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FIC: Streaming Video [Persona 5 – Ann / Futaba (Mature)]
Title: Streaming Video
Fandom: Persona 5
Pairing: Ann / Futaba
Rating: Mature
Prompt: 268 – Chill
Word Count: 520
Summary: Post-game. Ann and Futaba attempt "Netflix and chill".
* * * *
The loft at Leblanc, three years after the Phantom Thieves —
Futaba had the same expression on her face that a cartoon cat had at the instant it caught its prey, including the toothiest of grins and a witch-like chortle, and it did not help that she had started rubbing her hands together.
"All right, Futaba," Ann said, shaking her head as she set her purse on the futon. "I know what happens when you get that look. What did you do?"
"I –" Futaba blinked. "Eh, after all that build-up, it's not going to sound like much, but I finally got the wi-fi working up here. We can stream stuff now!" She scratched the back of her head. "I, uh, maybe stayed up too late binging most of the original Featherman show, though. That's my bad."
"Does that mean that it's finally time for Akira to retire this DVD player?" Ann looked down at the nicked, scratched black box next to the tube TV. "Does ... he know yet? I know that's going to be a hard conversation."
"He's working late tonight. I'll deal with that later." Futaba shrugged. "So! What do you wanna watch? I've got the hook-up. And tons of time."
"The hook-up? Let me guess: You don't exactly have an account, do you?" Ann sighed and shook her head again. "Too easy to hack it, huh?"
"Hey, if you can get the best, there's no reason not to." Futaba bounced onto the sofa, patting the futon next to her. "C'mon, have a seat."
"Shouldn't we move that first? I don't like having to crane my neck to watch something." Futaba stuck out her tongue. "Oh? Fine. I'll just move it with you on it, then." Which was easy for her to do, as Futaba was not heavy.
"Whee," Futaba deadpanned. "Okay. What're we gonna watch?"
"I don't know," Ann said, sitting next to her. "What do you wanna watch?"
"Don't do that! I hate it when people do that! Pick something!"
"Okay, okay, um –" Ann stared at the screen. "I'm drawing a blank. Maybe there's too many choices?" Futaba gave her the evil eye. "I'm sorry!"
"Blargh." Futaba sulked, but she brightened after a second. "Well, we don't have to watch anything. I was going to make out with you anyway."
That made Ann facepalm. "Really? Just looking for an excuse?"
"Maaaybe." Futaba blushed. "Is that a problem?"
"Well, no, but –" Ann wiggled her nose. "– you usually have to work your way up to that. I take it you really liked the way things went ... last time?"
Futaba turned from pink to red. "Y-Yeah. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing. Just come out and say it next time. It's okay."
"Heh." Silence. "So, um —"
"You did say Akira wasn't going to be home for a while, right?"
"I-I did, and, uh – eep!" A kiss on the end of her nose. "Hey! Since when are you the one who does the pouncing? I thought that was me."
"Doesn't have to be."
Not that Futaba was making a genuine complaint.
FIN.
Fandom: Persona 5
Pairing: Ann / Futaba
Rating: Mature
Prompt: 268 – Chill
Word Count: 520
Summary: Post-game. Ann and Futaba attempt "Netflix and chill".
* * * *
The loft at Leblanc, three years after the Phantom Thieves —
Futaba had the same expression on her face that a cartoon cat had at the instant it caught its prey, including the toothiest of grins and a witch-like chortle, and it did not help that she had started rubbing her hands together.
"All right, Futaba," Ann said, shaking her head as she set her purse on the futon. "I know what happens when you get that look. What did you do?"
"I –" Futaba blinked. "Eh, after all that build-up, it's not going to sound like much, but I finally got the wi-fi working up here. We can stream stuff now!" She scratched the back of her head. "I, uh, maybe stayed up too late binging most of the original Featherman show, though. That's my bad."
"Does that mean that it's finally time for Akira to retire this DVD player?" Ann looked down at the nicked, scratched black box next to the tube TV. "Does ... he know yet? I know that's going to be a hard conversation."
"He's working late tonight. I'll deal with that later." Futaba shrugged. "So! What do you wanna watch? I've got the hook-up. And tons of time."
"The hook-up? Let me guess: You don't exactly have an account, do you?" Ann sighed and shook her head again. "Too easy to hack it, huh?"
"Hey, if you can get the best, there's no reason not to." Futaba bounced onto the sofa, patting the futon next to her. "C'mon, have a seat."
"Shouldn't we move that first? I don't like having to crane my neck to watch something." Futaba stuck out her tongue. "Oh? Fine. I'll just move it with you on it, then." Which was easy for her to do, as Futaba was not heavy.
"Whee," Futaba deadpanned. "Okay. What're we gonna watch?"
"I don't know," Ann said, sitting next to her. "What do you wanna watch?"
"Don't do that! I hate it when people do that! Pick something!"
"Okay, okay, um –" Ann stared at the screen. "I'm drawing a blank. Maybe there's too many choices?" Futaba gave her the evil eye. "I'm sorry!"
"Blargh." Futaba sulked, but she brightened after a second. "Well, we don't have to watch anything. I was going to make out with you anyway."
That made Ann facepalm. "Really? Just looking for an excuse?"
"Maaaybe." Futaba blushed. "Is that a problem?"
"Well, no, but –" Ann wiggled her nose. "– you usually have to work your way up to that. I take it you really liked the way things went ... last time?"
Futaba turned from pink to red. "Y-Yeah. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing. Just come out and say it next time. It's okay."
"Heh." Silence. "So, um —"
"You did say Akira wasn't going to be home for a while, right?"
"I-I did, and, uh – eep!" A kiss on the end of her nose. "Hey! Since when are you the one who does the pouncing? I thought that was me."
"Doesn't have to be."
Not that Futaba was making a genuine complaint.
FIN.