Ship: inui sadaharu/fuji shuusuke Fandom: prince of tennis Major Tags: none Other Tags: brief mentions of crossdressing Word Count: 437 words
i guess that this doesn't exactly take place in the club room but here's *strums guitar* fuji in wonderland
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"Probability that our guest will arrive here late: 97%"
Fuji smooths down his skirt and sits down cross legged at the end of the table. "It appears that I've beat the odds then, hm?"
The man at the opposite end of the table pushes his glasses up and adjusts the overlarge hat on his head. "It's too be expected more than one would expect, with how... unconventional most of our guests are."
Fuji surveys the wide array of teas and pastries on the table. "If I'm not wrong in assuming, are you not supposed to have a companion?"
The man nods. "He's... out, to put it simply." Fuji nods in return.
"It would be impolite of me to serve myself, would it not?" The man stands up, fingers caressing porcelain before his fingers curl around the handle of a particularly squat teapot.
"Probability that this tea is the one here most to your tastes: 31%"
Fuji raises an eyebrow, his smile never leaving his face. "Those are rather low odds."
The man bows his head. "Having just met you, my data is insufficient as to ascertain your tastes. This just so happens to be one of my most popular... concoctions." He pours the piping hot tea into a cup, steam rising and curling off of it. The surface of the liquid has a rainbow sheen almost reminiscent of mother-of-pearl.
Fuji peers closer at the teacup as the man takes a small bottle out of his pocket and unstoppers it: "DRINK ME," it's labeled.
"My special juice gives tea an extra kick that some find particularly... effective."
Most people would ask what he means by that. Fuji simply looks up at the man and smiles again with closed lips, the edges of his eyes crinkling. He adjusts his white apron. "I look forward to sampling it, then."
The man grins ominously and pours the clear liquid into the teacup. The tea immediately transforms from pearly white to midnight black. The tea leaves still floating around turn a forbidding shade of red. Fuji appraises the cup before daintily picking it up and bringing it up to his lips.
It's hot. Not just in terms of temperature. It feels like a fire has alighted in his mouth, flames dancing across his tongue. He swallows, feeling the heat racing down his throat before settling deep within his stomach, warming him violently from the inside. He blinks a couple stray, involuntary tears from his eyes before downing the rest of the teacup in one gulp.
"Thank you for the drink, Mr... ?"
"Inui," he responds. "But most people simply call me the Hatter."
FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI, G
Fandom: prince of tennis
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: brief mentions of crossdressing
Word Count: 437 words
i guess that this doesn't exactly take place in the club room but here's *strums guitar* fuji in wonderland
***
"Probability that our guest will arrive here late: 97%"
Fuji smooths down his skirt and sits down cross legged at the end of the table. "It appears that I've beat the odds then, hm?"
The man at the opposite end of the table pushes his glasses up and adjusts the overlarge hat on his head. "It's too be expected more than one would expect, with how... unconventional most of our guests are."
Fuji surveys the wide array of teas and pastries on the table. "If I'm not wrong in assuming, are you not supposed to have a companion?"
The man nods. "He's... out, to put it simply." Fuji nods in return.
"It would be impolite of me to serve myself, would it not?" The man stands up, fingers caressing porcelain before his fingers curl around the handle of a particularly squat teapot.
"Probability that this tea is the one here most to your tastes: 31%"
Fuji raises an eyebrow, his smile never leaving his face. "Those are rather low odds."
The man bows his head. "Having just met you, my data is insufficient as to ascertain your tastes. This just so happens to be one of my most popular... concoctions." He pours the piping hot tea into a cup, steam rising and curling off of it. The surface of the liquid has a rainbow sheen almost reminiscent of mother-of-pearl.
Fuji peers closer at the teacup as the man takes a small bottle out of his pocket and unstoppers it: "DRINK ME," it's labeled.
"My special juice gives tea an extra kick that some find particularly... effective."
Most people would ask what he means by that. Fuji simply looks up at the man and smiles again with closed lips, the edges of his eyes crinkling. He adjusts his white apron. "I look forward to sampling it, then."
The man grins ominously and pours the clear liquid into the teacup. The tea immediately transforms from pearly white to midnight black. The tea leaves still floating around turn a forbidding shade of red. Fuji appraises the cup before daintily picking it up and bringing it up to his lips.
It's hot. Not just in terms of temperature. It feels like a fire has alighted in his mouth, flames dancing across his tongue. He swallows, feeling the heat racing down his throat before settling deep within his stomach, warming him violently from the inside. He blinks a couple stray, involuntary tears from his eyes before downing the rest of the teacup in one gulp.
"Thank you for the drink, Mr... ?"
"Inui," he responds. "But most people simply call me the Hatter."