Chatty Plunnies 96 - Warm and Sleepy
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By: Dragon-sama
Inspired by/with: Tsugumi Winters, White Mage Koorii, Mikazuki Hime, Kairi922, International DCFanficNut 1207, setojoufan, mangaluva, Olivetheolive, Grace Coan, Aura14, Digi Kurosaki, Miss_Sera, rpln, and nataeiy1.
Things to note: Almost all KaiShin, all short, and may or may not be "complete".
Koorii-chan: idk
Dragon-sama: I feel like I should be doing something too, but no idea whut. Saaay~ Plunnie me? *winces* I'm so very out of practice, but...
Koorii-chan: hmm
Dragon-sama: Or
Dragon-sama: We could tag team plunnie
Dragon-sama: You give the idea, I start, round robin?
Koorii-chan: That's dangerous
Koorii-chan: XD
Dragon-sama: Indeed. XD
Koorii-chan: All I can think is "Warm and sleepy"
Koorii-chan: Because that's what I am
Koorii-chan: XD
***
Kaito stretched lazily, feeling the pleasant sensation of muscles pulling and loosening in his back and the warm sunlight soaking into his skin and hair. Summer days were hot and muggy, but he enjoyed the feeling that was like being wrapped in a warm blanket. Provided no one asked him to move, or put on more clothes, he would be a happy, lazy thief. A shadow imposed on his sunning spot, and he opened one eye to stare hazily up at the figure outline in the sun.
Shinichi stared back down at him, face perfectly blank and poised as ever. Kaito allowed his other eye to pop open, and didn't bother to stop the grin that slowly drew across his face at the sight of a glass dangling precariously between Shinichi's fingertips. Condensation slid down the sides like tempting little lures depicting the cool nature of the liquid within. "For me?" he asked sweetly.
Shinichi contemplated tipping the cold drink over the magician's head, but refrained. He wasn't actually annoyed at the other teen, and besides...
"No, it's for me. Shove over, and I might let you have some, though," the detective said dryly, toeing a sandaled foot against Kaito's bare ribs. Kaito squirmed slightly at the ticklish gesture, before stretching again from head to foot.
"I don't waaant to move," he whined, but sat up regardless. Underneath him, the towel crinkled a little as the sand shifted.
“Too bad,” Shinichi said in blithe ruthlessness. He lifted his brows in a look of exasperated impatience to which Kaito gave a guileless smile.
Once Kaito had edged over far enough for his liking, Shinichi dropped down beside him. Their shoulders bumped idly, just the faint brush of warm skin on warm skin and the feel of sharp boney angles beneath it. Shinichi pushed off his sandals with deliberate little nudges of his toes. They flopped, almost desolately, half on and half off the towel, but otherwise remained obediently where they fell.
Shinichi drew his knees him, bare arms draping over the sharp angles of his knees, and stared off in that usual intense way of his. Kaito couldn't help but think it unfair that he could look so focused when he was obviously daydreaming. He reached over and tugged the glass from Shinichi's grip, unsurprised when he didn't bother to put up a fight. On his best days Shinichi was contrary after all.
The iced tea was as cool and refreshing as its looks had promised, and Kaito relished the slightly bitter tang of the liquid as he drank. He was loathed to relinquish the drink to his companion just yet, resting the cool glass against his forehead and enjoying the contrast against his sun warmed skin. Around him, the sound of the surf beat rhythmically in his ears, the crashing seeming almost as muted in the molten air as the distant shrieks and laughs of carefree revelers.
Kaito turned his attention to his companion, though he moved neither head nor glass, content to study Shinichi out of the corner of his eye. It was interesting, and often amused Kaito, that Shinichi would choose a more childish way of sitting, usually unconsciously. A mark left from his shorter days, Kaito would joke. And yet another mark left was how often those positions would be subconsciously defensive, where Shinichi would have his back to a wall, would sit in a way to protect most of his body from attack, and other little tells.
"It's peaceful," Shinichi said at long last. He seemed to have to almost physically drag himself from the faint daze he'd sunk into. It was only then that Kaito noticed the relaxed slant to his shoulders.
Kaito smiled, sweet, soft and content. “Yeah.”
And, they'd won that peace, earned the right to this warm, sleepy little afternoon on the beach. He closed his eyes, let himself breathe it in, and promised that he'd shove Shinichi into an oncoming wave before the afternoon was out.
***
Koorii-chan: The End?
Koorii-chan: -brick'd-
Koorii-chan: XD
Dragon-sama: XDD
Dragon-sama: Good enough.
