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writetomyheart2012-09-17 02:30 am
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[Team 2] untitled drabble
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dancerdreams2 Your turn!
"Perfect," Tamamori is seemingly talking to himself again, lost in his own little world like he tends to be sometimes. "This will be perfect. Ah hang on, will this one be better instead?"
Senga chances a glance over at Tamamori. Tamamori's been hovering near the freezer section for almost ten minutes now - in fact, the moment they'd entered the convenience store, Tamamori had made a beeline straight for the fridges right at the back, all the while murmuring to himself and shaking with barely suppressed giggles. Senga, more than familiar with Tamamori's quirks, hadn't bothered to give it much thought, but now he wonders if he should start worrying.
"Tama-chan?" Senga calls across the store, after a few more minutes of watching the top of Tamamori's black hair pacing up and down the aisle in evident frustration. "Are you done? We'll need to get back to the theatre soon, have you gotten the stuff you need?"
"Ah. Um. What?" Tamamori sounds very distracted, so Senga decides to investigate.
Tamamori's basket is full of cans of whipped cream.
"Ah." Senga says, puzzled. And another, "Ahh," this time in a more knowing tone, when he realises that it's Miyata's birthday tomorrow. And yet another "Ahhhh," when he realises that Tamamori cannot be possibly planning to decorate birthday cakes with five whole cans of whipped cream.
"What?" Tamamori says defensively, turning a delicate shade of pink. "I... like whipped cream."
"You mean, Miyacchi likes whipped cream," Senga corrects him, grinning from ear to ear.
"None of your business," Tamamori squeaks, clearly attempting to sound dignified and grandly failing at it. "Shut up, Kenpi."
"Yes," Senga says sagely, "None of my business what you and Miyata get up to in bed."
dancerdreams2 Your turn!"Perfect," Tamamori is seemingly talking to himself again, lost in his own little world like he tends to be sometimes. "This will be perfect. Ah hang on, will this one be better instead?"
Senga chances a glance over at Tamamori. Tamamori's been hovering near the freezer section for almost ten minutes now - in fact, the moment they'd entered the convenience store, Tamamori had made a beeline straight for the fridges right at the back, all the while murmuring to himself and shaking with barely suppressed giggles. Senga, more than familiar with Tamamori's quirks, hadn't bothered to give it much thought, but now he wonders if he should start worrying.
"Tama-chan?" Senga calls across the store, after a few more minutes of watching the top of Tamamori's black hair pacing up and down the aisle in evident frustration. "Are you done? We'll need to get back to the theatre soon, have you gotten the stuff you need?"
"Ah. Um. What?" Tamamori sounds very distracted, so Senga decides to investigate.
Tamamori's basket is full of cans of whipped cream.
"Ah." Senga says, puzzled. And another, "Ahh," this time in a more knowing tone, when he realises that it's Miyata's birthday tomorrow. And yet another "Ahhhh," when he realises that Tamamori cannot be possibly planning to decorate birthday cakes with five whole cans of whipped cream.
"What?" Tamamori says defensively, turning a delicate shade of pink. "I... like whipped cream."
"You mean, Miyacchi likes whipped cream," Senga corrects him, grinning from ear to ear.
"None of your business," Tamamori squeaks, clearly attempting to sound dignified and grandly failing at it. "Shut up, Kenpi."
"Yes," Senga says sagely, "None of my business what you and Miyata get up to in bed."