After Ken had left, Brad Plushy sighed and pushed up its felt glasses. "I
worry about that boy sometimes…" it sighed to its companions. Ran Plushy
hugged its Aya-Chan doll and nodded. "He's almost like a puppy, fighting
for every scrap of attention he can get. Sad." He paused and then added.
"Kudo Plushy, you make one more move to grope me and die!" he said calmly.
Causing the said playboy plushy to curse and cower behind Schuldrich
Plushy. Omi and Nagi Plushy snickered at this, with Farfie Plushy joining
in. Brad Plushy glared at his fellows. "This is serious guys!" he snapped,
and glared, unconsciously mimicking the man he was patterned after. "Now
shut up and listen…." And with that, Brad Plushy began to outline his plan
to the others.
Ken bounded downstairs, hoping to grab some of what ever smelled so good. He peeked into the kitchen. Omi was pestering Youji as he stirred something in the pot.
"Youji-kun! Please?! I'm hungry and its sooooo long till dinner!" the smaller boy whined, widening his eyes in a practiced tactic that usually worked on his older friend. Youji's defense to this was to simply not look.
"No chibi. Besides, shouldn't you be off bugging Naggles?" He asked with a grin. Omi sighed and pouted.
"He retreated to the computerverse. I think I went a little too far this morning."
"Aw, don't worry about it Omi, I'm sure Nagi didn't really mind. Maybe he's just still getting used to all that positive attention." The lanky assassin reassured Omi. The boy brightened at his companion's reassurance. He squealed and bounced out of the room, presumably to go get his love more "aquatinted" with positive affection, which of course, made him crash into Ken, since he was blocking the doorway.
"Ken-kun!" the boy squeaked, brushing himself off. "I'm sorry! I didn't notice you there." He said, "Are you alright?" Ken nodded as he got up, inwardly wincing. It seemed like nobody saw him any more until he was under they're feet.
"Ah, I'm ok Omitichi!" He grinned. Omi, being satisfied by the answer, proceeded on his previous way. The brunette sighed and meandered over to where his friend was cooking.
"Whatcha makin?" he asked, hoisting himself up to sit on the counter beside the stove. The lanky man started slightly.
"Oh, hey Kenken. Just making some spaghetti. What brings you down here?" he asked, turning to look at Ken slightly. He just shrugged in responce.
"I smelled something yummy and decided to come check it out." He replied with a long, lingering glance at the food. Youji smiled and waved the wooden spoon under Ken's nose.
"Well, I'm gonna say thank you for the implied compliment, but stop drooling! Its gross." He said, bopping his friend with the spoon. Ken grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry…umm…..Can I have a bit now? Pllllllleaaaaaaaaaaseeee??? I'm so hungry! I haven't had anything at all today…" he said with his best pleading eyes. Sure, they were nowhere near Omi's expert gaze, but they did have their own certain charm. Again, the golden toned man's defence was not to look. He hurriedly turned back to the pasta sauce.
"No, you have to wait until dinner. What would Omi say if he caught me playing favourites, ne?" he said with a grin.
"He'd probably go tell Ran, Brad and Schuldrich that you were planning something evil and wont let them in on it." Ken shot back with a malsious grin. His compainion shudderd, as he rememberd the last time he had tried to keep a secret from those three. Youji couldn't remember what he'd been planning, but he knew it had ended in disastor…with ice cream and whipping cream…but a disastor if none the less if you took into account what his original intentions were.
"Damn it Ken, you play dirty!" he whined, holding out a spoonfull of rich red pasta sauce to the said boy. Ken just glomped the spoon, licking it clean.
"Thanks." He said, putting the spoon into the sink. Youji sighed.
"Look, why don't you go play in your room again and ill call you for dinner when its ready, ok?" he said, hoping not to lose anymore arguments to his friend. Ken looked up at him with slightly watery eyes.
"You wont forget like last time?" he said with a sniffle. Youji laughed and shoved him off the counter.
"of course, now scram, your distracting me from my masterpiece!" he said flamboyently. Ken giggled and ran off back to his plushies. After all, he had nothing better to do, and Youji had promised, and he belived in his friend.
Ken bounded downstairs, hoping to grab some of what ever smelled so good. He peeked into the kitchen. Omi was pestering Youji as he stirred something in the pot.
"Youji-kun! Please?! I'm hungry and its sooooo long till dinner!" the smaller boy whined, widening his eyes in a practiced tactic that usually worked on his older friend. Youji's defense to this was to simply not look.
"No chibi. Besides, shouldn't you be off bugging Naggles?" He asked with a grin. Omi sighed and pouted.
"He retreated to the computerverse. I think I went a little too far this morning."
"Aw, don't worry about it Omi, I'm sure Nagi didn't really mind. Maybe he's just still getting used to all that positive attention." The lanky assassin reassured Omi. The boy brightened at his companion's reassurance. He squealed and bounced out of the room, presumably to go get his love more "aquatinted" with positive affection, which of course, made him crash into Ken, since he was blocking the doorway.
"Ken-kun!" the boy squeaked, brushing himself off. "I'm sorry! I didn't notice you there." He said, "Are you alright?" Ken nodded as he got up, inwardly wincing. It seemed like nobody saw him any more until he was under they're feet.
"Ah, I'm ok Omitichi!" He grinned. Omi, being satisfied by the answer, proceeded on his previous way. The brunette sighed and meandered over to where his friend was cooking.
"Whatcha makin?" he asked, hoisting himself up to sit on the counter beside the stove. The lanky man started slightly.
"Oh, hey Kenken. Just making some spaghetti. What brings you down here?" he asked, turning to look at Ken slightly. He just shrugged in responce.
"I smelled something yummy and decided to come check it out." He replied with a long, lingering glance at the food. Youji smiled and waved the wooden spoon under Ken's nose.
"Well, I'm gonna say thank you for the implied compliment, but stop drooling! Its gross." He said, bopping his friend with the spoon. Ken grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry…umm…..Can I have a bit now? Pllllllleaaaaaaaaaaseeee??? I'm so hungry! I haven't had anything at all today…" he said with his best pleading eyes. Sure, they were nowhere near Omi's expert gaze, but they did have their own certain charm. Again, the golden toned man's defence was not to look. He hurriedly turned back to the pasta sauce.
"No, you have to wait until dinner. What would Omi say if he caught me playing favourites, ne?" he said with a grin.
"He'd probably go tell Ran, Brad and Schuldrich that you were planning something evil and wont let them in on it." Ken shot back with a malsious grin. His compainion shudderd, as he rememberd the last time he had tried to keep a secret from those three. Youji couldn't remember what he'd been planning, but he knew it had ended in disastor…with ice cream and whipping cream…but a disastor if none the less if you took into account what his original intentions were.
"Damn it Ken, you play dirty!" he whined, holding out a spoonfull of rich red pasta sauce to the said boy. Ken just glomped the spoon, licking it clean.
"Thanks." He said, putting the spoon into the sink. Youji sighed.
"Look, why don't you go play in your room again and ill call you for dinner when its ready, ok?" he said, hoping not to lose anymore arguments to his friend. Ken looked up at him with slightly watery eyes.
"You wont forget like last time?" he said with a sniffle. Youji laughed and shoved him off the counter.
"of course, now scram, your distracting me from my masterpiece!" he said flamboyently. Ken giggled and ran off back to his plushies. After all, he had nothing better to do, and Youji had promised, and he belived in his friend.