Masters of the Awkward Speech
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH
Rating: PG-13
Summary: a
drabble and a flashfic. It was just a tiny drop too
many...
Warning: Language
Yusuke
Hollowood should be banned from making films with drunks in'em, Yusuke groused, a bit (well, okay, a lot) drunk himself. Or if they didn't – wasn't – weren't banned from doing it, they should make them more relalistic. Yessshhh. Yusuke didn't know what Hiei thought about this or if he even knew films, but he'd agree with him. Defininitly. If he'd just shtop glaring … like now and let him explain that it was Hallywood's fault.
Aaanywhatsit, people shouldn't jump onto tables, because when they did they falled down and into the lapsh of other people, who would glare.
Shtoopid Hollowwood.
Kurama
His shoes don't fit him, Kurama thinks, tilting his head. They look uttererly wrong on his feet, like he's got one on the other and the other on the one. But he hashn't. He'sn't that drunk yet. Besides, he didn't take them off and didn't put them on again. Because he only does that when he fucks Hieiei, but not always. He's kinky. Hiei is. And he likes boots, but Kurama's not wearing boots and he doesn't have his whip either.
His legs look strange, too, like one's on top of the one that's not on top of the one. Huh, they're crossed! But that shtill doesn't complain his feet. Ah, shcrew this. He'll worry about that when he has to take'em off. Or let Hieiei do it – or not. Yeah.