pure, 100% smutty stuff. tell me which chara you want, refer to the wishlist if you have any questions about what kind of starter you wanna write/pictures you post/ships you wanna do.
Hey, that's low.( Kuroo pretends injury, but he knows Sawamura's only taking potshots because he's got no better ammunition right now. )
Relax, I'm not saying anything incriminating. ( he shows him the brief exchange, holding tightly to the phone in case Daichi takes revenge. ) I just needed confirmation.
( throwing the phone onto his bed, safely out of Daichi's reach, Kuroo holds his hand up in surrender. )
As long as you're happy with things, then it's fine. Okay? I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life, I'm just baffled.( smdh. ) I won't bring it up again if you don't want me to. Cross my black little heart.
[ daichi glares at that tweet convo as if somehow, it'll go away. or maybe kuroo will stop being a shit about his life choices or him being baffled. it's stupid, there's nothing to be baffled about. christ.
instead he just groans and flops down back onto the futon. ] Good, then don't ever bring it up again.
All right. ( seriously, though, it's almost offensive how thickheaded Sawamura is. or maybe everyone at Karasuna is a total idiot?? thinking about the people from there he's met, Kuroo concedes that this might not actually be impossible...
he mirrors the flop. ) Guess cuddling's out of the question. ( --okay, he didn't actually mean to say that out loud. ) Sorry, sorry...
[ he's not trying to be thickheaded, it's a lot more... defensive. daichi has a softer heart than he'd like to admit when it comes to things like this, and he doesn't want to deal with unnecessary bruising. you know, like getting a handjob from someone you thought was serious and then really seems like they don't care. ]
Yeah, it is. [ whatever at this point honestly. daichi just wants to go to sleep. ]
Roger that. ( Kuroo flicks him one from the hall cupboard and brushes his teeth before coming back and collapsing into his own bed, not bothering with pyjamas. his head's starting to swim again; Kuroo drapes his arm over his eyes and half-heartedly drags the blankets up. his bed already smells like Daichi. it's distracting. )
G'night, Sawamura. Whack me with the pillow if you need anything.
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Relax, I'm not saying anything incriminating. ( he shows him the brief exchange, holding tightly to the phone in case Daichi takes revenge. ) I just needed confirmation.
( throwing the phone onto his bed, safely out of Daichi's reach, Kuroo holds his hand up in surrender. )
As long as you're happy with things, then it's fine. Okay? I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life, I'm just baffled. ( smdh. ) I won't bring it up again if you don't want me to. Cross my black little heart.
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instead he just groans and flops down back onto the futon. ] Good, then don't ever bring it up again.
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he mirrors the flop. ) Guess cuddling's out of the question. ( --okay, he didn't actually mean to say that out loud. ) Sorry, sorry...
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Yeah, it is. [ whatever at this point honestly. daichi just wants to go to sleep. ]
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G'night, Sawamura. Whack me with the pillow if you need anything.