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[#012] Deface It (Danganronpa & Resident Evil)
Theme Prompt: #012 - Bad Day
Title: Deface It
Fandom: Crossover - Danganronpa & Resident Evil
Rating/Warnings: T - Mild Language
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 589
Summary: Lucas comes home miffed.
"Haha, awwwwwww... Ibuki feels the bad mojo coming off of Lucas in waves! It's enough to make her ears ache!"
The door still wide open behind him, Lucas paused, swallowed, and chucked his phone against the wall with a grunt through his teeth. The resultant BANG made Ibuki jump - before she clapped her hands together. Snickered. "Wow, they just hit her like a tidal wave! Yeah, totally bad vibes!"
Lucas bit his lip and pouted. Stood in place one more moment - one more - to let the echo a' that noise clear outta his head. Let it sink in.
Sometimes, you just had to pretend to destroy something - just to tide you over till you had your hands on something with which to make a more satisfying mess.
But that done, he marched on over to the couch. The strings of Ibuki's guitar rangggg softly as she shifted the instrument off her lap and onto the cushion next to her. She beckoned him with two hands. "C'mere, c'mere!"
He clambered up beside her.
And he flung himself down onto her lap.
"Whoo..."
She giggled. Her nails descended into his hair, causing him to shudder, briefly, at the faint, faint static buzz of contact, but he shut his eyes and gathered his breath as the tousling began.
And then he turned his face down, and screeeaaaaAAAAAAAAAMED like her skirt was a fucking pillow.
Ibuki spluttered. "The vibes are that lousy today, huh?"
He nodded. Narrowed his eyes, in contempt for the subject of discussion, and mumbled "I needed that" into fabric.
"Yeah, yeah, Ibuki's been there! Sometimes, you just gotta shout and let it all out! Whaddyou want, you wanna head into the studio with Ibuki 'n really scream your lungs out with her? Hit the junkyard for some new trash to make go 'boom'? Maybe juuuuust... shoot the breeze for a little bit? Let a girl know what's getting your goat?"
A huff out through his nose.
He shook his head - taking the cue, she pulled her hand away for a moment - and rolled over. Crossed his arms for use as a pillow on top of a pillow.
Stared up at her. Her eyebrows had arched. He glanced at that still-hovering hand of hers, and her face scrunched as she re-summoned a smile, hummed, place her palm on his forehead and resumed her petting.
He shut his eyes.
Groaaaaaaned as he drafted a script of his litany of agitations off of which to begin with the third of her guesses.
Smiling on the inside.
Relaxing into the treatment. The contentment and the roundabout affirmation that everyone could kiss his fuckin' ass who spoke to him in manners that oh, he was more than sharp enough to hear the challenges in, even if they either weren't or played like they weren't, in a world wherein it apparently weren't allowed to give people just what they were asking for.
Heh - yeah, that's the stuff...! Treat me like I'm goddamn king.
He still needed to wreck something, that was for certain.
But this?
This was, aaaah...
A bit of preppin' to make that stage in dealing with the day go down smoother; to turn a war into a celebration.
He talked and talked and talked till his smile'd worked its way outside, his and Ibuki's eyes locked, the only damn vibes he felt no worse than electric - with mountingly, mountingly giddy anticipation, even, for every moment he received of his himness being fed and pampered.
Title: Deface It
Fandom: Crossover - Danganronpa & Resident Evil
Rating/Warnings: T - Mild Language
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 589
Summary: Lucas comes home miffed.
"Haha, awwwwwww... Ibuki feels the bad mojo coming off of Lucas in waves! It's enough to make her ears ache!"
The door still wide open behind him, Lucas paused, swallowed, and chucked his phone against the wall with a grunt through his teeth. The resultant BANG made Ibuki jump - before she clapped her hands together. Snickered. "Wow, they just hit her like a tidal wave! Yeah, totally bad vibes!"
Lucas bit his lip and pouted. Stood in place one more moment - one more - to let the echo a' that noise clear outta his head. Let it sink in.
Sometimes, you just had to pretend to destroy something - just to tide you over till you had your hands on something with which to make a more satisfying mess.
But that done, he marched on over to the couch. The strings of Ibuki's guitar rangggg softly as she shifted the instrument off her lap and onto the cushion next to her. She beckoned him with two hands. "C'mere, c'mere!"
He clambered up beside her.
And he flung himself down onto her lap.
"Whoo..."
She giggled. Her nails descended into his hair, causing him to shudder, briefly, at the faint, faint static buzz of contact, but he shut his eyes and gathered his breath as the tousling began.
And then he turned his face down, and screeeaaaaAAAAAAAAAMED like her skirt was a fucking pillow.
Ibuki spluttered. "The vibes are that lousy today, huh?"
He nodded. Narrowed his eyes, in contempt for the subject of discussion, and mumbled "I needed that" into fabric.
"Yeah, yeah, Ibuki's been there! Sometimes, you just gotta shout and let it all out! Whaddyou want, you wanna head into the studio with Ibuki 'n really scream your lungs out with her? Hit the junkyard for some new trash to make go 'boom'? Maybe juuuuust... shoot the breeze for a little bit? Let a girl know what's getting your goat?"
A huff out through his nose.
He shook his head - taking the cue, she pulled her hand away for a moment - and rolled over. Crossed his arms for use as a pillow on top of a pillow.
Stared up at her. Her eyebrows had arched. He glanced at that still-hovering hand of hers, and her face scrunched as she re-summoned a smile, hummed, place her palm on his forehead and resumed her petting.
He shut his eyes.
Groaaaaaaned as he drafted a script of his litany of agitations off of which to begin with the third of her guesses.
Smiling on the inside.
Relaxing into the treatment. The contentment and the roundabout affirmation that everyone could kiss his fuckin' ass who spoke to him in manners that oh, he was more than sharp enough to hear the challenges in, even if they either weren't or played like they weren't, in a world wherein it apparently weren't allowed to give people just what they were asking for.
Heh - yeah, that's the stuff...! Treat me like I'm goddamn king.
He still needed to wreck something, that was for certain.
But this?
This was, aaaah...
A bit of preppin' to make that stage in dealing with the day go down smoother; to turn a war into a celebration.
He talked and talked and talked till his smile'd worked its way outside, his and Ibuki's eyes locked, the only damn vibes he felt no worse than electric - with mountingly, mountingly giddy anticipation, even, for every moment he received of his himness being fed and pampered.
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