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tenipuri_xpDate: Backdated to 20Dec'05, the day the Echizen's go home for the hols. XD
Rating: PG for Nanjirou <3
Summary: ( 3 x Juvenile + Cat ) / Car = ( Do I really need to give you both the birds and the bees talk? )
There were definitely good points to living out of a backpack, Niou thought. For one, it was convenient. There was also no such thing as packing, though he had had to gather up the few Christmas gifts still unopened. And his original clothes, which he’d had to find from his second-floor room. (Since waking, he’d only washed them before dumping the lot into the back of the closet.) No matter: they only needed a little dusting off.
Black jacket – high collar and silver zip up the front; dark jeans and v-neck tee. It was a familiar outfit, being his own, but still felt a little strange. It was the first time in a year he was dressing for the sake of making himself look presentable, after all. Old Man Nanjirou clearly didn’t give a rat’s ass, but from what Ryoma’d said, Mrs. Echizen was a fair bit more normal.
He stopped over in the bathroom, and frowned slightly into the mirror. The shirt hung a little loose off his shoulders and he was lucky he had a belt, but there was nothing to be done about that now. **Hey, Ryoma?** he poked down the brain connection, shrugging into his jacket. **What’re you up to?**
**Right now? Trying to figure out what to do with Karupin**
Ryoma glanced at his cat, sitting innocently on the bed next to his bag. The bag wasn't that big – he hadn't bought that many new clothes, and he did have stuff at home (if any of it would still fit him). It didn't matter much – his mother would probably take one look at him and declare that he needed new clothes anyway. She did that occasionally, and this was a better chance than most, if he knew her at all.
But Karupin was still a problem. She'd snuck here in the car with his father, and he didn't have her carrier – or anything like it. He supposed she'd probably be good enough to let him just carry her to the car, and she'd probably settle for sitting with him in the back… Yeah. Probably. **Think I'm just gonna have to carry her. You ready yet?** The only thing his dad had said was that he wanted to be home in time for dinner.
**Of course~** Niou grinned, making his way back up the stairs as he strapped the antenna back onto his head. Which could prove to be a Not Smart thing to do, given the car and the cat and the Nanjirou and the potential travel time, but oh well. Opening the door, the phaser poked his head in the regular way. “Where’re we meeting your old man?”
Ryoma glanced up as the door opened and Niou poked his head in – and immediately (successfully) repressed the urge to snicker. "Downstairs at the car," he said, managing to keep his voice normal as Niou slipped the rest of the way into the room, noting that he hadn't seen those clothes before, but they definitely looked nice, if not a little big on Niou's frame. And at least he had some kind of coat – it was cold outside, and looked like it might threaten to snow again before the night was out.
"That antenna really completes your look," he said, shaking his head slightly and turning to pull on his jacket and shoulder his bag, coaxing Karupin into his arms (which she did, relatively willingly). He scratched her ears and hoped she'd remain so well-behaved. He cocked his head in the direction of the door as Niou slung his backpack over one shoulder. "Guess we should go."
Nanjiroh was waiting by his car. Rather impatiently too. Why wasn't his son and the brat not there yet. He was sure he told them to be at the car sharply at noon (or something like that). He really should just leave without them. But, then they would probably just go have mansex in their room. That was not going to happen yet.
“Old Man,” Niou greeted with a grin and semi-formal bow, cheerfully oblivious (for the better), and pleased that his antenna didn’t tip. He supposed, in retrospect, it would’ve been better form to ask Ryoma if he’d wanted help with his bag (knowing from experience that Karupin was no lightweight kitty), but then again the half-munchkin’d probably have refused as a Growing Young Man. “Sorry to keep you waiting~”
Ryoma ignored his grumpy-looking old man and opened the door, letting Karupin out of his arms and into the car, where she padded onto the seat, glancing around before looking back to him and meowing. He tossed his bag in the already-open trunk (his father must be pretty impatient to go) and slid into the car, hoping to get this overwith as quickly as possible. "You really wanted to get out of here, huh?" Not really a problem with him – the sooner they left, the sooner they got there, and the less likely it was that either Karupin or his father would misbehave.
Nanjiroh was not a happy camper. Not only were they both late. "Why do you have...that...thing on your head." Of course he was talking to Niou. He just shook his head. "Take that off when you meet my wife."
“Before then, even,” Niou replied, perfectly cordial though his eyes weren’t as sweet. He did know how to behave in the presence of a lady, after all. “In the mean time: it was a Christmas present.” He slipped into the back with Ryoma and Karupin, placing his bag at his feet, grinning. It felt just like the road-trips taken with his family way back, complete with pointless minor arguments.
