Kirihara + Mizuki for Roll, tyrp-verse-ish.
chop sticks, radio, ink
"I don't understand why I have to do this!" Kirihara nearly hissed with flushed cheeks, a frown furrowing on his brows and gaze flicking to the set of chopsticks and small bowl of barbequed meat sitting nearby. He just wanted to eat, not help his dear cousin with his stupid art project or whatever. This was just plain damn embarassing even if it was the cousin that seemed to be the closest thing to a brother he had..
"Beacuse you're family and families help each othe r out, Akaya-kun. You wouldn't want me to fail my art class, now would you?" Mizuki replied, one hand fiddling with a small radio on his desk to tune it to his favourite station. Perfect. Mizuki spun in his chair, gaze flicking back between his easel and the teen modelling for him, ink being put to paper to create a rather interesting picture. "Besides, you look cute. Nfufufufu."
Akaya's head hung low, the bunny ears on his head drooping and the oversized bell around his neck jingling with every move he made. He wasn't sure how he'd been conned into posing like a playboy bunny or something (probably with the bribe of food or buying him a new video game or something) but as if the ears and bell weren't enough, he'd been forced into a leotard complete with fuzzy tail and a pair of his sister's strappier heels.
How cruel and unusual life (particularly life with a cousin such as his) could be sometimes.