Sleeping Forest's home base-- only two of the seven members of the team were present. Although Sora had been keeping an eye out for a new King, things were still pretty slow going.
It was late in the night, wasn't it? The others should be in by now. No... Simca and Rune were out with Makigami, searching for AT parts, Dontores and Black burn were probably out on patrol duty. That left Kilik, Falko, Spitfire and Sora. Kilik never stuck around too long, always out working on his moves or primping himself. Fashion whore, Sora would mumble. Falko was a bit more enigmatic, yet seemingly more of the leader type than either Sora or Kilik. He was likely outside, enjoying the night air. That left us then with the young Flame and Wind Kings.
Spitfire was being antsy. It was starting to bother Sora, who was just trying to take a damn nap in the same room. The redhead's pacing was erratic, irritatingly so. This way, that way, a little over there, a stumbled step over here. All Sora could think was it had something to do with Ine... Spit always was a little odd without her nearby. Sora didn't like the way he was acting too much.
A mens clothing magazine was chucked at the frantic Flame King, halting his movements with a flutter of flying paper and cologne samples.
"Quit that. You're screwin' up my sleep, Supi." Sora rolled over on the tuning recliner, growling to himself.
"...ah, sorry."
Awkward silence-- not too soon it was broke again, this time by Spitfire's foot tapping against the floor.
Sora twitched. "...can't ya do that in th' other room?"
"Err, sorry?" The Flame King let out a nervous laugh.
Sora pointed at the couch. Spitfire blinked a moment, then nodded, flopping himself down on it. Sora rolled back over, trying to sleep again. That didn't last long.
"Hey, Sora? What if the new King is a girl?"
"If she's cute, she's mine." A flat answer from the Wind King.
"No, that's... that's not what I meant." Spit shuffled on the couch. More drawn out silence, broken by another shuffle.
"Sora--"
"Dude, shut it. The girls will be back soon. Just relax already."
"But--"
"Spitfire."
"....right, right."
The Wind King sighed, then got up and dropped himself beside Spit. Spitfire blinked again, then lookd off to the side. It'd been awhile since Sora bothered to be that close to any of the other team members outside of Parts Battles. He tended to play lone wolf a bit too often for the others' comfort.
"..Sora--"
He was interrupted with a hand over his mouth. The smaller boy was giving him one of his rare wolf-like glares from the corner of his usual fox-eyed squint.
"You're worried? Quit it. Like I said, Supi. They'll be back. Knock it off an' relax already."
"But it's la--" Interrupted again.
"You want me to make you shut th' hell up?"
Spitfire shook his head. Sora slapped his headband off. He tried to stand up, but Sora yanked him back onto the couch by the hem of his jacket.
"I said t' stop it, man. Don't ya listen?"
He tried to move again. Sora yanked him back a second time, giving a low growl. The Flame King snorted and rolled his eyes, trying to move yet again. Well, the sky wasn't gonna let the flame get off that easy. He made his way in front of Spitfire, and shoved him back onto the couch. This irritated the Flame King, who was now also glaring right back.
Sora jumped on him.
"HEY-- gettoff me!"
"No."
"Takeuchi Sora I am giving you ten seconds--"
He was interrupted once more, this time by a roll of bandages stuffed into his mouth. He flailed a bit at that, too stunned to notice Sora had already wrapped more around the Flame King's ankles and was working on his wrists. Our dear little Wind King was getting sick of the flamer flailing about and making a racket, so he took to more creative measures for dealing with it.
"Now sit and relax or I'll make it tighter."
He was answered with a muffled grunt from Spitfire, who was tied up in an almost effeminate damsel-in-distress pose. Sora took a little too much liberty there, but was pleased with his handiwork. Another grunt and an attempt at a kick, Spitfire was puzzled how the hell Sora managed to tie him up so damn quickly. He always thought he was the fastest in Sleeping Forest-- but then he remembered... Sora was far faster with his mouth and hands than any of the other members.
"Now now, I won't hurt you. Just relax, Supi-chan~ ♥" His sly face changed, looking now more like somebody looking down at a stray puppy than a team mate. It gave Spitfire a slight chill up his spine, to see that aimed his way.
"I oughtta tell ya somethin'..." Sora leaned in, already pretty much sitting atop the Flame King, about to whisper into his ear-- only to be interrupted by a familiar click, flash, and mechanical whir.
"You see, this is exactly why I said you need to find a damn girlfriend and get laid already, Sora."
The Flame King and Wind King froze where they were, compromising positions and all, as the Fang King stood in the doorway-- with a camera in one hand, adjusting his bowler hat in the other. A smirk crossed his lips, as a pair of shocked squeaks left the other two kings.