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Been floating around my head for a week, ever since I picked up my fuzzy owl in Seattle. I blame this entirely on Owl, even though he's small and stuffed and not actually alive. It's all his fault anyway. Oh, and this is going to make a lot more sense if you've read Owl
Subaru looked at his half-eaten sandwich discontently and sighed. He wasn't very good at small talk, and Seishirou was too engrossed in his own sandwich to take control of the (nonexistant) conversation like any decent seme should. Uncomfortable silence had taken this as an open invitation to settle in and make itself right at home.
They had met by chance earlier in that morning, in a park. Before Subaru had a chance to start shooting tortured, angsty looks and ofuda, Seishirou had invited him to lunch, and Subaru, after a moments consideration, had accepted. After all, he reasoned, he hadn't had anything but the cookies Yuzuriha had taken the chance to shove down his throat to eat for three days, and it was probably a lot easier to battle the forces of darkness (ie, Seishirou-san. And maybe the other Angels. But mostly Seishirou-san) when one's stomach isn't making funny noises.
"Hmmm...I bet Owl would love some of this," Seishirou said to no one in particular, examining his BLT in his hand.
Subaru blinked. "Owl?" he questioned, reaching for his drink.
"Oh. My shikigami. He's rather fond of bacon," Seishirou replied.
Subaru stopped mid-sip, carefully put the glass down, swallowed the bit of soda in his mouth, and stared. "...You named your shikigami Owl?" he said, incredulously.
"Yes," Seishirou answered, "When I was six." Subaru continued staring, his expression conveying the 'What the hell?!' statement flashing through his brain he couldn't quite manage to vocalize.
"I couldn't think of anything better at the time. It sort of stuck," Seishirou added, a bit defensively.
Subaru realized that this was one of the things that was best left alone, and settled for "I see." before returning to contemplating his food. Seishirou gave a little shrug and went back to eating.
Subaru looked at his half-eaten sandwich discontently and sighed. He wasn't very good at small talk, and Seishirou was too engrossed in his own sandwich to take control of the (nonexistant) conversation like any decent seme should. Uncomfortable silence had taken this as an open invitation to settle in and make itself right at home.
They had met by chance earlier in that morning, in a park. Before Subaru had a chance to start shooting tortured, angsty looks and ofuda, Seishirou had invited him to lunch, and Subaru, after a moments consideration, had accepted. After all, he reasoned, he hadn't had anything but the cookies Yuzuriha had taken the chance to shove down his throat to eat for three days, and it was probably a lot easier to battle the forces of darkness (ie, Seishirou-san. And maybe the other Angels. But mostly Seishirou-san) when one's stomach isn't making funny noises.
"Hmmm...I bet Owl would love some of this," Seishirou said to no one in particular, examining his BLT in his hand.
Subaru blinked. "Owl?" he questioned, reaching for his drink.
"Oh. My shikigami. He's rather fond of bacon," Seishirou replied.
Subaru stopped mid-sip, carefully put the glass down, swallowed the bit of soda in his mouth, and stared. "...You named your shikigami Owl?" he said, incredulously.
"Yes," Seishirou answered, "When I was six." Subaru continued staring, his expression conveying the 'What the hell?!' statement flashing through his brain he couldn't quite manage to vocalize.
"I couldn't think of anything better at the time. It sort of stuck," Seishirou added, a bit defensively.
Subaru realized that this was one of the things that was best left alone, and settled for "I see." before returning to contemplating his food. Seishirou gave a little shrug and went back to eating.