Ryoma sighed. He had a feeling it was going to be a long ride home, even if it wasn't that long distance-wise; though there was always the traffic to deal with this time of year. And then there was his father's driving. But he supposed no one had died. Yet. (Though if anything happened he was synching Niou.) "Can we just get going?" He wasn't entirely sure if it was a good or bad thing that Niou was grinning the way he was, but there was no use worrying until it was a problem. He stroked Karupin and tried to get her to settle on his lap, interested though she was in placing paws on the window and looking out.
Nanjiroh rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long trip, either way. He pulled out and away from the school. He really should have gotten the radio fixed on his car.
"Take that damn thing off your head, boy. It's blocking my vision."
“Really so? Your eyes must be pretty bad,” Niou snickered, ignoring the instructions. “Your uberleet powers eating up the natural, too?” Well, it’d happened to Fuji, nevermind their skill levels were probably aeons apart. Why, yes, he was going to be difficult – Nanjirou wasn’t a lady; not even a gentleman. Reaching over, he scratched the cat between her ears.
"His eyes are fine," Ryoma replied flatly for his father – in fact, he specifically remembered one instance when Nanjiroh had stocked up on magazines and had completely blocked the back windshield. So there was no way a television antenna was going to be a problem – unless, he thought idly, Karupin was likely to keep eyeing it like she was now, since Niou had distracted her attention from the window to his hand… and thus to his head, which she had already seemed quite fond of.
"Meow~" she said happily, winding her way around Niou's arm and rubbing against his stomach, all the while subtly eyeing the shiny on his head. Ryoma closed a hand around her tail in warning, though somehow he doubted she'd get the clue.
Nanjiroh sighed. Niou wanted uber leet powers? Fine. The little brat soon found his face scrunched up against the window. And his hands above his head, waving around like they just didn't care. Really, you shouldn't piss off the telepaths. They can get you in the worst ways.
"What was that?"
“…I’d say it wasn’t very nice,” Niou sighed woefully, flopping over into Ryoma’s lap once control of his self had returned. He’d take that as a yes from the old man, though. And definite proof that Nanjirou had something up his ass, if he used his power to make someone traumatise hapless sidewalkers (though Niou was quite capable of doing it himself).
**I'd agree** Ryoma replied mentally at the same time as "Dad," in as much of a warning tone as he could manage (not that he thought his father would care). He gave the antenna an experimental flick before scratching at Niou's scalp as though he were the cat.
Of course, suddenly that was much easier as Karupin walked up Niou's face and stood there, sniffing the antenna. "Karupin!" Ryoma picked her up before she suffocated Niou and tried to find someplace to set her down. He settled for the floor at his feet, hoping she'd curl up again.
Nanjiroh rolled his eyes again. Before responding to Ryoma. Yay for mind speech. **Perhaps he should behave, and not act like an ass.**
Soon enough he was turning down the street the "temple" was on. This wasn't going to turn out very nicely, he knew it wasn't. "Look. Ground rules. For both of you. Stay clean and stay safe. Not only that, keep it down, okay."
Keep it down? Niou couldn’t help but chuckle. “You should’ve said that a few months ago, old man.” Ryuhana was somewhat lacking in healthy male influence (healthy influence in general, really), but hey. As it was, he figured he’d done well enough by those standards. And, since Nanjirou could hear them too, he sent a very pink and very fluffy **<3~!** Ryoma’s way.
Ryoma smirked down, figuring that just this once, sending something just as fluffy back would be more than acceptable. He scratched Niou's scalp again with exquisite care. **Well. <3 to you too~** Served his father right.
"Really, Dad," he said out loud, glancing up again, unable to fully wipe the smirk from his face, "what exactly do you think – "
But he was interrupted by Karupin leaping from the floor to attack Niou's antenna. "Karupin!"
"What I think, is that someone is turning that age. And it doesn't take a telepath to know what you two are planning." It was true, they were pretty obvious. "Do I really need to give you both the birds and the bees talk? I have diagrams, you know."
Ryoma grabbed Karupin, holding the squirming cat away from Niou. He stared at the back of his father's head, wishing his mutant power was something much more violent right about now. "DAD." He shifted his grip on Karupin, who meowed and made one last swipe at the antenna before he tucked her away against his side, holding her down. He wanted to point out that if he already supposedly knew what they were planning, neither of them should need a talk. But he knew that would probably only invite it all the more.
