heard yer sick

and i just wanted to say…

Wanted to draw these two being cuddly, and I forgot to draw the pillows their heads were on because I’m cool like that. They don’t get pillows but at least they have each other

I was playing around with the binary tool and a chipmunk Hayner happened? 

You can get him as a sticker, phone case, or mug here!

Curling his left hand into a fist, Hayner bashed it against Seifer’s back, cringing when he felt nothing but hard muscle, “YOU FUCKIN’ ASSHOLE PUT ME DOWN I-” His shouting was cut short when his ringtone fell silent, and in return, his heart began beating frantically in his chest. Joshua would only worry if he didn’t pick up his phone…When his phone rang for a second time, Hayner was quick to slide his finger over the screen.

Out of breath, he managed a rushed “Hello-” before Seifer’s grip on his waist faltered and Hayner slipped from his shoulder and into the uncomfortable surface of the couch. On impact, Hayner’s phone flew from his hand. Too shocked and angry to notice, Hayner’s rage flourished between his ribs and leaked from the cuts on his hands. Digging his fingers into Seifer’s arm, he put all of his strength into dragging him down.

Quickly twisting out of Hayner’s grasp, Seifer left the smaller boy to fend for himself as his senses honed into a new opportunity for trouble: Hayner’s cell phone, which had somehow slipped and skidded across the floor. He only had to reach out and take it... Somehow such a simple action seemed imbued with such meaning. Just reach out and take it...

Seifer managed to wrap his fingers around the phone and, offering Hayner a trademark Seifer Smirk, quieted the annoying buzz of the ringtone.

Look, Josh, im serious, the guy is a complete lunatic He acts like i owe him something when hes the one that likes to make my life a living hell Fuck if i lose to him tomorrow…hes never gonna lemme live it down and i OHMYGOD HE’S FUCKING MOVING THE BED I SHOULD

Just as he was in the middle of complaining on what exactly Seifer was doing, his finger slipped and the message was sent. Between the shakes of the mattress and the unfinished sent text staring back at him in mockery, Hayner completely lost it. 

Slamming his phone down on the bed, Hayner glared daggers.

“SEIFER WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!? I SENT THAT MESSAGE WITHOUT FINISHING WHAT I WAS TRYING TO SAY!!” Scooting back a bit (in his current position, his ankle brushed against Seifer’s arm and he couldn’t have that) he tucked his feet away and wove bruised fingers into the nearest object. Using the pillow as a shield, Hayner aimed it at Seifer, laughing when the fluffy cushion bounced off his head. “Stop being such a baby and sleep on the couch!! And if you don’t fit then sleep on the floor but there’s no way I’m leaving this bed!!”

…

You leave for one night…

He ignored the sudden blare of Hayner’s obnoxious ringtone and in a fluid motion scooped him up and threw him over a shoulder as though he was hefting nothing heavier than a backpack. Whatever bruises he might acquire through this obvious show of dominance, well, they were just battle scars. Proof that he had won the fight and gained rightful claim to the bed.

“Here, don’t believe me? I’ll prove to you that you’re the better fit. Ha!” 

Text to  ♥Joshua ♥

No, I cant pick up right now anyways :/// Hes ranting and I dont wanna put you through that Sorry for answering you so late at night too… Why arent you asleep yet????? Its late, get some rest

He’d been so distracted answering Joshua, Hayner missed Seifer’s complaints and by the rage displayed across his face, Hayner could guess Seifer was well aware of the situation. To add salt to the wound, Hayner looked past Seifer’s, body angling to the right slightly. A sharp exhale pushed past his lips, “Hey, there’s a couch behind the door, just sleep there and stop your bitchin’ cause it ain’t like I can convince anyone to switch rooms with me. All my teammates hate you, and as team Captain I ain’t puttin’ my boys through the stress of dealin’ with you, so stop bein’ so dam annoyin’ and-”

Babe

Cupcake

Green bean of my heart

Like it or not, here I come-

But not in that way!! 

