Work Text:
Samon trudged toward the break room, his normally energetic tail now dragging against the ground. He had no interest in expending what little energy he had on anything but acquiring his favorite treat from the freezer. Without his normal sugar intake, Samon was only at half if not a quarter of his normal energy. He almost wished he’d sent Inori earlier in the day to retrieve his snack of choice, but then he’d have to see the smug look on his face as he made some inane comment about Samon’s sugar addiction.
Samon could feel his face lighting up as he finally reached the freezer. With Nanba prison being well known for its advanced technology and sparkly atmosphere, it was no surprise that even the break room was filled with perks. One of those being the walk-in freezer. As he glanced upon the lower and middle shelves, he became perplexed. ‘Where did my popsicles go? If someone ate them I’ll kill them!” His tail reacted to his emotions as it swayed and straightened at the thought. As his eyes finally roamed he noticed the brightly colored box on the top shelf.
His popsicles were on the top shelf.
‘What kind of bastard messes with a man's popsicles?’ Samon’s face pulled into a pout, his lip sticking out and his eyes sparkling. You see, Samon is short (for Nanba standards) and that means that he can only reach about the 6th or 7th shelves, his beloved popsicles were on the 16th shelf. Yes, he knows that that is ridiculous but there were some stupid giants at the prison and they kept complaining so here we are.
Samon scanned his surrounding, finding no one, he looked at the box and hopped for it. A flush covered his face as his hand hit the tenth shelf. ‘This is so embarrassing!’ Which, if Samon knew that a certain seven-foot-tall subordinate of his had sneaked into the fridge while he was hoping, he’d likely cry of mortification. With his plan to just jump for it squashed, he made the next decision to drag a step stool into the room. Now, because they made the fridge for the taller people, there was no real need for short people to be able to reach the top shelf, they had all that ground space after all. So the step ladder, as Samon found out, only reached the 12th shelf and even if he jumped, he wouldn’t reach what he was trying to. Samon felt like crying as he returned the step stool to the closet.
“Now what do I do?” Samon could feel his lip pushing out as his tailed swayed in agitation. He just wanted a popsicle. He’d gone through a lot today, Inori wouldn’t do his work, the three dorks started fighting over sports again and then the prisoners all decided today would be the best opportunity to ask Samon how far his tattoos actually extended. Then, to make matters worse, Hajime had “accidentally” grabbed his tail, causing a mortifying sound to escape his throat. He’d run before he could see the look on Hajime’s face (pure adoration and lust), and now he was being denied his favorite treat simply because he was shorter than the stupid giants he worked with.
As Samon continued to glare angrily at the top shelf, Inori couldn’t hide any longer. The look on the Supervisors' face was priceless and he couldn’t wait to share the story with everyone else. So with a loud snort, he gave away his position and seeing the little monkey jump didn’t help matters.
“Inori you asshole! How long have you been there?” Samon’s face was bright red and his tail had curled around his leg. This made Inori laugh harder. Yes, he thought Samon was the cutest thing in the world and no he did not want to hurt his feelings but he couldn’t help it, this was just too good (he was glad he’d recorded the whole thing.)
Samon could feel the anger rising as he watched Inori laugh at him. He went over to the tall man and punched him in the chest, causing Inori to wheeze. Inori quickly grabbed Samon and lifted him up, causing the monkey to struggle harder.
“Put me down! I will kill you!” Samon struggled but his actions did nothing to help him escape from this predicament.
“Now now is that any way to talk to someone that’s going to help you?” There was a smug tilt to Inori’s voice as he looked down at Samon. The little monkey weighed practically nothing and was almost the perfect size for carrying around. If only he’d let them do it more, maybe he should talk to Enki, ‘I’m sure Samon’s brother could convince him to let the supervisors carry him around more.’ Inori was pulled from his train of thought by Samon, who continued to struggle.
“Inori put me down! I don’t need your help I can get them myself!” Samon yelled, already trying to punch the boar again. Smirking even wider, Inori set Samon down.
“Now how are you going to accomplish that? Hmm, Supervisor?” Samon growled at the boar in frustration before turning back to the shelves. He could feel the panic rising as he realized he had no plan.
“Well? I’m waiting.” Inori was such a bastard. Stupid and smug, Samon would show him! With that in mind, Samon knew there was only one course of action left. The cute little monkey walked over to the shelves and began to climb. Inori could only watch on in amusement as the little monkey showed off his monkey skills. Finally, Samon reached the popsicles and grabbed one. He couldn’t contain the happiness as he turned to show Inori, only to realize his grip was definitely not steady enough for that move. With a ke~ he began to fall. Samon scrambled to catch himself, only to feel strong arms wrap around him as Inori caught him.
“Well now supervisor, I know you're smitten with me but I didn’t think you’d fall so far!” Inori was promptly punched for those words. He laughed even harder when he looked down at Samon, being held like the proper princess he is, sucking on his popsicle.
“I’ve caught lots of things from the sky but never something so cute.” Inori couldn’t help but enjoy the redness of Samon’s face. The way his eyes sparkled as his embarrassment continued to peak and the way his tail wrapped around to protect him from the bemused gaze of his subordinate.
“Go to hell, Inori!” Samon mumbled around his popsicle.
Inori grinned as he began to walk out of the freezer, making a mental note to move the popsicles back to the monkeys' specific shelf.
“And leave you here all alone?”
The boar wondered where he should take his frazzled supervisor before a wicked idea popped into his head. He leaned down close to the monkey, who was still sucking on the popsicle and whispered: “Now then, why don’t we go see if this little catch of mine tastes like what he eats.”