A/N: Hey, so I posted these on my blog but forgot to do so here, so I will do so now. I'll post them gradually onto here, as each I try to make under 500 words or at least under a 1000. These are mostly just practice for me, but I hope you enjoy them nonetheless.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hamatora! Nope, not at all because that last episode...

NiceArt Drabble: Morning Routine

Summary: The morning after Nice stays over, sometimes Art can be quite forgetful as Nice helps Art get ready for work.

Rated: T (Mildly. Rated for suggested adult theme but pretty much PG)

WC: 543

'Brief case…check…wallet…check…coffee…' "Hm," Art hummed as a pleasant smile graced his features at his filled thermos thanks to the coffee machine. He took a sip of the heated liquid, letting his sweet tooth be enticed by the sugary sweetness, and the caffeine to jumpstart his morning. "Check." He affirmed before taking another sip.

"Ready?" Art looked up from his musings to find a rather disheveled independent detective sitting at his table, hair still a mess and sand in his eyes.

"Yes, I believe so." Art began to pack his things only for an all knowing smirk tug the corner of Nice's lips.

"Let's go through the check list just to make sure." It had become a daily routine to do so on nights he stayed over since Art seemed to more forgetful in the morning than usual.

"Briefcase?"

"Check."

"Wallet?"

"Check."

"Files?"

Art paused before rushing to grab them off the coffee table, "Check."

"Badge?" Art padded his pockets before nodding in confirmation.

"I have everything, Nice." Art sighed as he didn't like forgetting things.

"Icy-hot patch?" Art froze during his packing while Nice's smile only widened with a flicker of mirth dancing in his eyes. Even with Art's back turned, Nice knew the other's complexion had changed to a rather interesting color.

"…I feel fine, but thank you nonetheless." Art subconsciously rubbed his lower back since sometimes it was sore when Nice…spent the night, but he wasn't going to admit that now.

"Next, phone?"

"Phone?" Art patted his pockets once more only to come empty handed. He checked his brief case next before his violet eyes swept the counters and other various surfaces for his phone. "I know it's somewhere…hold on." Art rushed to check the bedroom. He searched under the bed, on the bed, in the bathroom, in his jacket pockets from yesterday as Nice watched the other run around the room in his frenzied search.

"Where is it?" Art was coming close to the end of his rope. He knew he had it with him this morning as he began to retrace his steps.

"Want me to ring it?"

"No, I'll find it." Art nearly snapped as he continued to tear up the room in search for the blasted phone. At last, after a few moments, still empty handed, he looked over at Nice reluctantly. "Fine…call it, please."

Nice dialed the number as Art stood ready, waiting to hear the familiar ring tone.

'Ring, ring…ring, ring…'

Art's head whipped back around at Nice, pausing before his violet eyes narrowed dangerously. He approached the other with a vexed look, and reached into the other's sweatshirt pocket before his fingers found purchase upon the desired object.

Eyes still locked on that pompous smirk he answered the phone. "Anything else? Or have I-"

Art found himself cut off when Nice had leaned over, placing an abrupt kiss upon his lips, and even through the kiss, Art could feel the corners of Nice's lips upturned.

"Good bye kiss?" Nice had mumbled upon the other's lips, and though Art had been infuriated before, he could not help but find his anger had dissipated. And so, when Nice had pulled away, he swiftly followed those departing lips for one last chaste kiss for good measure.

"Check."

The End

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this small snippet and I hope to add all the others as well. Until then, take care and thanks for reading!