Just like the comment that was running around his head that said of course he had diagrams, they were called porn. Even if the only stuff of his father's he'd ever seen was straight.
Instead, he just said, "No one needs a talk. Especially not from you."
Niou couldn’t help but agree, dying trying not to laugh as he was (and failing). He sat himself upright; they were nearing the house anyway, so it was time for the antenna to go. He strapped it to Ryoma’s thigh, though on the opposite side from where Karupin was tucked, and reached over to give her another quick scratch between the ears and a whispered, “Here you go, girl <3”
"You still need the talk. It's a father’s duty." And he did take some of it serious, no matter what anyone else thought. And by diagrams, he actually meant diagrams. If Ryoma wanted video, he could supply that too.
Ryoma sighed heavily, head hitting the back of the seat as he gazed up at the roof of the car. "Can't you pick some other time to decide to act like a father?" Maybe it sounded a bit harsh, but if his dad thought he hadn't already seen all of his porn, and didn't know a thing about… well, "the birds and the bees," then he was a worse father than other factors would already indicate. "Can we talk about this later?" Much later – and possibly not at all. Ryoma was fully planning on avoiding his old man until vacation was over, if he had to.
Karupin, on the other hand, happily leapt onto his lap and began swiping at and then chewing on the antenna. He tossed Niou a wry grin and a very sarcastic **Oh, thanks**
The phaser had on his best charming smile, and first turned it to Ryoma with a **Always welcome~** and wink; then the cat, who was too happy; then on Nanjirou in the rear-view mirror, who looked the direct opposite. “I could do it?” he volunteered. And with live demonstrations, hey. It’d been about four years since his parents had pulled The Talk on him – both him and his sister simultaneously, in fact. He could recall the entire spiel in vividtechnicolour horror detail.
It looked like his father was going to say something else, but just then they conveniently pulled into the drive, and Ryoma shifted in his seat, seatbelt already off as he unstrapped the antenna from his leg, sticking it in his bag (much to Karupin's dismay). **Yes, please,** he sent mock-sweetly to Niou, before opening the door just as the car came to a stop. "C'n we leave this for later?" he asked out loud, hopping out of the car and pulling Karupin to his chest.
Thankfully, Niou and his father followed suit, and his mother had just opened the door, waiting for them, and he figured that the matter would be forgotten for a little while, at least.
Rating: PG for Nanjirou <3
Summary: ( 3 x Juvenile + Cat ) / Car = ( Do I really need to give you both the birds and the bees talk? )
There were definitely good points to living out of a backpack, Niou thought. For one, it was convenient. There was also no such thing as packing, though he had had to gather up the few Christmas gifts still unopened. And his original clothes, which he’d had to find from his second-floor room. (Since waking, he’d only washed them before dumping the lot into the back of the closet.) No matter: they only needed a little dusting off.
Black jacket – high collar and silver zip up the front; dark jeans and v-neck tee. It was a familiar outfit, being his own, but still felt a little strange. It was the first time in a year he was dressing for the sake of making himself look presentable, after all. Old Man Nanjirou clearly didn’t give a rat’s ass, but from what Ryoma’d said, Mrs. Echizen was a fair bit more normal.
He stopped over in the bathroom, and frowned slightly into the mirror. The shirt hung a little loose off his shoulders and he was lucky he had a belt, but there was nothing to be done about that now. **Hey, Ryoma?** he poked down the brain connection, shrugging into his jacket. **What’re you up to?**
**Right now? Trying to figure out what to do with Karupin**
Ryoma glanced at his cat, sitting innocently on the bed next to his bag. The bag wasn't that big – he hadn't bought that many new clothes, and he did have stuff at home (if any of it would still fit him). It didn't matter much – his mother would probably take one look at him and declare that he needed new clothes anyway. She did that occasionally, and this was a better chance than most, if he knew her at all.
But Karupin was still a problem. She'd snuck here in the car with his father, and he didn't have her carrier – or anything like it. He supposed she'd probably be good enough to let him just carry her to the car, and she'd probably settle for sitting with him in the back… Yeah. Probably. **Think I'm just gonna have to carry her. You ready yet?** The only thing his dad had said was that he wanted to be home in time for dinner.
**Of course~** Niou grinned, making his way back up the stairs as he strapped the antenna back onto his head. Which could prove to be a Not Smart thing to do, given the car and the cat and the Nanjirou and the potential travel time, but oh well. Opening the door, the phaser poked his head in the regular way. “Where’re we meeting your old man?”
