[AU]

Nov. 28th, 2012 09:42 pm
keijisan: (pained)
[personal profile] keijisan
[continued from the bathhouse meme ]

It doesn't take us long to get back to my apartment, but my stomach is in knots by then anyway. I mask it by going to start the coffee pot, clanking around in the kitchen finding mugs and sugar and spoons. Finally the pot finishes and I pour for us both, taking the two mugs of coffee in to the kitchen table and setting them down.

"Here. I wasn't sure how you liked it..." I set down sugar and cream as well, then sit across from him, trying not to fiddle too obviously with my mug.
wontreadthemanual: (Dying!)
[personal profile] wontreadthemanual
As I wake, I realize I've been sleeping.

It's a funny sort of reverse order, the way that that works, and a pleasant half-awareness as I take my time bringing my thoughts into orderliness. The dream I'm waking from was vague, but warm, cosy, and the kind of happy that has to snap your heart open wide so there's room for all of the emotion to fit inside.

Well, of course it would have been. Because I dreamed of Gotou-chan.

I sleepily catalogue the feelings from the whole of my body as I roll onto my back, stretching half-heartedly. My hip's sore, must have slept stiffly on that; my toes are tingly, so maybe the new socks I have are doing a better job of keeping my toes toasty warm. My shoulders, surprisingly, are utterly lovely-feeling. That's definitely new! Surely a beautiful dream wasn't enough to relax and warm me enough that the knots all across my shoulderblades might have untangled themselves?

I roll my right shoulder in a little circle, testing its motion. It slides smoothly, and I'm about to be giddy with happiness that the knots I've been dealing with for three weeks have finally abated somewhat when--

My upper arm has come to rest against something warm. SomeONE warm, as it breathes and shifts against my arm. I can feel breath softly blowing over my skin.

Gotou-chan.

I am abruptly quite awake. Rolling my head to the side, I see the proof as my memory slowly catches up with my situation.

Gotou-chan, confessing to him, drinking, the evening here. Distressed, I went for a run...he was here after...he kissed me. Again.

Oh, Gotou-chan.

My breath is caught in my throat, I can't breathe, I don't much care. He's laying beside me, sleeping or perhaps just waking, beside me.

He's here beside me. It's a struggle to not gather him up in my arms right now and squeeze. But he'd wake up in some state of alarm, I fear.

I think my whole soul is burning as bright as an Olympic torch right now.

Oh, my Gotou-chan.
noteasybeinggreen: (eh plus groceries)
[personal profile] noteasybeinggreen
from here

In the interests of good clean fun, we're providing you with a bathtime meme~

The scenario is quite simple, your character finds themselves in the bath or shower with another character (clothed? Naked? Getting naked? Who knows~ That's part of the fun!), whether this is normal or your character has just "poofed" into the situation is up to you! Hijinks ensue.

Feel free to mix and match, use the options below, or go to RNG and let the gods decide

1. dropped the soap - ..Huh... how did you end up in prison? And during shower hour....

2. peasoup steam - The water is hot tonight and the steam is making it way too hot to see anything! Keep your hands to themselves

3. slip and slide - Whoooa all those puddles are making it hard to stand up straight. Maybe someone can help you out.

4. accidental peeping tom - Oh the joys of communal showers.... especially if someone starts attending to their... "needs" right next to you.

5. bubble bath - Because FUCK YEAH BUBBLES.

6. obligatory sex option - Huh, you're stuck in a shower with someone... and there's a note taped on the door. "If you want out, you gotta make out for 10 minutes~ Cheers!" Did we mention the aphro pumping in with the steam and water? Because there's that too.

7. ANYTHING ELSE. Anything and everything else.

Remember when you post up with your character, make sure to specify if you're okay with smut or not!
wontreadthemanual: (The Fighting Doctor!)
[personal profile] wontreadthemanual
My favorite oden vendor is on vacation this week, so I've been exploring the other food carts in the area nearest to it. It never hurts to diversify, and I admit I've gotten a bit complacent in my habits, always patronizing the same shop. I like knowing the proprietor, but I've more than enough opportunity to get to know a whole bunch of them all at once.

So today's okonamiyaki, and I'm definitely looking forward to a big, hearty meal after the scare I had with Hino-san earlier this past week. I had hoped, despite what I'd heard from my doctors overseas, that it wasn't as bad as they'd thought; there's always a space for margin of error in these sorts of medical situations and I know that better than most.

The blow to my head last week reduced my hopes on that topic rather bluntly. But, I already knew, well before I had earned my one million yen, that the odds weren't in my favor. The same way that you can flip a coin ten times and get tails less than half those times, even beyond poor odds, sometimes it's just not meant to be.

Well, today's an okonomiyaki day. And that makes it an excellent day, in my book.

