shi-no-toge:

hanakotobawakodoku:

Entirely unaware that he had an audience, Eric kept it up. His movements were fluid, hips inspired to sway with the music and feet bouncing against the bed in time. Yes, he was the sort to go about dancing on his bed. And while he wasn’t bad at it, it seemed his balance needed a little work — for one wrong step and he was sent (in a fit of loud shouts and cursing) tumbling to the ground with a crash. Sheets tangled around his legs and hair disheveled.

Alan flinched as he heard the loud kick, along with Eric’s yelling. It sounded like the other man was angry, which frightened the smaller reaper a bit. It seemed Eric had found the key, as he heard the door slam. He pulled the covers over his head and curled into a ball, trembling slightly.

Eric stumbled through the flat with a bit of difficulty – having awful sight as a reaper was bad enough, but the flat being as dark as it was, he could hardly see where he was going. “Alan?! Where the hell are ye?” He cursed and felt his way through the hall. Finally, he found Alan’s bedroom door and pushed it open. Silver moonlight flooded in from the window, and he was able to see well enough to get to the other reaper’s bed and yank open the curtains. “Oy!” He barked. “Wha’ do ye think yer doin’, avoidin’ me?” Never mind how hypocritical he must have sounded.