Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Appeal ❯ make that one triple deluxe grande ( Chapter 15 )

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A/n: one more tonight if I don't fall asleep :S

 

KD and Blythe: wow you two are quick on the draw.

 

Chapter 15.

 

Yohji grinned as Nagi meticulously ate his ice cream; the gobs of sweetness looked bigger than the boy himself. He could tell that this was a rare treat for the serious boy, and that he had decided to milk Yohji for all he was worth.

 

Yohji was apparently worth one triple deluxe grande sundae that included three flavours of ice cream, bananas, a brownie, a white chocolate macadamia cookie all smothered in whip cream and then generously layered with hot fudge and caramel, all to be topped by a bright red cherry.

 

Watching the boy take another spoonful Yohji simultaneously grimaced and envied the sight: all he could think of was diabetes in a waffle bowl, and the fact that the boy did not obviously have a weight problem. Yohji put on weight faster than Kenken could eat, and it all went to his thighs.

 

At the thought of Ken, Yohji sighed; thanks to Schuldig also reacting he was no closer to getting answers than before.

 

“I was there when Crawford told Schuldig.”

 

It was the first time that the boy had spoken since ordering his sugary confection, Yohji wanted to, was dying to jump at the offer; he stared at the boy who was in turn staring determinedly at his sundae.

 

“Thanks but no.” It had taken a lot out of him, not to browbeat the boy into giving away his secret. He was an ex-detective and therefore he was morbidly curious, but he couldn't. Consciences sucked.

 

Nagi looked up, but still not at him, “I wouldn't mind.”

 

“Thanks chibi, but do you really want to get in cross-team politics?” Yohji ruffled the boy's hair, he couldn't help it. While decidedly less perky than Weiss' own counterpart, Nagi was still young and chibi-like if only a hundred times more serious, and perfectly groomed. Or at least he had been.

 

Nagi glared, but only half-heartedly, and Yohji suspected it was more for the rumpling of his hair than the chibi comment.

 

“Crawford's very,” Nagi paused for a moment trying to think of the word he wanted to say, “precise. He would only let me be in the room if he thought it would benefit the team.”

 

“So you're saying that he gave you the go-ahead, he just didn't say it.”

 

Nagi nodded.

 

“Hmm. Well then, only if you want to, and only when you finish your ice-cream. Never mix business with pleasure that's what I say.” Yohji winked.

 

“You're ever serious enough for business?” Nagi grabbed his mouth, he had not meant to say that aloud.

 

Luckily Yohji only laughed, “Only when I have to be chibi.”