Kurapika x Reader Romance (18+)

17 - Uncontrollable Laughter

Okay crazy

"Well... what are we waiting for? Cmon Misterrr... " you place your hand on your head and scratch your hair. "Hold on let me think... Suoh!" You exclaim, giving the blonde's back a hard slap in the process

Kurapika winced for a moment, but then he grinned and shot straight up from his seat and linked your arm with his. He then straightened his suit, giving it a little tug on one side with his free hand. He had to lean forward a little bit to grab his tie since your arms were wrapped around each other's, and for some reason, he was desperate not to break the link.

Cute

"Okay, Mrs. Suoh let's go." He takes a brief pause after those words come out. "Okay wait a minute, I know I came up with this whole idea but I'm regretting it because I sounded awfully strange just now. I'm not sure if I like this anymore."

I think he does want to do it, he's just trying to hide the fact that he does by trying to act embarrassed...

"Welp it's too late now." You mutter.

You continue to walk over to the old man. Both of you hold your chins a little higher than usual- trying to look prestigious. You both come to a stop and Kurapika lightly taps on the man's left shoulder.

The drunk man turns around very distraught. "Whouhh- who are you?" He mumbles, slurring his words.

You decide to take the lead. "Good evening sir, we are Mr. and Mrs. Suoh, how lovely it is to finally meet you." You say in a posh accent, curtsying a bit.

Kurapika is trying as hard as he can to hold in his laughter. There is a huge grin creeping its way to his face. He takes a deep breath and adds on to what you said.

"Yes, me and my wife here own a very prosperous dance studio, and we would just adore it if you showed us some more of those dance moves. You are known for them after all," he explains, trying so hard to copy your accent, but it comes out a little wonky. This makes you have to face away from both of them and cover your mouth with the back of your hand. You need to take a breather, or else you would burst out laughing right then and there.

The old man looks even more confused than you did when Kurapika told you about his 'game'

"Alright sh- ssure!" He yells, slurring his words again.

The man spins around in circles over and over again waving his arms frantically, trying to match the beat of the music playing.

"Pfff, Oh my god this is bad, he couldn't possibly be drunker." You whisper into Kurapika's ear, still accidentally using the posh accent.

The man stops dancing, and he looks terribly dizzy. He then stabilizes himself and throws both his arms out wide, taking a bow.

You and Kurapika unlink arms to give a very enthusiastic clap to his touching performance.

"Well sir, I must say, that was a breathtaking performance. We will be taking you into consideration." You declare, trying to sound as convincing as possible

"Why thank y- youu! Don't you need my name to co- ahem- consider me though?"

"Ah, I see." The blonde says "I suppose you're right."

"So what's your name?" You ask

"My name is Mr. Beitacle. Eiko Beitacle"

HOLY FUCK, THIS DRUNK BASTARD IS THE OWNER OF THE HOTEL

Both you and Kurapika's hearts sink and your cheeks gradually turn beet red in unison.

You both smile nervously. "Ah yes we will keep you in mind, good day," Kurapika says in a very rushed manner- though you can see why. If that man remembers your faces you're in deep shit.

You both run to the elevator and Kurapika presses the button an insane amount of times, desperately trying to get the doors to open. He taps and taps but it's taking forever to arrive. You finally hear the elevator shifting into place and its doors open. You and Kurapika frantically shuffle in, and he proceeds to hits the 'close doors' button, once again, an insane amount of times.

"Jesus Christ! you're gonna break the poor thing. God, you're panicky" you say while laughing. "Look" you point to Mr. Beitacle. "He's back to dancing, don't worry."

"Oh... Good to know," he mutters. Kurapika looks pretty embarrassed- most likely from fleeing the scene like such a wimp

"Do you think he'll remember who we are once he sobers up?" the blonde adds.

"God I hope so," you reply

Kurapika's expression switches from worried to mildly confused. "What?"

"Those performances we gave back there were *chefs kiss* top-notch, Kurapika. Or should I say Mr. Suoh?" You say, nudging him

"Stop." He says seriously with a blank expression. But he was biting his lip slightly, so you assume he's just trying to hold in a giggle

You stare at each other for a second, and suddenly a loud roar of laughter bursting from the two of you echoes throughout the tiny space you're in

"You. Are. A. Fucking. Genius Kurapika, what made you think of that game?" You question very enthusiastically, wiping tears from the waterline of your eyes.

He takes a deep breath, exhaling shakily, trying to contain the laughter that's pouring out of him- it had been building up throughout that entire scenario and now he couldn't stop.

"You good buddy?"

He finally wipes his stray tears and stops laughing. "Yes I'm fine, I just can't believe we did that. You're the funniest person I've ever met y/n."

You really like boosting my ego, don't you?

"You are too! See? You're the complete opposite of a stick in the mud, you're a stick not...in the... never mind. What I'm trying to say is you're a fun guy." You blurt

"Thank you, seriously, that's nice of you." He says sweetly.

The ding of the elevator catches you both by surprise, and you realize you've made it to your floor.

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