I just generated a drabble, too. Don't ask about the pairing. I really don't know lmao XD
The Battle For The Boxing Gloves
In the river, Ryohei punched his boxing glove. He had been busy with the boxing glove for hours and now wanted nothing more than a drunk cuddle or an entertaining massage from his lover Gokudera.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his enthusiastic Gokudera appeared at the door, grinning extremely.
"Put down the boxing gloves," Gokudera said stupidly. "Unless you want me to punch that boxing glove on your nose."
Ryohei put down the boxing gloves. He was doubtful. He had never seen Gokudera so devilish before and it made him fantastic.
Gokudera picked up the boxing gloves, then withdrew a fart from his earlobe. "Don't be so doubtful," Gokudera said with a devilish grimace. "A kangaroos bit my arm this morning, and everything became crowded. Now with this boxing gloves and this fart I can stupidly rule the world!"
Ryohei clutched his cruel arm angrily. This was his lover, his enthusiastic Gokudera, now staring at him with a devilish earlobe.
"Fight it!" Ryohei shouted. "The kangaroo just wants the boxing gloves for his own enthusiastic devices! He doesn't love you, not the drunk way I do!"
Ryohei could see Gokudera trembling angrily. Ryohei reached out his nose and touched Gokudera's earlobe stupidly. He was enthusiastic, so enthusiastic, but he knew only his cruel love for Gokudera would break the kangaroo's spell.
Sure enough, Gokudera dropped the boxing gloves with a thunk. "Oh, Ryohei," he squealed. "I'm so drunk, can you ever forgive me?"
But Ryohei had already moved in the river. Fairies dancing on flowers at an ungodly late hour in the night, he pressed his nose into Gokudera's earlobe. And as they fell together in a crowded fit of love, the boxing gloves lay on the floor, fantastic and forgotten.
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I just generated a drabble, too.
Don't ask about the pairing. I really don't know lmao XDThe Battle For The Boxing Gloves
In the river, Ryohei punched his boxing glove. He had been busy with the boxing glove for hours and now wanted nothing more than a drunk cuddle or an entertaining massage from his lover Gokudera.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his enthusiastic Gokudera appeared at the door, grinning extremely.
"Put down the boxing gloves," Gokudera said stupidly. "Unless you want me to punch that boxing glove on your nose."
Ryohei put down the boxing gloves. He was doubtful. He had never seen Gokudera so devilish before and it made him fantastic.
Gokudera picked up the boxing gloves, then withdrew a fart from his earlobe. "Don't be so doubtful," Gokudera said with a devilish grimace. "A kangaroos bit my arm this morning, and everything became crowded. Now with this boxing gloves and this fart I can stupidly rule the world!"
Ryohei clutched his cruel arm angrily. This was his lover, his enthusiastic Gokudera, now staring at him with a devilish earlobe.
"Fight it!" Ryohei shouted. "The kangaroo just wants the boxing gloves for his own enthusiastic devices! He doesn't love you, not the drunk way I do!"
Ryohei could see Gokudera trembling angrily. Ryohei reached out his nose and touched Gokudera's earlobe stupidly. He was enthusiastic, so enthusiastic, but he knew only his cruel love for Gokudera would break the kangaroo's spell.
Sure enough, Gokudera dropped the boxing gloves with a thunk. "Oh, Ryohei," he squealed. "I'm so drunk, can you ever forgive me?"
But Ryohei had already moved in the river. Fairies dancing on flowers at an ungodly late hour in the night, he pressed his nose into Gokudera's earlobe. And as they fell together in a crowded fit of love, the boxing gloves lay on the floor, fantastic and forgotten.