- Nikolas & Ryu -
Nikolas brought his eyes down to the tugging sensation on his trouser leg and made a face which Ryu could only describe as the face he himself makes when Nikolas is being too adorable for words. Obviously, the look Kiseki was giving to Nikolas convinced him to melt to the ground and start petting the cat quietly, a childish smile on his face. “Um, Ryu, Nikolas, if you would like to, you can go ahead and watch television while I get things together. The remote is on the kotatsu—I have satellite, so I get foreign channels too if you’re interested. . . .” Foreign channels? Why would they need foreign channels? Nikolas obviously wasn't listening to a single word Evande was saying and was now petting the cat who had crawled onto his lap quietly.
“Feel free to sit down on the couch as well, Kiku-san will likely remain asleep until after I finished up breakfast—she has impeccable time like that.” Evande continued. Ryu nodded, but didn't see much sense in probably startling the girl when she woke up. She didn't want to wake up to a mess of purple hair. Actually, his and Nikolas' hair wasn't really that messed up. Sure, Nikolas's hair was a tad bit fluffy, but Ryu's hair was just normal as usual. Still, bright colours in the morning were t usually desired.
Ryu sat at the end of the couch, spotting Kiku's bare feet. The purple-haired man had to fight the urge to run his finger up the underside of her foot just to tickle her. He wondered if she would actually laugh or if she wouldn't react and just stare at him like he was a weirdo.
Probably the latter.
Kiseki was very calm in Nikolas' arms, nuzzling his head against the blonde's chest. Ryu slid from the couch and sat by the boy on the floor. Ah, he's making that face again~ Maybe I should scare him a teeny bit~ Ryu thought happily, before deciding upon his next course of action.
At the feel of something closing around him, Nikolas nearly jumped out of his skin. Ryu glomped him, a foolish grin on his face. A few meaningless stutters left Nikolas' mouth before he shuddered and his body went limp. The cat jumped from his arms gracefully while Ryu made a sound within the lines of "Ah." and "Oh!". He moved so he saw Nikolas' blank eyes and flicked the blonde's nose. No response. Maybe because he's feeling off? Perhaps he just doesn't know what to do.
Nikolas, however, was thinking something completely different as he stared blankly into the space in front of him. Idiot. No wonder you feel sick, moron. Just walking around in pyjamas like it's safe and normal. No, people in this era may show off a lot of flesh or whatever, but if I have to wear a yukata to cover up properly and feel comfortable, I will. It's not like I don't know how to put on on. Tsk. At least a good minute after Ryu had gotten hold of him, Nikolas seemed to regain the power to move his body again and he shot up suddenly, on his feet once more, and ignored the spinning feeling swimming through his head. Ryu saw the moment of uncertainty where he was, before he flew out the door in quick strides. He left the front door open and a few seconds later, the loud slam of their own apartment rung through the hallway.
Ryu thought that Nikolas had obviously gotten angry with him, but that didn't seem to be the problem. No, a good ten minutes later (while Ryu was watching the television in silence), Nikolas strolled into the room fully dressed, a frown on his face.
He wore black jeans and a white shirt, followed by a baggy blue jumper of which he had pulled the sleeves down to his hands. He then wore a thick black scarf around his neck and the only item of clothing he was missing was socks. The blonde had pinned his hair back slightly with bright red clips and sat in a grump next to Ryu, glaring. Ryu sat up on the floor and grinned. "You're missing something."
"What?" Nikolas snapped, turning his head quickly to look at the grin on the man's face.
Ryu reached out a hand and tickled Nikolas' foot, making a loud, childish giggle fill the apartment. The purple haired man grinned. "Hey, Nikolas? What are ribs for?"
"Noo!" Nikolas protested, before being cut off by the laughs coming from his own mouth. Ryu tickled his ribs with a childish grin on his face while the blonde tried to fight him off, only to fail miserably. "S-Stop it already!" he said, suddenly speaking English in comparison to the Japanese he was previous using. Ryu backed away and left Nikolas in a heap of laughter while he sat back triumphantly.
The purple haired man flicked his hair. "You're in the presence of two ladies. To act like Ebenezer Scrooge is out of the question. D'you hear?" Nikolas didn't respond due to his giggles still choking him up. Ryu stretched his hands towards Nikolas threateningly and the blonde jumped, laughing while making feeble promises to stay happy.
Nikolas seemed to calm down a few minutes later and stopped edgily looking at Ryu or laughing randomly whenever the purple haired man even moved slightly. He began crawling around and for once, Ryu had to reprimand the blonde instead to the other way around. "Walk properly." However, Nikolas had seen the cat and held his hand out. Kiseki didn't seem all too bothered by the amount of noise the two had been making, but as if thinking the same thing, Ryu and Nikolas both turned and stared at Evande.
The boy jumped up, before bowing even quicker. "I'm so sorry for making so much noise when it's so early in the mor-" Nikolas cut himself off, raising his head slowly. "A-ah." He muttered, letting Ryu hold his shoulders quickly and set him back down on the floor quietly.
"Niko-tan, you're such a kid when it comes to being sick."
Nikolas waved a hand in the air nonchalantly. "Says you, ultimate champion of acting his shoe size." He said in a soft voice. "I actually feel my headache going away."
Ryu shrugged. "Maybe you're just not a morning person." Nikolas scoffed. "Okay, I know you're not anyway, but maybe that's why you have a headache." Both boys shrugged their shoulders in unison, before looking at Evande. "We truly are sorry for the ruckus we've caused."
"Immensely sorry." Nikolas added, staring at his hands as he twiddled his thumbs. I wonder. . . . What's for breakfast?