Another year, another place to corral stray fic and fragments. Some of them may make it to AO3 eventually, some of them may not. Series, pairing, rating, and any relevant warnings in the subject of each comment.
Rom types angrily at his keyboard, ignoring the dirty looks his office mates send him for the clatter. If their shoes were a size too small, they'd be grumpy too.
It's not his fault his shoes are a size too small and far too narrow. It's all the shoe store had when he made his emergency run before the 9am corporate meeting.
As to why he had needed new shoes in the first place, well, that had everything to do with a certain prissy, sparkly, insufferable irritation. When Shuuzo appeared out of nowhere, what else was he supposed to do but follow him down the street until he disappeared into a dance club. Of course, one thing led to another, and he couldn't just leave at that point, so he'd followed Shuu inside.
As it turned out, business dress shoes were terrible for dancing. They'd been quickly abandoned under a table in the corner as he danced his way closer to the stage, but in typical Shuu fashion, he'd ended the set and vanished into the back as soon as Rom was within reach.
What had transpired in the alley after...Rom shivers at the memory of Shuu gasping under his rough tongue and of Shuu's teeth digging into his shoulder. The shoes never even crossed his mind.
Until this morning when he was already late out the door, only to discover his nice shoes were nowhere to be found and the polish for his spare pair dried out and unusable, and so he'd foregone breakfast and coffee to stop at the single solitary shoe store open before 8am and buy the closest he could find to a replacement.
He hisses as his feet twinge again in protest. The second he gets out of the office, he's switching to the sneakers in his bag. His feet had better stop hurting before rehearsal tonight, or he'll never hear the end of it. Even worse, Aion will try to convince him he needs a pedicure and a foot massage. His tail puffs up at that thought, and he quickly shoves it aside. Finance, he's looking at expense reports right now, no shoes, feet, or anything of the sort.
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It's not his fault his shoes are a size too small and far too narrow. It's all the shoe store had when he made his emergency run before the 9am corporate meeting.
As to why he had needed new shoes in the first place, well, that had everything to do with a certain prissy, sparkly, insufferable irritation. When Shuuzo appeared out of nowhere, what else was he supposed to do but follow him down the street until he disappeared into a dance club. Of course, one thing led to another, and he couldn't just leave at that point, so he'd followed Shuu inside.
As it turned out, business dress shoes were terrible for dancing. They'd been quickly abandoned under a table in the corner as he danced his way closer to the stage, but in typical Shuu fashion, he'd ended the set and vanished into the back as soon as Rom was within reach.
What had transpired in the alley after...Rom shivers at the memory of Shuu gasping under his rough tongue and of Shuu's teeth digging into his shoulder. The shoes never even crossed his mind.
Until this morning when he was already late out the door, only to discover his nice shoes were nowhere to be found and the polish for his spare pair dried out and unusable, and so he'd foregone breakfast and coffee to stop at the single solitary shoe store open before 8am and buy the closest he could find to a replacement.
He hisses as his feet twinge again in protest. The second he gets out of the office, he's switching to the sneakers in his bag. His feet had better stop hurting before rehearsal tonight, or he'll never hear the end of it. Even worse, Aion will try to convince him he needs a pedicure and a foot massage. His tail puffs up at that thought, and he quickly shoves it aside. Finance, he's looking at expense reports right now, no shoes, feet, or anything of the sort.