Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongeth to me not, as well, I warped a crack generator prompt more to my liking.

Pairing: Royal. Because.

Summary: Conversation between Atobe and Echizen while they shop to replace his mother's tea set, with Atobe's thoughts in between.

Saying that his mother was not happy was something of an understatement. He (and Echizen) had broken his mother's favourite Wedgwood tea set, and was promptly ordered to replace it.

"This is all your fault, Monkey King. I hate you." How cute.

"Ah-n? Well, if ore-sama recalls, you seemed to be enjoying our situation quite a bit." A smirk as they continued to look for that specific set. Was no one around? A snap of fingers, a haughty voice, "Excuse me, I require assistance, ah-n."

As Atobe and the store owner quietly discussed the particular set, Atobe looked over to see Echizen perusing the shelves, looking at the overpriced tea and dinner sets. He looked absolutely bored.

"Monkey King, do they have it? Can we leave now?" Impatience dripped from every word.

"Hmm, anxious to get back are we?" Another smirk.

"No. Stop thinking stupid things, Monkey King." What an adorable blush. "And it's still your fault your mom hates us right now."

"How loving." Ahh, changing the topic now? How cute. "And for god's sake, Ryoma, stop calling me that repulsive name."

More blushing. How could a fifteen year old brat be so cute? "Don't call me that! It's embarrassing."

"Monkey King is more embarrassing as it degrades ore-sama's magnificence, ah-n. And where is that manager?" No one kept an Atobe waiting.

"Keigoooo, can we please just leave? I'm tired and hungry." Did his cuteness just rise exponentially? Was that possible?

"Relax. We'll go somewhere nice after this to make up for it. I know you hate these types of stores." Well, it was nearing the end of the day. His Ryoma had to be regularly fed.

"Keigo, you're choking me." That look on his face should be illegal.

"Finally. Ryoma, let's go."

They'd go where he wanted today, since it was technically Atobe's fault they got into this mess. As long as it wasn't that bloody fast food joint.

Bluh. I tried. I have this headcanon about these two that they bond through their pointless bickering. Like, this is them being cute. Aww, look. They really do love each other.

And I swear this makes no sense. Bluh bluh bluh.