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adventdrabblesTitle: 'Footfalls'
Fandom: Downtown no Gaki no Tsukai ya Arahende!!
Characters: Matsumoto Hitoshi, Hamada Masatoshi
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted towhatif_au. One of two stories the prompt inspired.
He didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit.
When his best friend's phone call had arrived, with the voice at the other end of the line almost demanding that he come over and play in the snow, Matsumoto had been eager enough. He'd snatched a jacket and torn out of his home, barely sparing a second to greet his parents before making a mad dash through the streets.
Now, though, as he came closer, Matsumoto could feel his heart filling with an odd kind of dread. He'd been expecting Hamada to be waiting for him, possibly making a snowman. But there was no sign of him. Instead, all that could be seen were flakes falling from the sky.
Matsumoto paused in place, taking a moment to calm himself down. He looked up, watching as each snowflake descended. There was a strange peace to their gentle, graceful fluttering--
--but the peace was shattered as a wild cackle sounded. Matsumoto had barely enough time to register the sound of Hamada's footfalls thundering toward him, before a massive snowball collided with the back of his head.
"It's about time you got here, Matsun," he heard his friend scolding, still laughing with wicked glee.
"Hamachon," Matsumoto growled, scooping up a large snowball of his own. "I'll get you for that!"
Fandom: Downtown no Gaki no Tsukai ya Arahende!!
Characters: Matsumoto Hitoshi, Hamada Masatoshi
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to
whatif_au. One of two stories the prompt inspired.He didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit.
When his best friend's phone call had arrived, with the voice at the other end of the line almost demanding that he come over and play in the snow, Matsumoto had been eager enough. He'd snatched a jacket and torn out of his home, barely sparing a second to greet his parents before making a mad dash through the streets.
Now, though, as he came closer, Matsumoto could feel his heart filling with an odd kind of dread. He'd been expecting Hamada to be waiting for him, possibly making a snowman. But there was no sign of him. Instead, all that could be seen were flakes falling from the sky.
Matsumoto paused in place, taking a moment to calm himself down. He looked up, watching as each snowflake descended. There was a strange peace to their gentle, graceful fluttering--
--but the peace was shattered as a wild cackle sounded. Matsumoto had barely enough time to register the sound of Hamada's footfalls thundering toward him, before a massive snowball collided with the back of his head.
"It's about time you got here, Matsun," he heard his friend scolding, still laughing with wicked glee.
"Hamachon," Matsumoto growled, scooping up a large snowball of his own. "I'll get you for that!"
