tenipuri_xp | [log] Horio, Niou (Reply)

Date: sometime, someday, in the afternoon.
Rating: very G. unless you consider frogs something R rated.
Characters: Niou, Horio
Summary: Niou... finds a glowy green surprise in the fridge.

Breakfast time <3 Niou's internal clock was spot-on, but his feed-self alarm only went off on occasion. This occasion happened to be breakfast - at four in the afternoon. In the second floor common area kitchen, he rummaged through the storage and found some cereal. Okay, so his general policy was simply not to eat things that had been left unattended ( -of course, having had an older sister and younger brother in a past life, that was a given- ) but rice bubbles were fine.

Because the man who tampered with rice-bubbles was a sick, sick bastard.

With a small bowlful scooped, he poked around for the milk.

Mostly a mistake on Momoshiro's part, Horio had somehow ended up in the fridge, ontop of the milk, but only for a little while. Too bad the whole cold blooded thing was making him all... tired... and sluggish.... but at least he was glowing in the fridge! That was fun! Nothing like glowing in the dark. That was his favorite activity. Glowing in the dark....

Niou blinked. …okay. Shut the door. Look around for Bunta, maybe? As far as he knew, they weren't in France and amphibians - whole or otherwise - really did not belong in fridges. Much less glowing ones (frogs, not… freezers).

But, oh. Wait.
Horio?

Cautiously, he went back to it, turning the light at the back up a little and poking the little creature in the side with the back end of his fork. "You alive there?"

Horio lifted - well as well as a frog could lift it's head - and gave something of a hearty, though tired ribbit. He was really getting sick of all this cold, and once he were to turn back human (he was still trying to figure that part out) he was going to have a nasty stuffy nose of some sort. That always tended to happen.

"Okay, you're cold-blooded, but the fridge is not the way to go," Niou told it. Him. It. He extracted the milk-and-frog-atop-it and put it on the table, going through the drawers for a spare dishcloth. "And mind the rice bubbles," he added.

Horio eyed the bowl of cereal. Why did this guy call it rice bub-- well, he wasn't going to complain. It was a good set of words, really. He looked around before eyeing a fly and letting his tongue go after it. Delicious (but only as a frog. He was going to regret that as soon as he warmed up enough to turn back to normal).

Niou was just in time to catch that out of the corner of his eye. God, that was just sick. He flung the tea-towel over frog!Horio's head. "One croak for yes, two for no. That thing's gonna to be stuck skittering in your stomach when you turn back?"

Horio let out a hearty croak for yes, feeling the tea towel begin to warm him up. What he really wanted at that moment, though, was a heat lamp, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

That was a too-enthusiastic response, in Niou's opinion. "You can't turn back at will? Yes, you can't, or no, you can." He swung a chair around leaning on the backrest a la Ryoma, and tucked into his cereal. No milk. Because he had no idea if frogs ever needed the bathroom, but suffice to say he didn't intend to find out the hard way.

Horio blinked under the tea towel. That was not an easy question to answer, and it required alot of thinking too. He started to ribbit once, and then a second time, and then stopped in mid croak. That wasn't right. Well, he was feeling a bit warmer now, and took an extended period of time focusing in order to turn back. He nearly fell off the table, as he returned to normal. Blech. Flies.

"I'll… take that as a half…" Niou blinked as the frog popped back to human status, fully clothed, thank providence - "You're not much prettier this way, are you?"

Horio jumped off the table and dusted himself off a little. "I don't really aim to be pretty. If I did, I would turn into a cat." He scrunched up his face and tried... and failed. Oh well.

…maybe frogs didn't go to the bathroom after all? And that was why they exploded? Because that'd been the most temporarily constipated face Niou'd seen in a long time. "But you can't?" It was more of a statement, really.

