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There were days Chinen wondered just how fast Akutsu’s ship (actually it was Minami’s ship, but that wasn’t something you mentioned around Akutsu) would go if there wasn’t so much energy being wasted on air filtration.“Jin, you should stop smoking those things.” Chinen was seated in the co-pilot’s chair, but he was not doing anything but watching Akutsu. Akutsu wasn’t even flying the ship right now, he had coordinates locked in and was leaning back in his chair smoking with his feet propped up on the control board. The computer was doing all the flying for the moment.
“Shut the fuck up, Chinen. I don’t tell you to stop being fucking freaky do I?” Akutsu waved a lit cigarette in Chinen’s direction.
“…yes, you do.” Akutsu would tell Chinen that several times a day if possible. And at least once after sex, and twice before hand. Akutsu also told Chinen to stop washing his hair so much, stop being a pussy, and to stop complaining about his death sticks, several times.
“…” Akutsu snorted, blowing smoke out of his nose. “Whatever. It’s not like fucking cancer’s uncurable.” This was true, if Akutsu started sporting tumors it would only take a few weeks of regeneration to clear them up, but it was still a dirty habit, and the old-style cigarettes from Earth were expensive to procure. “Fuck, why don’t you go bother someone else?”
“I’m keeping you company.” Chinen stated blandly, checking the read outs. Minami had seemed worried about reaching the destination in time.
“Is that what they call it now-a-days?” Sengoku chimed cheerfully, popping up between the two chairs. Hello! Oooh, dials and buttons. Shiny. Huh. Blinking lights. Not so l. We’re gonna need to get that repaiiiiiiiiiiired. Unlucky. “Any signs of space pirates?”
Chinen’s eyes crossed and uncrossed. For someone without any training, Sengoku always projected his thoughts irritatingly loud. If you weren’t shielding tightly around him you were likely to get completely lost between ‘lucky’ and ‘oooh, girl flesh’. “No, no signs of ‘space pirates’.”
Sengoku grinned, ignoring Akutsu’s snort and not even bothering to dodge the smoldering butt tossed at him. The butt went over Sengoku’s shoulder and hit the floor anyway. “Well, you can never be sure! I hear they’re very active around here!” Well duh, I mean, they’re us.
“You’re a fucking idiot.” Akutsu kicked Sengoku in the face, or would have if Sengoku hadn’t moved and Akutsu’s foot hit his shoulder instead. Sengoku backpedaled several steps and rubbed his shoulder, his eyes wide and glistening with fake tears. “Go tell the fucker ‘captain’ that we’re approaching the goddamn port. And tell Dan to put some pants on, I can hear him masturbating from here.”
“Aye aye Akuchu sir!” Sengoku mock saluted and then ran out of the cockpit before Akutsu could get out of the pilot’s chair and kick his ass.
“Tch.” Akutsu lit another cigarette and took a deep drag. “What the fuck are you staring at, zombie?”
Chinen shrugged, though he didn’t stop watching Akutsu. It was nice to be able to stay with your boyfriend for long periods of time. Even if Akutsu’s brand of charm was a little wearing after a while. “Nothing at all.”
“Fucking better not be.” Akutsu grabbed Chinen’s head and pulled him over for a kiss. “Fuck you very much, wait until we get to the goddamn bedroom.” Chinen ignored the ashy taste of Akutsu’s mouth, and decided not to even think about the fact that Akutsu had been the one to kiss him.
“Shut the fuck up, Chinen. I don’t tell you to stop being fucking freaky do I?” Akutsu waved a lit cigarette in Chinen’s direction.
“…yes, you do.” Akutsu would tell Chinen that several times a day if possible. And at least once after sex, and twice before hand. Akutsu also told Chinen to stop washing his hair so much, stop being a pussy, and to stop complaining about his death sticks, several times.
“…” Akutsu snorted, blowing smoke out of his nose. “Whatever. It’s not like fucking cancer’s uncurable.” This was true, if Akutsu started sporting tumors it would only take a few weeks of regeneration to clear them up, but it was still a dirty habit, and the old-style cigarettes from Earth were expensive to procure. “Fuck, why don’t you go bother someone else?”
“I’m keeping you company.” Chinen stated blandly, checking the read outs. Minami had seemed worried about reaching the destination in time.
“Is that what they call it now-a-days?” Sengoku chimed cheerfully, popping up between the two chairs. Hello! Oooh, dials and buttons. Shiny. Huh. Blinking lights. Not so l. We’re gonna need to get that repaiiiiiiiiiiired. Unlucky. “Any signs of space pirates?”
Chinen’s eyes crossed and uncrossed. For someone without any training, Sengoku always projected his thoughts irritatingly loud. If you weren’t shielding tightly around him you were likely to get completely lost between ‘lucky’ and ‘oooh, girl flesh’. “No, no signs of ‘space pirates’.”
Sengoku grinned, ignoring Akutsu’s snort and not even bothering to dodge the smoldering butt tossed at him. The butt went over Sengoku’s shoulder and hit the floor anyway. “Well, you can never be sure! I hear they’re very active around here!” Well duh, I mean, they’re us.
“You’re a fucking idiot.” Akutsu kicked Sengoku in the face, or would have if Sengoku hadn’t moved and Akutsu’s foot hit his shoulder instead. Sengoku backpedaled several steps and rubbed his shoulder, his eyes wide and glistening with fake tears. “Go tell the fucker ‘captain’ that we’re approaching the goddamn port. And tell Dan to put some pants on, I can hear him masturbating from here.”
“Aye aye Akuchu sir!” Sengoku mock saluted and then ran out of the cockpit before Akutsu could get out of the pilot’s chair and kick his ass.
“Tch.” Akutsu lit another cigarette and took a deep drag. “What the fuck are you staring at, zombie?”
Chinen shrugged, though he didn’t stop watching Akutsu. It was nice to be able to stay with your boyfriend for long periods of time. Even if Akutsu’s brand of charm was a little wearing after a while. “Nothing at all.”
“Fucking better not be.” Akutsu grabbed Chinen’s head and pulled him over for a kiss. “Fuck you very much, wait until we get to the goddamn bedroom.” Chinen ignored the ashy taste of Akutsu’s mouth, and decided not to even think about the fact that Akutsu had been the one to kiss him.