[A/N] So when I get lazy and I'm writing on tumblr I tend to forget the shift button.
Canonverse. Yullen. Based off of a fanart image. [A/N]
"no?"
"no."
"not one bit?"
"not at all."
"there really isn't one thing you can tolerate about me?"
"not one thing." he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "how many times are you going to make me fucking confirm it."
the parasite-type exorcist pouted, puffing out his cheeks. "alright, alright, you hate everything about me." he mumbled, reaching a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. well, wasn't that sure a downer.
kanda scoffed, shaking his head. "honestly, you act like this is the first time i'm telling you, moyashi."
"well, i…" he let out a long sigh; putting his hands behind his back, twining his fingers together. "care to share what's so dislikable about me?"
the swordsman groaned, throwing his arms up in the air and turning his back on the other. "why the fuck i ever bother with you is a goddamn mystery — always have to know fucking everything to be satisfied."
"jesus christ, fine, you don't have to tell me." allen grimaced. "ass."
"you've got to know fucking everything about everyone." kanda scowled, pausing a moment to look around the hallway they stood in, making sure there wasn't anyone around to hear. "you don't stop until you know everyone's problems and yet somehow… you refuse to let anyone know about your own bullshit. you think you're not being a hindrance to anyone that way when it's the complete fucking opposite. you make people worry about you because of your goddamned hero-complex and you're too fucking stupid to notice."
the snowy-haired exorcist winced. okay, maybe he shouldn't have asked — not that he shouldn't have expected such things from kanda. "okay, kanda, you can stop no—-"
"you've got no fucking table manners. it's disgusting to watch you eat, did you know that? it's like watching a pack of animals devour a meal they haven't had in a week. disgusting. do you even fucking breath when you eat? do you know what chewing is? you fucking inhale that shit. have you ever tasted anything you've put in your mouth? no wonder you eat fucking anything, you don't know what that shit tastes like!"
"seriously, kanda, you ca—-"
"and fuck if you try to pass off that stupid fucking smile of yours one more time i might just knock your goddamn teeth in." kanda ranted, voice growing louder and angrier as he went on. the man was obviously not going to stop until he was finished. "it's so fucking fake it's sick. do you honestly think anyone believes that bullshit? they'd have to be fucking retarded to not see through that face you put on. it's. fucking. sick."
allen regretting even having asked kanda anything.
"you're annoying as fuck. you're too happy. your face is too feminine. your hair makes you look like an old man. you're just a brat and you're too short."
"now you're just fishing for things."
the swordsman was silent for a long moment and the younger was almost convinced he was done. when he went to open his mouth, the rant continued. "you're impulsive to a fucking fault. heaven forbid you think shit through before you almost kill yourself during battles. i mean, fuck, moyashi, it's like you don't have a goddamn brain in that head of yours. and if you do — all you do is think of the goddamned akuma you have to save — whatever the fuck that means. then you rush into a fight without fucking thinking and then you get your worthless ass handed to you and… shit, you inconvenience everyone with your bullshit. do you realize how fucking much people worry about you; you stupid, brainless, fucking idiot?"
the snowy-haired exorcist sighed, oh. now he understood. a small smile crossed his lips and he took a few steps forward, closer to the other. "thanks, kanda."
"what the fuck are you thanking me for, dumbass?" kanda growled, doing his best to not give into the urge to turn and face the moron. stupid little brat — one day kanda would definitely kill him.
allen bowed his head to rest on the other's shoulder. he felt the japanese teen tense and heard the small disapproving scoff that only made him laugh quietly. "for worrying."