And… he was still a slight shade of green, which reminded Niou of that Yukimura boy he'd seen once or twice in passing down the other end of the third-floor hall. Except really, really not. Horio's poo!brown hair clashed a hell of a lot worse. "Bathroom's just around the corner if you need it." Cue point in the right direction. Girls not being on this floor aside, he wouldn't want to subject… yeah, nevermind.

Horio blinked. What did he have to go to the bathroom for. "Uhm.. Oh no no, I'm not going to puke, I'm just this color naturally, don't worry about it!" He grinned, and gestured to face.

Oh. Well, that was comforting. Really. Motioning with his fork, Niou indicated for Horio to take a seat. "Tell me what you do. Properly."

…as if it weren't obvious enough. But he wanted to hear it in words from the horse's mouth. So to speak.

Horio proped himself down in a chair and scratched at his hair. "Hmmm... lessee... oh yeah, easy! I glow in the dark!" He folded his arms and looked satisfied with his answer. That's all he really cared about anyway, glowing in the dark. The whole frog thing was just a pleasant addition.

…Niou wasn't staring, really. "How old are you?" Because he sounded six.

"Uh.... 15!" Horio replied with a grin.

"Brothers or sisters?" And this no longer had anything to do with getting info for capture the flag. This now was pure morbid curiosity (slight stress on the morbid).

"Nah, only child," Horio replied, scratching at that place between his eyebrows that had sprouted hair since getting sick that day two... three years ago.

"That's good," Niou snerked. God forbid there was a female version of this guy. Or more than one of him, period. Ow, brainscrub. Now. He should probably be thankful Horio wasn't Arai. (Though being Arai wasn't much better…) Wait, but backtrack. "You can change on command, right?"

"I can turn into a frog!" Horio explained, "... just a frog. Nothing else."

"Nothing else ever? Or just nothing else now?"

"Oh... well... Hanamura... scary... lady... says I might be able to turn into alot more stuff! So we'll see!"

…that could be useful, Niou mused, shuffling over to wash and dry his bowl and fork. Hm, damn. Though that left only Kaidoh who Ryoma really wouldn't want to synch. But, hey - if it was frog by default, maybe it could happen just for kicks <3

"Reckon you could show me how it works again? <3"

"Sure!" Horio exclaimed, scrunching up his face in - what niou obviously referred to as a look of constipation - and in something of a poof! turned into a frog, well, actually, this time around it was a toad, but since he barely knew the difference, he would imagine different kinds of animals from that general frog-toad family at different times thinking they were all the same.

Niou crouched down, peering at the… okay, toad (lumpy thing)… and beckoned him. It. …him.. over with a quick come-hither gesture.

Horio eyed him and croaked heartily. What the hell was he doing?

"…come here, please? <3" Niou said, smiling like Fuji and trying very hard to keep his voice sugar-pleasant. "I want to get a better look at you <3"

Horio croaked again and hoped in his direction, still hesitant. But he made up for it, by sticking his tongue out and eating the fly that was hovering by Niou's ear. Which... it really wasn't, but it was good to smack him in the ear anyway.

…okay, so there were times Niou wished he was a Jedi instead of a mutant. Horio was annoying as Jarjar Binks and this was definitely one of them, he decided. Snatching the dishcloth from where it'd fallen, he flicked it over Horio's head and scooped him firmly up. "Sorry little guy, but you're a health hazard. Any last words?"

Technically, Horio had two options. Turn back into himself and be held in Niou's arms where he could cry out, "OH I LOVE YOU TOO!!" or be stupid and forget how to turn back. He went with the latter, of course and gave something of a sorry ribbit.

Niou gave Horio a gentle pat on the head - "Thank you darling." - and with that, toed open the fridge door, throwing the boy back in. Something crashed in the back, but whoops. Wasn't his fault, because the door was already shut <3

Getting tossed in there and hitting the far back of the fridge hurt. Oh, not to mention it knocked him out. And he was cold again. Well, damn. Good thing Momo frequented the fridge so often, he wasn't going to have to be in there for long. But Niou wasn't very nice, was he?