Post by kiwii ღ on Jun 20, 2013 2:23:06 GMT -5
( pairing: naonata | words: 1152 )
so wolfie texted me and was all "write me a bedtime story, motherfucker" and i was of course resistant at first but then eventually decided, why the fuck not. because i had this idea in my head for a couple days now, although it's nothing special. but yeah, it turned out a whole lot more wordy than intended for a quick little bedtime story, but whatever. idc.
i keep telling you guys i suck at writing fics, so just don't even bother reminding me pls. i figured i'd post this up, since i was all proud of myself for having written it in the first place, anD YEAH HERE WE ARE. kbye.
i keep telling you guys i suck at writing fics, so just don't even bother reminding me pls. i figured i'd post this up, since i was all proud of myself for having written it in the first place, anD YEAH HERE WE ARE. kbye.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,380,bTable] ONE DAY WE'LL LAUGH ABOUT IT WE'RE ALWAYS PLAYING THOSE GAMES  "How supportive of you." "I can't believe you're even trying, to be honest." Heaving a chuckle that sounded more like a frustrated sigh, Naoto didn't do so much as spare a glance in his girlfriend's direction as his hands worked with the lever and the button on the control platform of the machine. "Here I thought you'd have better experience in cheering me on after doing it on the sidelines of last year's game," he teased her in the meantime, to which he could sense her rolling her eyes. "You didn't even pick a good toy to grab at!" she insisted. Again, he shook his head. "Shhh, it's perfect, just wait—" An unsuccessful attempt at scooping the select object was made by the crane from beyond the casing, and Naoto uttered a muffled curse. "See? What did I tell you?" "A fluke's what it was," Naoto told Hinata, who hit him lightly in the arm with one hand. "The machine's rigged, get it? They always are!" she said, and then with a sigh, gave a tug at his sleeve with the same hand as before. "Come on, let's leave before you waste a whole month's allowance on the thing." "No. I'm getting you the damn lion, and no fuck-up of a machine is gonna get in the way of that." "What's the point of getting me a cheap, retarded-looking plushy?" "Uh, 'cause that's what cute couples do. Duh." "Not like I need it." "You probably have a hidden collection stocked up in your room, don't lie~" "Shut up, I do not!" Frowning at this ridiculous accusation, Hinata glared up at the Takamatsu, who then proceeded to fumble for any remaining change in his pocket. After properly locating another few yen, he initiated his next try for the dumb toy, which was presently half-buried beneath an assortment of other, even more dumb toys. Hinata blinked. "Why the lion, anyway?" "Why... not?" Naoto answered, with particular uncertainty as to what reasoning was appropriate. Sounded good enough for him. When another attempt went to waste, he reacted similarly as he did with the first—"Fuck me!" he all but hissed out, and immediately went for more coins. "Gross," was Hinata's automatic reply, and if it weren't for the form of a distraction which stood before him, Naoto'd have probably given a perverse remark in return. Instead, however, he released a groan, and went on to play again, ignoring Hinata's objections in the meantime. Another play was performed, and then another, and then another, and by the end of the seventh try, Naoto was kicking the side of it and slamming the side of his fist against the glass, only just light enough to avoid breaking it. "Naoto, just let it go, I don't need—" "THIS FUCKING LION," he cut Hinata off. "IF HE DOESN'T CHOOSE TO COOPERATE IN THIS NEXT TRY, HE'S GOING THROUGH THE SHREDDER." "How do you expect to make that happen?! HE'S STILL IN THE DAMN CASE." Hinata, obviously upset with her boyfriend's constant failure, then shoved Naoto aside. "Move it! I'm gonna give this a shot and show you how it's done!" "IT'S NOT POSSIBLE." "IT IS POSSIBLE, YOU JUST SUCK." "...Well that's a mean thing to say." In spite of her tempered confidence, Hinata infinitely managed to make the same mistake as Naoto had, that being to allow for the lion plushy to avoid its intended capture. "Ha! Told you it's no good!" Naoto leaned over to shout in her face. "What the hell happened?!" demanded the ever so displeased Hinata. "You LOST." "I DIDN'T LOSE, THE DAMN THING TRICKED ME!" "Loser." "I'VE BEEN DECEIVED." Another try, and then another, and then a brief battle over possession of the machine's joystick—cries of "No, let ME do it!" heard over the music of the pizzeria surrounding them—and as a result, a visit from the restaurant's manager. "Excuse me, you two," the older man said calm as he could bring himself to be, "but your disruptive behavior has been brought to my and various customers' attention, and I'm going to have to ask you to leave—" "Are you the manager?" Naoto demanded to know and, apparently with a similar train of thought, Hinata spoke immediately after, "We ought to sue you!" "Sue me?" the nameless man asked, and Hinata nodded. "Your piece-of-shit contraption here," Naoto started, with a gesture to the machine, "has robbed my girlfriend of all her stuffed-lion-craving dreams." "And him of, like, half his wallet!" Hinata added. "I'm sorry, but that's not my problem—" "Like hell it's not! Your motto says to make people happy, but do we look happy?!" So as to demonstrate, he used a hand to grab at Hinata's jaw and bring her present scowl to focus, squeezing her cheeks in the process. Channeling all her frustration onto the stranger before them, Hinata didn't bother acknowledging the odd feel of Naoto's fingers along her face, and instead allowed him to use her distasteful expression as an example. The manager spared a mere glance at her, before shaking his head. "No, but that's—" "A total rip-off? Yeah it is!" |
"Hence, you being a deceitful douchebag," Hinata corrected.
"That, too."
"Listen, I don't believe a toy machine mishap should be the cause for any lawsuits," the man argued.
"Don't forget the douchebaggery," Naoto commented, and Hinata nodded at this.
"...Right. That, too," the manager said. "Er... What, exactly, we're you attempting to get from the machine that was causing you do much trouble, anyway?"
"The lion." Hinata pointed.
"That motherfucking lion," Naoto groaned. All the while, the curious manager moved to stand before the machine, and inspect it for a moment. He stood still for a moment, his eyes scanning said lion's surroundings, before moving to snatch a coin from Naoto's hands.
"Hey—"
"The lion, you say," said the manager, inserting the coin into the machine. He then began operating the controls and, in a little more than the average amount of time it took both Hinata and Naoto to fail their given attempts, the nameless man pressed the button to drop the crane down, and before either one of them knew it, out popped the lion plushy.
"....."
"...What," Naoto spoke.
"Your lion," the manager said and offered him the toy. After a moment's silence, the Takamatsu took it into both his hands.
"....."
"Now, will you leave?" asked the manager, and Naoto glanced to Hinata, who remained speechless.
"U-uh," awkwardly began the purple-haired youth. "Yeah. Sure thing."
The manager dismissed himself without another word, leaving the dumbfounded couple to do the very same. Upon reaching the building's outside, Naoto turned with obvious reluctance to face his much shorter girlfriend. His arms extended towards her, plushy still in both hands.
"...Well. Here," he said, and Hinata rolled her eyes with a disapproving groan.
"God, you suck."[/div][/div][/td][/tr][/table]
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