|harukami (harukami) wrote,|
@ 2008-06-23 08:03:00
|Entry tags:||wild adapter|
Good Company [Wild Adapter, Kubota/Tokitoh, G]
Title: Good Company
Word count: 512
Summary: It's winter, and winter means hot pot, and hot pot means company.
A/N: For the prompt Wild Adapter, Kubota/Tokito: possessiveness - in the depth of winter. Crossposted to LJ.
"Kubo-chan, Kubo-chan, it's snow!"
"Yeah," Kubota agrees. They're coming back from the convenience store with a couple of cans of beer and some snack bars. He's carrying them, and the bag with the beers is heavier than the other; it feels imbalanced and he fights the sudden urge to redistribute them between the bags.
Tokitoh has stopped cold, is staring up with a gleeful expression. "We should have hot pot tonight!"
"Oh? Should we?"
"Because it's snowing, Kubo-chan!"
Kubota smiles faintly. "Yeah," he agrees.
So they hit up the grocery store, pick up ingredients. Onions and nappa and meat and mushrooms and so on, though Tokitoh makes a face as he puts the green onions into the basket.
The grocery store is non-smoking. Kubota wants a smoke but he gnaws lightly on the inside of his mouth instead.
"--should invite everyone," Tokitoh says. "I mean, it's not a hotpot dish without company, right?"
"Everyone? Who's everyone?"
"Well, uh," Tokitoh says, and that's where he gets stuck. "I guess there's Taki, and the old man..."
Kubota snorts very quietly. "A good combination of company."
"Well, shut up! It's not like you know that many people. Taki and the old man are fine! Put more meat in, that's not enough meat."
It doesn't sound like a fun evening. Kubota says, "What about Kou? Too much meat is bad for you, you know."
"What ABOUT Kou? And that's the best part!"
"For your company," Kubota says. After some deliberation, he picks up another package of meat.
Tokitoh crosses his arms and glares rebelliously. "Why would we invite that quack anywhere?"
Kubota says, "Well, he's more or less a friend." He picks up a package of konyaku.
"Ugh! Not those!"
"It's just konyaku."
"But they're shaped like squids, I hate those!"
"You don't mind squid normally," Kubota points out.
Tokitoh says, "That's different," sulkily. Kubota nods, puts the package back, picks up a block of konyaku instead. "Anyway, if we just invite two people, everyone can sit comfortably at the table."
"Mm," Kubota agrees. "Let's invite nobody."
He glances up and down the aisles, like he's searching his memory for more ingredients. "Let's not invite anybody," he says. "Let's just have hot pot together."
"...it's a big dish for two people..."
Kubota says, "Well, Tokitoh eats a lot."
"I do not!"
"Kubo-chan, I don't!"
Tokitoh grabs the basket from him. "Fine, whatever," he says, and throws the second package of meat back into the freezer; it threatens to fall out, so Kubota rights it gently. "Let's just get this and cook for ourselves, then. But we'd better watch TV as we eat!"
"I don't mind."
He follows Tokitoh to the check-out and pays. Tokitoh talks the whole way -- honestly, Kubo-chan, saying it like I eat that much. I'll show you, we can have hot pot for two people and there'll be tons of leftovers, you'll regret this -- and Kubota smiles vaguely at the back of his head.
Once they get out of the store, Tokitoh says, "And you're carrying the groceries."
He'd expected as much. "Okay," he says. "Just a minute." He lights up his cigarette, hands Tokitoh the convenience store bags, and picks up the new groceries. They're well-balanced, comfortable.
"Okay," he says again. "Let's go."