I mean I’m calling you.

You knwo what I mean??

I’m tired but I’m replying bc I miss you

Of course

I miss your sweet ass

Jk I have my other bf here to keep me company (AP History homework)

So even Seifer’s ranting seems like a sweet alternative to AP-induced Hell

“No way in hell will you catch me sleepin’ on that! ‘Sides, it’s a loveseat. I’m way too tall to fit. But your tiny ass, on the other hand...”

“Idiot, ya know it won’t matter if you do complain. The lady clearly stated the Hotel is all out of rooms. All you’re gonna do is get yourself and your team thrown out.”

???

…Sounds like the hotel really “hit it out of the park” with that mistake.

Haha.

I mean, that guy is basically jsut the entire concept of “Trouble” topped off with a beanie.

Should I call you?

“I don’t have to listen to this,” he stated. His mind declared civil war; Hayner was, unfortunately, right in the sense that any complaints Seifer made would only serve to attract the disfavor of the hotel staff, and there was little they could do to help alleviate the utter torment of being stuffed in a tiny single-bed room with the most infuriating human being currently walking the planet. However every marrow of his body ached to make a scene, demand satisfaction.

“This is unacceptable--what kind of customer service--? And anyway, if anyone gets the bed it’s me. You’ve never stood a chance against my team, even with a full night of rest--Hey, are you listening--?”

Turning the knob, he pushed the door open and before Seifer could reach forward and snatch him by the collar Hayner stepped into the room. Brown eyes scanned the area, a frown tugging over his features once he noticed a lone bed sitting at the center. Groaning, he picked up his bag only to stomp into the room and slam it against the bed.

“Oh, you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!” he exclaimed, oblivious to the sensitive eardrums of the other hotel guests shuffling past him in the hall. “This has to be some kind of mix-up, right? They got our reservations all twisted in the first place, making us share the room and all! I’ve got a few strong words for the guy at the front desk.”

“Look, I don’t care that the hotel is booked-” The words were drawn into a sharp hiss as Hayner allowed his backpack to hit the floor. “I refuse to share a room with you.”

Running his fingers into the red marks scattered across his arms, he took a few moments to curse the weight of his bag; maybe Olette had been right when she had suggested buying a slightly bigger one. But whatever, there was nothing he could do about it now- although, he could possibly use his own bag as a weapon, if he really had to. With the way Seifer was glaring at him, Hayner was half tempted to do so…

With a sharp laugh, he turned to his companion- no, nothing like that- his rival. 

“There’s gonna be two beds, dumbass. Surely that’s enough room for His Highness to spread out?!”

Shifting his weight, Seifer felt his shoulder brush against Hayner’s. Had he been standing that close--? He frowned and threw his head back impatiently. 

((glances back, watching him bend over))

((casually knocks over box of tic tacs again))

To any King or Prince, Seifer’s words would be nothing but reassuring. Hayner could easily spot the charm in his sentence structure; if the words were to snap in half, he’d find swirls of gold and silver.

However, a sharp tongue would only get him so far.

The young Prince could be seen as unexperienced, and throughout his twenty years of life, he’d made mistakes he deeply regretted. But he’d learn from them, and despite the heavy weight of a wrong doing he couldn’t undo, he had the constant support of one man.

But that man was gone. As he looked at Seifer, he couldn’t see himself ever leaning on him, he couldn’t picture any type of attachment blooming from their bond.

Disappointing, really.

Holding out his hand, Hayner wiggled his fingers around. Slowly, each one was lowered, until his pinkie remained.

Not even Prince Vanitas--long may he live--had requested of him such a violent display of loyalty. But surely this was to be expected of a tyrant noble like Prince Hayner... did that mean the sacrifice was necessary to prove himself?! If he dropped the knife, if he ran, if he tucked tail and crawled back home, would Prince Vanitas greet him with open arms? No. And Seifer was not a running man. Better “off with his finger” than “off with his head”, the latter a sentiment on which he knew, for once, both princes would agree if he were to abandon his post.