[Okay, this wasn't really what I had in mind, but I can't just let this sit in my drafts any longer. Also, it's just a freaking drabble. God knows I can't write about USUK in that time period.]

"This is stupid."

He grinned teasingly, clasping his hands behind his back. "No, it's not~" he sang, much to the twitching of a rather thick set of eyebrows of the former.

"It is."

"Is not~"

"It is," he repeated, ignoring the urge to prop up the glasses which weren't there. (He was wearing contacts again, he supposed. Curse his damn authoress.)

"Is not~" The cheerful boy echoed his previous statement, apparently relishing the way the other seemed to be physically holding back his irritation, which was uncommon in and of itself. Saiki Hideyoshi wasn't all that known in pouring out his emotions - performances excluded - after all. Yet here he was, in all his currently green-eyed, blond glory, plus the heavyset pair of monstrosities he was damned to call his eyebrows.

"It's damn well stupid, you bloody twat!" He snapped, before realizing that he'd lost all control. Hideyoshi flushed, as scarlet as the cloth of the costume he was wearing - which, apparently, was from the time period of the Revolutionary War.

It wasn't long before Rei laughed at him.