Disclaimer: Dislaimer for first chapter applies to rest of
story.
AN: WAHOO! Another chapter! And with much delay too! Here's some Rio/Garu goodness.
::Spaghetti::
It had been three days since Rio had been sent to the infirmary. He was healing up nicely, and the bandages would be off in a day or so. He was able to walk and to fight... though not as well. VICTIM hadn't attacked since that day either, so they were at a stand-still.
It was getting closer to lunchtime, and Gareas was heading for the Mess Hall. Of course he had to go there, Rio would be there in no time, stuffing his mouth with heaven knows what.
Sure enough, when Gareas reached the designated area, Rio was sitting down at the end of a table, shoveling some orange mushy crap that looked like... yams or something into his mouth and grunting in delight. Gareas chuckled softly. Rioroute looked so adorable when he ate.
Gareas paused. Adorable? Dare he even use that word? Ah, what the hell.
Rioroute was adorable.
"Hey there, Rioroute." Gareas grinned and sat next to the pilot. He was eating with his left hand, because his right arm was bandaged up.
The blonde didn't so much as look up from his lunch. "Hey."
"What's that your eating?"
"Crap."
"Oh." Gareas stared at Rio some more. Apparently the small talk wasn't working. He eyed the lunch line suspiciously. "I'll be back."
"Hn."
Gareas stood in line for what felt like three hours, when in reality it was more like two minutes. The Chef on GIS wasn't as creepy looking as the Chef on GOA. But, he was shorter, darker and had a beard. He always hummed this 'Chocolate Salty Balls' song that appeared to disturb all the Repairers. As a matter of fact, he was singing it now.
"Suck on my chocolate salty balls... just stick them in your mouth and suck 'em!" He slapped some spaghetti onto Gareas plate and teh pilot went and sat down, wondering what in the hell was wrong with their Chef.
"Look, Rio! Spaghetti..." Gareas twirled some on a fork and waved it around in front of Rio's face. That caught the blonde's attention and he looked up.
"Spaghetti!" He ate it straight from Gareas fork. Gareas twirled another forkfull and ate it. Grinning mentally, he made a note to do this more often. This was as close to kissing the boy he could get, so sharing a fork was no problem. Rio apparently didn't mind either.
"You like spaghetti, eh?" Gareas grinned. Rio nodded and received another forkfull.
The two chowed down on the noodles like crazy. Both enjoying it for different reasons. Rio slurped up some and Gareas ate it in chunks.
Yet soon, like almost any couple that even thought about eating spaghetti, there was one extra long peice... and both Gareas and Rio had their mouth attached to it. They ate and ate it until their mouths grew closer and closer together.
And, yes, they continued to it that wonderful peice of spaghetti, Gareas eating it a little faster wanting to get to Rio's lips quicker and Rio because it was merely food. Soon, their lips did indeed touch and they did not pull apart quickly.
Was Gareas thankful for that or what...
Rio held onto the kiss more than Gareas had anticipated and Gareas had to cup the pilot's head in his hands for support. Rio's own hands found themselves intermingling with the green haired pilot's.
They had to come up for air sooner or later. And both of their faces were red and it wasn't just from the spaghetti sauce.
Both of the pilots sat in silence for a while. Which, was an odd aspect for the both of them. Heated stares from all over the lunch room were resting on the couple. And finally Gareas was able to speak up again.
"More Spaghetti?"
"Definately." Rio grinned.
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O.O!!!! This might not really HAVE a plot. It'll turn into the Adventures of... Rio/Garu pairings. Anything you want to see Rio and Garu do? XD I can write about it! R&R
AN: WAHOO! Another chapter! And with much delay too! Here's some Rio/Garu goodness.
::Spaghetti::
It had been three days since Rio had been sent to the infirmary. He was healing up nicely, and the bandages would be off in a day or so. He was able to walk and to fight... though not as well. VICTIM hadn't attacked since that day either, so they were at a stand-still.
It was getting closer to lunchtime, and Gareas was heading for the Mess Hall. Of course he had to go there, Rio would be there in no time, stuffing his mouth with heaven knows what.
Sure enough, when Gareas reached the designated area, Rio was sitting down at the end of a table, shoveling some orange mushy crap that looked like... yams or something into his mouth and grunting in delight. Gareas chuckled softly. Rioroute looked so adorable when he ate.
Gareas paused. Adorable? Dare he even use that word? Ah, what the hell.
Rioroute was adorable.
"Hey there, Rioroute." Gareas grinned and sat next to the pilot. He was eating with his left hand, because his right arm was bandaged up.
The blonde didn't so much as look up from his lunch. "Hey."
"What's that your eating?"
"Crap."
"Oh." Gareas stared at Rio some more. Apparently the small talk wasn't working. He eyed the lunch line suspiciously. "I'll be back."
"Hn."
Gareas stood in line for what felt like three hours, when in reality it was more like two minutes. The Chef on GIS wasn't as creepy looking as the Chef on GOA. But, he was shorter, darker and had a beard. He always hummed this 'Chocolate Salty Balls' song that appeared to disturb all the Repairers. As a matter of fact, he was singing it now.
"Suck on my chocolate salty balls... just stick them in your mouth and suck 'em!" He slapped some spaghetti onto Gareas plate and teh pilot went and sat down, wondering what in the hell was wrong with their Chef.
"Look, Rio! Spaghetti..." Gareas twirled some on a fork and waved it around in front of Rio's face. That caught the blonde's attention and he looked up.
"Spaghetti!" He ate it straight from Gareas fork. Gareas twirled another forkfull and ate it. Grinning mentally, he made a note to do this more often. This was as close to kissing the boy he could get, so sharing a fork was no problem. Rio apparently didn't mind either.
"You like spaghetti, eh?" Gareas grinned. Rio nodded and received another forkfull.
The two chowed down on the noodles like crazy. Both enjoying it for different reasons. Rio slurped up some and Gareas ate it in chunks.
Yet soon, like almost any couple that even thought about eating spaghetti, there was one extra long peice... and both Gareas and Rio had their mouth attached to it. They ate and ate it until their mouths grew closer and closer together.
And, yes, they continued to it that wonderful peice of spaghetti, Gareas eating it a little faster wanting to get to Rio's lips quicker and Rio because it was merely food. Soon, their lips did indeed touch and they did not pull apart quickly.
Was Gareas thankful for that or what...
Rio held onto the kiss more than Gareas had anticipated and Gareas had to cup the pilot's head in his hands for support. Rio's own hands found themselves intermingling with the green haired pilot's.
They had to come up for air sooner or later. And both of their faces were red and it wasn't just from the spaghetti sauce.
Both of the pilots sat in silence for a while. Which, was an odd aspect for the both of them. Heated stares from all over the lunch room were resting on the couple. And finally Gareas was able to speak up again.
"More Spaghetti?"
"Definately." Rio grinned.
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O.O!!!! This might not really HAVE a plot. It'll turn into the Adventures of... Rio/Garu pairings. Anything you want to see Rio and Garu do? XD I can write about it! R&R