Justin x Giriko, swearing up ahead.
I don't own Soul Eater. Or any songs mentioned.
Justin leaned back against the rough bark of a fallen tree, eyes closed and head back, earphones in and music blaring. Mmm, Disturbed really was the best way to start the day, in the young death scythe's opinion. Even if it seemed like no else enjoyed his style of music, it didn't bother him too much. It was sort of worth it when his earphones did come out and he could see the surprised look on someone's face at the music a priest listened to.
The feeling of being watched took over the blond, and he opened one sky blue eye to glare up at a far too familiar face.
"Giriko." The chainsaw grinned down at the relaxing priest, blowing air onto his face and laughing when the younger man grimaced and pushed himself up into a sitting position so that he could turn and give him an awfully angry stare. He wished the chainsaw would quit it with that smile - it made him feel bad, considering he rarely showed his actual emotions. Especially since he knew Grikio's grin was more or less faked by his so called madness.
"Please leave me be." He turned away, hoping that the other man would take the hint and leave him alone. The hand on his chin, forcing him to look up at the engineer told him that he wasn't going to get his wish.
"If I left you alone I wouldn't have someone to amuse me. Come on priest boy~ don't leave me hanging!" Justin frowned and grabbed Giriko's wrist, twisting and digging his fingernails into the skin. There was a yelp and then the chainsaw let go, shaking his hand and cursing the priest up and down. Not that he knew - he had turned away to turn the volume of his music up, until a hand ripped his earphones from his ears.
"Give those back!" Justin leapt to his feet, hands clenched into fists as he watched Giriko swing his earphones and mp3 player teasingly.
"What would you do for 'em?" Giriko stopped laughing when a hand grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward into what he'd thought was a headbutt, but when lips met his he froze, staring in utter dumbfounded shock and surprise. The priest, face flush with embarrassment, snatched his mp3 away from him and backed up, swallowing nervously.
"I'm gonna kick your holy ass for that ya damn priest...and then I'm gonna show ya how a real kiss should go!" Before he could go through with his threat Justin had already bolted towards his car, laughter echoing through the trees.
"Don't threaten me with a good time!" He yelled back at Giriko, snickering when the chainsaw tripped upon seeing the young death scythe miming blowing a kiss.
Perhaps this was a better way of spending his morning. Being chased down by his angry, furiously blushing, rival.
Of course, he wasn't sure how he'd explain this whole ordeal to Lord Death...