Title: Bought Affections [Lea/Roxas]
Rating/Warnings: G
Summary: Lea and Sea Salt the guinea pig engage in quality couch bonding time.
AN: Written for Shiritori. Another fic involving Roxas and Xion’s apartment guinea pigs, Sea Salt and Elixir.
Bought Affections
“You’re gonna like him a hell of a lot less when he pees on you,” Roxas commented, glancing up from his laptop. He was curled up on one side of the couch, trying to type 500 words about Twilight Town local history. Lea was slumped in the center of the couch, down low enough that Sea Salt the guinea pig was sitting on his chest.
“Shut up, we’re bonding,” Lea said. Both his and the guinea pig’s eyes were glued to the TV in a fairly identical way, Lea crunching on handfuls of popcorn just like Sea Salt was crunching a carrot stick. Usually Roxas got both guinea pigs out at the same time, but the more daredevil Elixir had been banished back to the cage for crimes including swan-diving off the couch and attempted controller cord chewing.
Sea Salt, meanwhile, seemed perfectly happy to laze around on Lea’s chest and watch TV. An explosion on TV made Lea laugh at the same time as Sea Salt purred.
“You guys are spending too much time together,” Roxas said, rolling his eyes.
“Aww, jealous your guinea pig likes me best?” Lea smirked. “He can’t help it he’s a pig of impeccable tastes.”
“Get bent.” Roxas stretched out a foot to kick at Lea’s hip, but Lea caught his ankle with surprisingly quick reflexes. Roxas tried to shake him off and couldn’t. “Leggo, jerk.”
Lea did not let go, thumb rubbing idly against Roxas’s ankle, gritty with popcorn salt. “I’m not the jerk, you’re the jerk, kicking me. Write your paper, nerd. I want to go eat before I die and at the speed you type, that’s not a sure bet.”
Roxas grumbled a retort under his breath that Lea didn’t bother to argue about. It wasn’t his fault typing with fingers was so much slower than using his thumbs on his Gummiphone! Two sentences later, a glance at the bottom of the page informed him that he was still a solid two hundred words short of his word count minimum. How the heck was he supposed write this many words about trams?
Groaning, Roxas pushed the lid of his laptop closed and slumped down further onto his back. “I quit.”
“It can’t be that bad,” Lea soothed, squeezing Roxas’s ankle. Roxas made an aggravated noise. “Ok, ok, we’ll go ride the tram for real life inspiration, as soon as this episode is over. C’mere, you’re missing the good fight banter.”
Setting the laptop out of harm’s way on the coffee table, Roxas shifted to flop in the other direction, cheek against Lea’s shoulder. Sea Salt looked up from the last few bits of his carrot with interest, but only blinked at him when Roxas reached up to pat him. When Lea used his free hand to ruffle Sea Salt’s fur casually, Sea Salt purred, stretching his front feet out.
“You traitor, you’re supposed to like me best,” Roxas informed him. “I’m the one who feeds you and cleans your cage, and all this idiot does is watch TV with you.”
“You really are jealous,” Lea laughed, ruffling Roxas’s hair the same way. “Don’t take it too hard, I bought his affections with fresh produce. Guinea pigs are simple little guys, cute but not geniuses.”
“I guess it takes one to know one,” Roxas teased.
“Don’t get too smug, buddy,” Lea said. “What do you think I was doing with all those popsicles?”
