well used to this old argument. "I sleep until noon, drown myself in coffee, and spend more time flirting with the female customers than helping you. That is, until Omi gets home, then I cut out as early as I can to get ready for my latest date and most recent girlfriend. Aya . . ."
"No, Yoji, no excuses this time. I think I've heard them all by now." He jerked off his apron and hung it up before heading for the door. "I'm going out."
"Aya, wait." Yoji grabbed his comrade's arm. "Look, Aya, I'm sorry." He moved closer and started massaging his friend's shoulders, he was always so tense. "You're right. I'll do better, okay?"
"That'll be the day."
Yoji grinned, leaning over to look Aya in the face. "The day you learn to loosen up?" He smiled smartly.
"Hn. Goofball."
A soft chuckle answered him. "You're too serious, Aya." He yawned. He tousled his dark blond hair and pushed his sunglasses over his emerald eyes, hiding the dark rings of lack of sleep. Yoji leaned lazily on the counter and smiled up at Aya's stoic expression.
"Someone has to make up for your laziness." Aya spat. "Every morning I get up first, make breakfast, make sure Omi gets ready and leaves for school, and then open the shop alone. Sometimes Ken wakes up early enough to help, but usually he has a soccer practice or something else to do that's more important. And every morning, Yoji, what do you do?"
'Che, did he get up on the wrong side of the bed or what?' Yoji thought as he sighed tiredly, well used to this old argument. "I sleep until noon, drown myself in coffee, and spend more time flirting with the female customers than helping you. That is, until Omi gets home, then I cut out as early as I can to get ready for my latest date and most recent girlfriend. Aya . . ."
"No, Yoji, no excuses this time. I think I've heard them all by now." He jerked off his apron and hung it up before heading for the door. "I'm going out."
"Aya, wait." Yoji grabbed his comrade's arm. "Look, Aya, I'm sorry." He moved closer and started massaging his friend's shoulders, he was always so tense. "You're right. I'll do better, okay?"
"That'll be the day."
Yoji grinned, leaning over to look Aya in the face. "The day you learn to loosen up?" He smiled smartly.
"Hn. Goofball."