Hidden Meanings

WINTER SPECIAL: [UnaXTsubasa]

"Tsubasaaaaaaaaa..."

The silver-haired teenager ignored the call of his name, and went on flicking through the pages of a book on his tablet.

"Tsubasaaaaaa..."

He still didn't reply.

"Tsubaka, dammit! Answer me!"

"Una," Tsubasa said smoothly as she jumped on the couch, causing his tablet to slip from his hands and plop in his lap. "What do you want? Go listen to music or something."

"Yu locked my phone for five hours," the aforementioned blonde grumbled, crossing her arms across her chest, which displayed a girl rising from a smashed house into a blue-grey sky. "Besides, Benjamin's using my charger and my phone's at two-percent."

"I'm not concerned."

"Tsubaka!"

The Eagle user lifted his tan shoulders in a shrug as he read another page.

Una slumped, absently playing with the bracelets encircling her wrist. "Dammit, pay attention to me." When he didn't answer, she said, "Fine then, be that way."

"Una!"

"No tablet for you," Una chided, shoving the device down the couch cushions and out of sight.

Tsubasa sighed, the motion causing several of his bangs to ruffle slightly. "What do you want?"

"What do you think, dumbass?"

"Considering the fact I have a higher IQ then you, you just called yourself stupider then that."

Una responded with kicking his ankles, which were crossed and extended- well, she tried to. "Damn you and your long legs!"

Tsubasa rumaged around for his reading device, not even paying attention as she repeatedly attempted to kick his ankles. Sighing, he retrieved it then turned his head to look at the blonde. "Is that all you're going to do? If so, I can leave my tablet- it's amusing to see you flail around."

Una huffed before scooting back, seeming to give up at the attack (hehe, it rhymes). "You're annoying."

"Yet...?" He asked, knowing the 'hidden' truth in her words.

"Yet irritating. And I still wanna braid your hair."

His golden eyes snapped back to hers as a small smile flickered across his lips, curved upwards in the slightest degree. "Good luck with that," he replied, and set down his device on the table. "Why don't you turn on the ball drop? It's 11:52, and New Years' Eve."

Una spared a fleeting glance at the digital clock in the corner of their TV, the red display annoyingily blinking a '11:53' at her. "That's where you're wrong, Tsubaka!" She declared. "It's 11:53!"

"So I was a minute off because it was 11:52 when I said that. Sue me." Tsubasa said wearily, and allowed his head to fall back on the pillows of the couch.

Una pounced on the TV remote, jabbing buttons as she chatted. "Why do we even have a ball-drop?"

"We're in America right now, that's why."

"I know, but we have a random New York channel!"

"Hn." Tsubasa responded, not even paying the slightest attention to her as he turned his gaze towards the screen.

OoO

"Ten, nine, eight..."

"Jalex," Una announced, cutting off Tsubasa's countdown. He rolled his eyes, then kept going.

"Six, five, four..."

"Three..." she said.

"Two."

"One," they said in unision as the ball fell.

"Let it rip," Una giggled, which seemed to be the after-effect of eating several (dozen) cookies and fudge cubes.

"You're so halirious," Tsubasa retorted, then almost worriedly glanced at her sprawled out on the floor. "Are you okay?"

"Imagine living like a king some dayyyy..."

"Clearly not." He answered his own question, then blinked as she rolled on her back and started muttering dirty jokes and ship names (one which sounded much like Kellic- or Kellin, whatever- he didn't want to keep track).

"Jack's a loser," she mumbled.

He raised a silver eyebrow in return. "Are you high?"

"On Sharpie fumes...!"

"I'll just stop conversing with you now."

OoO

"It's 3:35 in the morning, why the hell am I still up?" Una asked herself, still lying down on the floor.

Wordlessly, she propped her head up with her hands to watch the sleeping silver-haired male across from her. She dragged herself to her feet, stumbling towards him and plopping next to him, nearly sitting on his long hair.

I wanna braid it.

Humming the lyrics of 'Future Hearts' by All Time Low, Una split a chunk of hair into three before absently binding them together in a side-braid, then nearly jumped as he turned, allowing her access to the clip.

"Go ahead." Tsubasa softly said, slivers of golden peeking through his eyelids as he settled his head against a pillow again.

Una went to work.

Whoo fluff hai Una
Also I dont know how the hell I braid