Yama-san's shop has a fair number of customers out front, and that makes me smile. Looks like it's a good day for him, too. As I get closer it's easier to see the types and features of the people eating at the little tables set up in front. One of them, seated by himself, is far more familiar to me than I was expecting!

"Anko! Anko-chan!"
wontreadthemanual: (Derp!)
[personal profile] wontreadthemanual
"It's a team-building exercise, Gotou-chan!" I told you, beaming broadly.

Of course, this was directly after locking us into one of the unused office spaces in the Kougami Foundation building, opening the window, and dropping the key out the window, thirteen floors to the ground. And then turning around and seeing that face you always give me when I've just done something of this caliber of stupid.

But I've been trying to get up the courage to talk to you for months now. It just never happens. And it's got to. I can't go on like this for much longer.

So, here we are.

"Team-building?" I say again, with a hopeful beaming smile. "Team Birth needs bonding exercises!"
gibken: ([special] IS NOTHING REAL)
[personal profile] gibken
→ Post with your character [and preferences, if you like]
→ People respond.
Congratulations! You're both trapped!
→ ???
→ PROFIT!!!

Scenarios (You can use RNG to choose for you, or pick yourself)

1. Trapped outside your house: Maybe that super-duper, ultra-fancy security system with the ridiculously long passcode that can only be opened from the inside wasn't such a good idea, was it? And does that look like rain to you? Oh yeah, you're right. It looks more like hail.

2. Trapped in your house: You've locked yourself in, you're on house arrest, or you don't want to lock yourself out by leaving. Maybe you're not even at your house. Maybe you're trapped in someone else's house, at a party, or by a bet, or a robbery gone wrong. Just find a way out before you start shooting the walls out of boredom.

3. Lost: You're not trapped, you're more... lost. Yeah, if you could find that object of your desire you could get out of this hellhole. Unfortunately, the powers that be won't allow that. So continues the quest for the holy grail. Though, it doesn't help that you have to go to the bathroom, your friend's goldfish is dying, and that big screen Plasma TV is getting heavier by the second.

4. Waiting: Whether it be a long line, a car ride, or god forbid, the dreaded doctor's waiting room, ain't no getting out of this one.

5. Self-imposed lockdown: Before you can rejoin society, you have to get all that demon blood out of your system or get over that addiction. Or perhaps it's more crack-worthy. WE'RE NOT LEAVING UNTIL THAT FLY IS DEAD/THAT PEN IS FOUND/OUR DIRTY SECRETS ARE OUT IN THE OPEN. AND IF WE CAN'T DO IT, OUR CHILDREN'S CHILDEN WILL DO IT!

6. You're literally trapped: Maybe your head is stuck between two bars or you're stuck in a window. Point is, you're stuck between a rock and a hard place. Metaphorically, of course. Or maybe you actually are, I don't know.

7. Oh, here's the metaphorical one: You just go through the motions everyday, you watch everyone else live their lives, and that rut just gets bigger and deeper. What to do?

8. Trapped in an elevator: We just couldn't take the stairs, could we?

9. Trapped in a crowd: Maybe you're on a packed train or just a hallway where everyone has stopped walking and created a bottle neck. Or maybe you ended up in the middle of a mosh pit. Hope the person next to you is wearing deodorant.

10. Choose your own hellhole!
hotshotlightning: (salute)
[personal profile] hotshotlightning
It's summertime! Out with the snow and the dark, here come the sun and sea, watermelons and slushies, long lazy days, and all the things that make summer wonderful.

Along with a few other things.

Honestly, your character loves summer. How can they not? They don't mean to spoil the fun. They could've been having a grand old time right now, if it weren't for...

1. The heat! No kidding, hot in summer? Who would've thought. The AC broke and the fan just can't keep up. What to do? Why, complain, of course.

2. The bugs! EEK! It's cockroach season! Or possibly the invasion of the bloodsucking horde. Pick up a shoe and join the defending army.

3. Allergies! You know what's nice about the bare trees in winter? They're bare. Is it September yet?

4. Those meddling kids! Some of us don't get summer vacation no more, you little bastards. Stop partying at all hours!

5. The crowds! The beach was a lot nicer when you didn't have to share it with approximately twenty two billion other people. Some of them in wildly unflattering swimsuits.

6. That one unbearably cheerful friend who thinks summer is really just the best thing and they will prove it to you if they must shove a gallon of ice cream down your screaming mouth.

7. Or something else equally annoying and horrid, because fuck summer.
hinooo: (hands)
[personal profile] hinooo
I'm cheerfully pulling on clothes when I get my foot stuck in my pants and hop backwards past the mirror. I catch myself on the wall with a flail and a yelp, then stop to look at the mirror.

There's a scar running down my chest. But it's so much better than it was. It's barely visible, really. The doctors did a good job.

I grin, just a little. Life goes on.

"Ankh!" I holler, zipping up my pants. Better find a shirt next. "Are you ready?"

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