[Yami no Matsuei] (PG)
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fic_promptly's Any, any, getting drunk and making ridiculous resolutions. Featuring Hisoka and Tsuzuki.
"Nev'r gettim' drunk agem," Tsuzuki slurred, laying his head on the bartop.
Hisoka, sitting next to him and nursing a glass of ginger ale, shook his head. "That the best you've got? You were so gung-ho about these resolutions, and now you're coming up with the obvious?"
"Iss makin' i' har' t' think," Tsuzuki said, turning his face toward Hisoka. "Okay... no more karaoke: mus' embarrass you t' hea' me."
Hisoka shrugged. "Not really: you've got a good voice, as long as you aren't singing in English: you don't pronounce the words very well."
Tsuzuki gave him a lop-sided but pleased smile. "Y' really thin' that? Than's, Hisoka.
"Cu' back on shhhugar?"
Hisoka stared at him. "You really are drunk."
"Why no'? Watari sez I shou' cut back onnit, f' m' health."
"I just can't see you doing that, going to that length," Hisoka said, setting down his glass.
"Yah... no' sumthin' eassssy," Tsuzuki said, trying to sit up straighter, then deciding against it and laying his head back on the bartop. "Ge' riddah summa th' stuff' annimuls."
"They do clutter your room a bit, but I know you'd have a hard time parting with some of them," Hisoka said. Though he was being kind: he knew Tsuzuki would have a hard time parting with any of the plushie critters in his room.
"Well, may'e some: there's lil' kids who coul' use 'em," Tsuzuki slurred. "Rea' less romance no'ehls."
"Read less what?" Hisoka asked, rubbing an ear.
"Rea' less romanss noffles," Tsuzuki said, a little louder.
"Oh, less romance novels," Hisoka said. "Yeah, you need to read more books that are a bit more serious. I could help you with that."
"Soun's likka plan. W'll do tha' wennum a bi' more 'ler'," Tsuzuki said, turning his face onto the bartop.
fic_promptly's Any, any, getting drunk and making ridiculous resolutions. Featuring Hisoka and Tsuzuki."Nev'r gettim' drunk agem," Tsuzuki slurred, laying his head on the bartop.
Hisoka, sitting next to him and nursing a glass of ginger ale, shook his head. "That the best you've got? You were so gung-ho about these resolutions, and now you're coming up with the obvious?"
"Iss makin' i' har' t' think," Tsuzuki said, turning his face toward Hisoka. "Okay... no more karaoke: mus' embarrass you t' hea' me."
Hisoka shrugged. "Not really: you've got a good voice, as long as you aren't singing in English: you don't pronounce the words very well."
Tsuzuki gave him a lop-sided but pleased smile. "Y' really thin' that? Than's, Hisoka.
"Cu' back on shhhugar?"
Hisoka stared at him. "You really are drunk."
"Why no'? Watari sez I shou' cut back onnit, f' m' health."
"I just can't see you doing that, going to that length," Hisoka said, setting down his glass.
"Yah... no' sumthin' eassssy," Tsuzuki said, trying to sit up straighter, then deciding against it and laying his head back on the bartop. "Ge' riddah summa th' stuff' annimuls."
"They do clutter your room a bit, but I know you'd have a hard time parting with some of them," Hisoka said. Though he was being kind: he knew Tsuzuki would have a hard time parting with any of the plushie critters in his room.
"Well, may'e some: there's lil' kids who coul' use 'em," Tsuzuki slurred. "Rea' less romance no'ehls."
"Read less what?" Hisoka asked, rubbing an ear.
"Rea' less romanss noffles," Tsuzuki said, a little louder.
"Oh, less romance novels," Hisoka said. "Yeah, you need to read more books that are a bit more serious. I could help you with that."
"Soun's likka plan. W'll do tha' wennum a bi' more 'ler'," Tsuzuki said, turning his face onto the bartop.