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By: Dragon-sama
Inspired by/with: Tsugumi Winters, White Mage Koorii, Mikazuki Hime, Kairi922, International DCFanficNut 1207, setojoufan, mangaluva, Olivetheolive, Grace Coan, Aura14, Digi Kurosaki, Miss_Sera, rpln, and nataeiy1.
Things to note: Almost all KaiShin, all short, and may or may not be "complete".
Koorii-chan: idk
Dragon-sama: I feel like I should be doing something too, but no idea whut. Saaay~ Plunnie me? *winces* I'm so very out of practice, but...
Koorii-chan: hmm
Dragon-sama: Or
Dragon-sama: We could tag team plunnie
Dragon-sama: You give the idea, I start, round robin?
Koorii-chan: That's dangerous
Koorii-chan: XD
Dragon-sama: Indeed. XD
Koorii-chan: All I can think is "Warm and sleepy"
Koorii-chan: Because that's what I am
Koorii-chan: XD
Kaito stretched lazily, feeling the pleasant sensation of muscles pulling and loosening in his back and the warm sunlight soaking into his skin and hair. Summer days were hot and muggy, but he enjoyed the feeling that was like being wrapped in a warm blanket. Provided no one asked him to move, or put on more clothes, he would be a happy, lazy thief. A shadow imposed on his sunning spot, and he opened one eye to stare hazily up at the figure outline in the sun.
Shinichi stared back down at him, face perfectly blank and poised as ever. Kaito allowed his other eye to pop open, and didn't bother to stop the grin that slowly drew across his face at the sight of a glass dangling precariously between Shinichi's fingertips. Condensation slid down the sides like tempting little lures depicting the cool nature of the liquid within. "For me?" he asked sweetly.
Shinichi contemplated tipping the cold drink over the magician's head, but refrained. He wasn't actually annoyed at the other teen, and besides...
"No, it's for me. Shove over, and I might let you have some, though," the detective said dryly, toeing a sandaled foot against Kaito's bare ribs. Kaito squirmed slightly at the ticklish gesture, before stretching again from head to foot.
"I don't waaant to move," he whined, but sat up regardless. Underneath him, the towel crinkled a little as the sand shifted.
“Too bad,” Shinichi said in blithe ruthlessness. He lifted his brows in a look of exasperated impatience to which Kaito gave a guileless smile.
Once Kaito had edged over far enough for his liking, Shinichi dropped down beside him. Their shoulders bumped idly, just the faint brush of warm skin on warm skin and the feel of sharp boney angles beneath it. Shinichi pushed off his sandals with deliberate little nudges of his toes. They flopped, almost desolately, half on and half off the towel, but otherwise remained obediently where they fell.
Shinichi drew his knees him, bare arms draping over the sharp angles of his knees, and stared off in that usual intense way of his. Kaito couldn't help but think it unfair that he could look so focused when he was obviously daydreaming. He reached over and tugged the glass from Shinichi's grip, unsurprised when he didn't bother to put up a fight. On his best days Shinichi was contrary after all.
The iced tea was as cool and refreshing as its looks had promised, and Kaito relished the slightly bitter tang of the liquid as he drank. He was loathed to relinquish the drink to his companion just yet, resting the cool glass against his forehead and enjoying the contrast against his sun warmed skin. Around him, the sound of the surf beat rhythmically in his ears, the crashing seeming almost as muted in the molten air as the distant shrieks and laughs of carefree revelers.
Kaito turned his attention to his companion, though he moved neither head nor glass, content to study Shinichi out of the corner of his eye. It was interesting, and often amused Kaito, that Shinichi would choose a more childish way of sitting, usually unconsciously. A mark left from his shorter days, Kaito would joke. And yet another mark left was how often those positions would be subconsciously defensive, where Shinichi would have his back to a wall, would sit in a way to protect most of his body from attack, and other little tells.
"It's peaceful," Shinichi said at long last. He seemed to have to almost physically drag himself from the faint daze he'd sunk into. It was only then that Kaito noticed the relaxed slant to his shoulders.
Kaito smiled, sweet, soft and content. “Yeah.”
And, they'd won that peace, earned the right to this warm, sleepy little afternoon on the beach. He closed his eyes, let himself breathe it in, and promised that he'd shove Shinichi into an oncoming wave before the afternoon was out.
Koorii-chan: The End?
Koorii-chan: -brick'd-
Koorii-chan: XD
Dragon-sama: XDD
Dragon-sama: Good enough.