Ryoma glanced up as the door opened and Niou poked his head in – and immediately (successfully) repressed the urge to snicker. "Downstairs at the car," he said, managing to keep his voice normal as Niou slipped the rest of the way into the room, noting that he hadn't seen those clothes before, but they definitely looked nice, if not a little big on Niou's frame. And at least he had some kind of coat – it was cold outside, and looked like it might threaten to snow again before the night was out.
"That antenna really completes your look," he said, shaking his head slightly and turning to pull on his jacket and shoulder his bag, coaxing Karupin into his arms (which she did, relatively willingly). He scratched her ears and hoped she'd remain so well-behaved. He cocked his head in the direction of the door as Niou slung his backpack over one shoulder. "Guess we should go."
Nanjiroh was waiting by his car. Rather impatiently too. Why wasn't his son and the brat not there yet. He was sure he told them to be at the car sharply at noon (or something like that). He really should just leave without them. But, then they would probably just go have mansex in their room. That was not going to happen yet.
“Old Man,” Niou greeted with a grin and semi-formal bow, cheerfully oblivious (for the better), and pleased that his antenna didn’t tip. He supposed, in retrospect, it would’ve been better form to ask Ryoma if he’d wanted help with his bag (knowing from experience that Karupin was no lightweight kitty), but then again the half-munchkin’d probably have refused as a Growing Young Man. “Sorry to keep you waiting~”
Ryoma ignored his grumpy-looking old man and opened the door, letting Karupin out of his arms and into the car, where she padded onto the seat, glancing around before looking back to him and meowing. He tossed his bag in the already-open trunk (his father must be pretty impatient to go) and slid into the car, hoping to get this overwith as quickly as possible. "You really wanted to get out of here, huh?" Not really a problem with him – the sooner they left, the sooner they got there, and the less likely it was that either Karupin or his father would misbehave.
Nanjiroh was not a happy camper. Not only were they both late. "Why do you have...that...thing on your head." Of course he was talking to Niou. He just shook his head. "Take that off when you meet my wife."
“Before then, even,” Niou replied, perfectly cordial though his eyes weren’t as sweet. He did know how to behave in the presence of a lady, after all. “In the mean time: it was a Christmas present.” He slipped into the back with Ryoma and Karupin, placing his bag at his feet, grinning. It felt just like the road-trips taken with his family way back, complete with pointless minor arguments.
Ryoma sighed. He had a feeling it was going to be a long ride home, even if it wasn't that long distance-wise; though there was always the traffic to deal with this time of year. And then there was his father's driving. But he supposed no one had died. Yet. (Though if anything happened he was synching Niou.) "Can we just get going?" He wasn't entirely sure if it was a good or bad thing that Niou was grinning the way he was, but there was no use worrying until it was a problem. He stroked Karupin and tried to get her to settle on his lap, interested though she was in placing paws on the window and looking out.
Nanjiroh rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long trip, either way. He pulled out and away from the school. He really should have gotten the radio fixed on his car.
"Take that damn thing off your head, boy. It's blocking my vision."
“Really so? Your eyes must be pretty bad,” Niou snickered, ignoring the instructions. “Your uberleet powers eating up the natural, too?” Well, it’d happened to Fuji, nevermind their skill levels were probably aeons apart. Why, yes, he was going to be difficult – Nanjirou wasn’t a lady; not even a gentleman. Reaching over, he scratched the cat between her ears.
"His eyes are fine," Ryoma replied flatly for his father – in fact, he specifically remembered one instance when Nanjiroh had stocked up on magazines and had completely blocked the back windshield. So there was no way a television antenna was going to be a problem – unless, he thought idly, Karupin was likely to keep eyeing it like she was now, since Niou had distracted her attention from the window to his hand… and thus to his head, which she had already seemed quite fond of.
"Meow~" she said happily, winding her way around Niou's arm and rubbing against his stomach, all the while subtly eyeing the shiny on his head. Ryoma closed a hand around her tail in warning, though somehow he doubted she'd get the clue.
Nanjiroh sighed. Niou wanted uber leet powers? Fine. The little brat soon found his face scrunched up against the window. And his hands above his head, waving around like they just didn't care. Really, you shouldn't piss off the telepaths. They can get you in the worst ways.
"What was that?"
“…I’d say it wasn’t very nice,” Niou sighed woefully, flopping over into Ryoma’s lap once control of his self had returned. He’d take that as a yes from the old man, though. And definite proof that Nanjirou had something up his ass, if he used his power to make someone traumatise hapless sidewalkers (though Niou was quite capable of doing it himself).
