Title: Little Conversations
Title: Little Conversations
Author: Hawk Clowd
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing and I want nothing. I think these boys would cost me too much money in condoms and such, quite frankly, if they didn't run me dry from the beer and cigarette runs first.
Blood Type: NyQuil
Warnings: Sleep-deprived insanity.
Part: Twelve.
Author's Notes: It's been over two years since I last updated this. Yikes. I'm a very, very bad writer, aren't I? Yes I am. Forgive me.
"I have a question for you," Tatsuha said. He fiddled with a pencil as he spoke, distractedly shaking it between his fingers.
On his end of the phone, Eiri sighed. "I gathered that, yes."
"You did?"
"You never call unless you want something. So yes, I figured it out."
Tatsuha frowned. "You don't like it when I call you anyway. Don't make it sound like you spend hours by the phone every day wishing I'd suddenly get the urge to talk to you."
Eiri sighed, and Tatsuha took that for the victory it was. "What was your question?"
"Oh. Right. My question." Tatsuha stopped playing with the pencil briefly, but started up again almost as soon as he began to speak. "Hypothetically, say you meet this girl who's, say... I don't know, maybe a little older than you and is really, really hot."
Eiri's amusement was practically audible. "All right."
"...and say you look a hell of a lot like this guy she pretty much idolizes, right? So you buy her a drink, which is great because this place you're at really doesn't care how old you are or that they know your father, and you tell the girl that you are this older -- and we're talking much older, mind you, like, I don't know, older than --"
"Tatsuha..."
The teen waved a hand holding the pencil, dismissing Eiri's interruption physically even as he vocalized it. "Don't interrupt, Aniki. It's really not polite."
Eiri sighed. "Go on."
"Anyway. So hypothetically, you tell this hot chick that you're someone else and she invites you back to her place and you have a great night with her, if you understand me, and then, before you go home, she makes you promise to name some character after her in your next book."
"I'm not going to --"
"Let me finish," he interrupted. Tatsuha tapped his pencil against the desktop in front of him and leaned against it, turning in his chair. "Say that, hypothetically, the same hot girl gives you a bad party favor. One that'll go away with some penicillin, sure, but it's still a bad deal. Are you, hypothetically, still required to force your much older sibling to name someone 'Nami' in his next book, or is the agreement pretty much voided?"
Eiri was quiet for a long, long moment and, for a while, Tatsuha wasn't at all certain the blond hadn't fallen back asleep. Finally, though, Eiri sighed. "May I be honest here?"
"Sure."
"I'm impressed you remembered her name."
Tatsuha tried not to preen. "Well, you know. She kept reminding me of it. Just in case, I guess."
"I see." The elder brother was quiet a while longer. "May I continue with the honesty?"
"If you want."
"Good. You're a fucking idiot." That said, Eiri hung up the phone.
Tatsuha didn't let that phase him. After all, he could always call his brother again the next day.
