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Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Tao interrupts Takeo's life like he usually does.
Rating: G
Contains: Takeo/Tao
Notes: Written for Moto's picture here.
Genre: General
Word count: 304
Status: Complete
Takeo sat on his floor as he maintained his guns, picking up the scrap of newspaper to clean off the excess oil when his door opened behind him, someone striding in without announcing their presence.
It had to be Tao and Takeo turned his head. "He-"
Tao put his hand on his shoulder and swivelled him around. Before Takeo could do anything, Tao plopped himself into his lap, wrapping his arms around Takeo's shoulders, his legs around Takeo's waist.
For a second Takeo didn't move. Then he sighed, dropping the newspaper to the side and returning the hug. "...Do I want to know?" It wasn't often Tao did this, but there tended to be a reason on the occasions he did.
"No." Tao's reply was muffled against his shoulder, his breathing sharper than usual.
"All right." He patted Tao's back, guessing Tao wouldn't mind the oil stains he left.
As the minutes ticked past, the tenseness in Tao's muscles relaxed and his breathing began to even out.
"Hmmn…" Tao nuzzled the underside of Takeo's jaw. "Thanks."
He smiled. "It's fine. Are you feeling better now?"
Tao nodded. "Yup!" He disentangled himself from Takeo and hopped to his feet, stretching with a groan. "And now that I am I can-" His expression crumpled. "-get back to grinding after losing all that data! I'd been so high level too!"
…Ah, it had been about a game.
"Or I could hack into the servers and restore my account," Tao muttered under his breath. "Let's see them catch me 'gold farming' this time, hah! That was all hard-earned gold!"
Tao left Takeo's room, still grumbling, and, shaking his head at Tao's antics, Takeo went back to maintaining his guns. If he was quick enough, he'd be able to finish before Tao came back and dragged him into helping him.
Summary: Tao interrupts Takeo's life like he usually does.
Rating: G
Contains: Takeo/Tao
Notes: Written for Moto's picture here.
Genre: General
Word count: 304
Status: Complete
Takeo sat on his floor as he maintained his guns, picking up the scrap of newspaper to clean off the excess oil when his door opened behind him, someone striding in without announcing their presence.
It had to be Tao and Takeo turned his head. "He-"
Tao put his hand on his shoulder and swivelled him around. Before Takeo could do anything, Tao plopped himself into his lap, wrapping his arms around Takeo's shoulders, his legs around Takeo's waist.
For a second Takeo didn't move. Then he sighed, dropping the newspaper to the side and returning the hug. "...Do I want to know?" It wasn't often Tao did this, but there tended to be a reason on the occasions he did.
"No." Tao's reply was muffled against his shoulder, his breathing sharper than usual.
"All right." He patted Tao's back, guessing Tao wouldn't mind the oil stains he left.
As the minutes ticked past, the tenseness in Tao's muscles relaxed and his breathing began to even out.
"Hmmn…" Tao nuzzled the underside of Takeo's jaw. "Thanks."
He smiled. "It's fine. Are you feeling better now?"
Tao nodded. "Yup!" He disentangled himself from Takeo and hopped to his feet, stretching with a groan. "And now that I am I can-" His expression crumpled. "-get back to grinding after losing all that data! I'd been so high level too!"
…Ah, it had been about a game.
"Or I could hack into the servers and restore my account," Tao muttered under his breath. "Let's see them catch me 'gold farming' this time, hah! That was all hard-earned gold!"
Tao left Takeo's room, still grumbling, and, shaking his head at Tao's antics, Takeo went back to maintaining his guns. If he was quick enough, he'd be able to finish before Tao came back and dragged him into helping him.