**I'd agree** Ryoma replied mentally at the same time as "Dad," in as much of a warning tone as he could manage (not that he thought his father would care). He gave the antenna an experimental flick before scratching at Niou's scalp as though he were the cat.
Of course, suddenly that was much easier as Karupin walked up Niou's face and stood there, sniffing the antenna. "Karupin!" Ryoma picked her up before she suffocated Niou and tried to find someplace to set her down. He settled for the floor at his feet, hoping she'd curl up again.
Nanjiroh rolled his eyes again. Before responding to Ryoma. Yay for mind speech. **Perhaps he should behave, and not act like an ass.**
Soon enough he was turning down the street the "temple" was on. This wasn't going to turn out very nicely, he knew it wasn't. "Look. Ground rules. For both of you. Stay clean and stay safe. Not only that, keep it down, okay."
Keep it down? Niou couldn’t help but chuckle. “You should’ve said that a few months ago, old man.” Ryuhana was somewhat lacking in healthy male influence (healthy influence in general, really), but hey. As it was, he figured he’d done well enough by those standards. And, since Nanjirou could hear them too, he sent a very pink and very fluffy **<3~!** Ryoma’s way.
Ryoma smirked down, figuring that just this once, sending something just as fluffy back would be more than acceptable. He scratched Niou's scalp again with exquisite care. **Well. <3 to you too~** Served his father right.
"Really, Dad," he said out loud, glancing up again, unable to fully wipe the smirk from his face, "what exactly do you think – "
But he was interrupted by Karupin leaping from the floor to attack Niou's antenna. "Karupin!"
"What I think, is that someone is turning that age. And it doesn't take a telepath to know what you two are planning." It was true, they were pretty obvious. "Do I really need to give you both the birds and the bees talk? I have diagrams, you know."
Ryoma grabbed Karupin, holding the squirming cat away from Niou. He stared at the back of his father's head, wishing his mutant power was something much more violent right about now. "DAD." He shifted his grip on Karupin, who meowed and made one last swipe at the antenna before he tucked her away against his side, holding her down. He wanted to point out that if he already supposedly knew what they were planning, neither of them should need a talk. But he knew that would probably only invite it all the more.
Just like the comment that was running around his head that said of course he had diagrams, they were called porn. Even if the only stuff of his father's he'd ever seen was straight.
Instead, he just said, "No one needs a talk. Especially not from you."
Niou couldn’t help but agree, dying trying not to laugh as he was (and failing). He sat himself upright; they were nearing the house anyway, so it was time for the antenna to go. He strapped it to Ryoma’s thigh, though on the opposite side from where Karupin was tucked, and reached over to give her another quick scratch between the ears and a whispered, “Here you go, girl <3”
"You still need the talk. It's a father’s duty." And he did take some of it serious, no matter what anyone else thought. And by diagrams, he actually meant diagrams. If Ryoma wanted video, he could supply that too.
Ryoma sighed heavily, head hitting the back of the seat as he gazed up at the roof of the car. "Can't you pick some other time to decide to act like a father?" Maybe it sounded a bit harsh, but if his dad thought he hadn't already seen all of his porn, and didn't know a thing about… well, "the birds and the bees," then he was a worse father than other factors would already indicate. "Can we talk about this later?" Much later – and possibly not at all. Ryoma was fully planning on avoiding his old man until vacation was over, if he had to.
Karupin, on the other hand, happily leapt onto his lap and began swiping at and then chewing on the antenna. He tossed Niou a wry grin and a very sarcastic **Oh, thanks**
The phaser had on his best charming smile, and first turned it to Ryoma with a **Always welcome~** and wink; then the cat, who was too happy; then on Nanjirou in the rear-view mirror, who looked the direct opposite. “I could do it?” he volunteered. And with live demonstrations, hey. It’d been about four years since his parents had pulled The Talk on him – both him and his sister simultaneously, in fact. He could recall the entire spiel in vivid
It looked like his father was going to say something else, but just then they conveniently pulled into the drive, and Ryoma shifted in his seat, seatbelt already off as he unstrapped the antenna from his leg, sticking it in his bag (much to Karupin's dismay). **Yes, please,** he sent mock-sweetly to Niou, before opening the door just as the car came to a stop. "C'n we leave this for later?" he asked out loud, hopping out of the car and pulling Karupin to his chest.
Thankfully, Niou and his father followed suit, and his mother had just opened the door, waiting for them, and he figured that the matter would be forgotten for a little while, at least.
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