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dog_and_wolf) wrote2011-08-05 10:40 pm
dog_and_wolf) wrote2011-08-05 10:40 pm
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fanfic: Isn't it Nice? [No. 6]
Title: Isn't it Nice?
Fandom: No. 6
Pairing: Nezumi/Shion
A/n: I want to make this a series of drabbles, crap. Also, unbelievably AU and inspired by this
~~o~~
They’re not at one of those fancy restaurants. They’re just at a diner when it happens.
Though there is a seat available across from where they sit, they still sit so close together that their thighs and knees would bump from time to time.
Nobody says a word, but both their ears turn a subtle shade of red when they feel that warmth on their thighs.
It’s unbelievably quiet between the two of them, and it’s awkward. There’s only the clinking of their utensils against the plates, and the constant hum of that song the diner insists is relaxing.
It kind of isn’t.
Nezumi sighs, because he’s had enough of this. He turns towards Shion, and with a grin pulls him up by his hand.
Shion stumbles, but the nervous energy escapes his body, at first in small chuckles, and it isn’t until after Nezumi spinning him does he laugh with his head thrown back.
The people think them weird, they’re dancing to a song only in their heads. But this is better.
And it is with their faces so close, that Shion could smell the coffee Nezumi was drinking and Nezumi could almost taste Shion’s breath, that they were asked to leave the diner.
Fandom: No. 6
Pairing: Nezumi/Shion
A/n: I want to make this a series of drabbles, crap. Also, unbelievably AU and inspired by this
~~o~~
They’re not at one of those fancy restaurants. They’re just at a diner when it happens.
Though there is a seat available across from where they sit, they still sit so close together that their thighs and knees would bump from time to time.
Nobody says a word, but both their ears turn a subtle shade of red when they feel that warmth on their thighs.
It’s unbelievably quiet between the two of them, and it’s awkward. There’s only the clinking of their utensils against the plates, and the constant hum of that song the diner insists is relaxing.
It kind of isn’t.
Nezumi sighs, because he’s had enough of this. He turns towards Shion, and with a grin pulls him up by his hand.
Shion stumbles, but the nervous energy escapes his body, at first in small chuckles, and it isn’t until after Nezumi spinning him does he laugh with his head thrown back.
The people think them weird, they’re dancing to a song only in their heads. But this is better.
And it is with their faces so close, that Shion could smell the coffee Nezumi was drinking and Nezumi could almost taste Shion’s breath, that they were asked to leave the diner.
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