"Are you serious...?" Shisui groaned. He ran his fingers across the broken device. "The coffee maker's broken again?"
Homurabi nodded. "Maybe we should get a new one..." he dug in his pokets and pulled out a crinkled twenty dollar bill. "This should be enough for a good one." he handed the money to Shisui. "You can get yourself something pretty with the change." he chuckled, waving the Rei away.
Shisui sighed. "This wedding better be pretty damn good!" he growled under his breath.
Back in the kitchen, Homurabi sat himself down on the counter.
"Jeez. Everything's monochrome around here..." he mumbled, observing the black and white checkered table and matching chairs. His gaze fell to a strange white pile of cloth on a table in the next room. His curiousity getting the best of him, he made his way over to the cloth.
When he picked it up, he immediately knew what they were. "Shirogane's gloves..." he mouthed. Looking around first, he stuck his hand into the silky glove and a sharp ripping sound followed as his long fingernails tore their way through the tops of each finger.
Homurabi stared at the now useless glove on his hand. "Shit!" he grumbled.
"Homurabi? Is that you?" a voice called from the top of the stairs.
'Oh fuck...' Homurabi thought. Shirogane.
The Shin ran down the stairs and embraced his brother, kissing both of his cheeks as a welcoming. "I was starting to get worried my Onii - san got lost." Shirogane chuckled, cuddling his face lovingly into the taller man's chest.
"I wouldn't miss your..." he grunted, trying to get the glove off. "wedding." he finished, yanking on the side of the glove. A long, loud rip followed as the silk was torn in half.
Shirogane snapped his head up. "What the hell...?" he gazed over at his beloved gloves, reduced to nothing but ribbons. "M...my glove?" he peered into Homurabi's eyes, looking like a kicked puppy.
"N-no! You see... this is... um..." he was blathering, not knowing what to make of it. "Um..." He shoved the silky bits into his mouth and forcefully swallowed them. "It's my medication!" he said proudly, hands on hips. "I have to take it, or I'll... blow... up..." he coughed and shoved the other glove in his mouth, swallowing that as well with tears of pain leaking out the corners of his golden eyes.
"Homurabi, you're crying..." Shirogane pointed out.
"That's because I thought about blowing up..." he choked.
Little did Homurabi know, Shisui was watching the whole thing...