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writetomyheart2012-10-03 10:22 pm
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[team 1] Pink
New round! As brought up last time we’ll (just speaking for team 1) will be trying a theme challenge for this round for those that are interested. Since no one on the team made any suggestions I went power mad and decided the theme would be color/colour however you spell it. Remember the theme is not mandatory it’s just for anyone wanting an extra challenge and all I lazily did was mention a colour.
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“Happier than Chitanda when she knows the answer to a mystery.” and Miyata skims fingers up the inside of Tamamori’s arm. Charters paths across the pale white skin and memorizes the way Tamamori twitches as he draws soft hearts and shapes on the inside of his elbow and then travels higher exploring newly defined lines of muscle.
When he reaches the hem of a sleeve of an expensive monochrome t-shirt he tugs and watches as the neckline stretches and pulls to the side exposing clavicle and drawing Miyata’s attention to the blush of pink blossoming behind Tamamori’s ears. Miyata leans closer until his nose brushes against the same soft skin and then lips skim along the line of Tamamori's jaw.
“Tama-chan makes me happier than whipped cream because I lo—”
“Stop it.” and then for added measure Tamamori, apparently at his limit, pokes and pinches and punches until Miyata shuffles back to his side of the sofa the regulated foot of distance between their bodies again.
“You should stop ignoring then.”
“I’m not ignoring you,” Tamamori replies after rolling his eyes at Miyata’s hammy pout, “You said you wanted to watch this variety show too.”
“I meant ignoring how you feel about me.” Miyata murmurs as his eyes droop melancholic but Tamamori doesn’t answer, pretends he doesn’t hear or notice over the loud laughter and garish colours of the flickering television.
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noella84 your turn~
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“Happier than Chitanda when she knows the answer to a mystery.” and Miyata skims fingers up the inside of Tamamori’s arm. Charters paths across the pale white skin and memorizes the way Tamamori twitches as he draws soft hearts and shapes on the inside of his elbow and then travels higher exploring newly defined lines of muscle.
When he reaches the hem of a sleeve of an expensive monochrome t-shirt he tugs and watches as the neckline stretches and pulls to the side exposing clavicle and drawing Miyata’s attention to the blush of pink blossoming behind Tamamori’s ears. Miyata leans closer until his nose brushes against the same soft skin and then lips skim along the line of Tamamori's jaw.
“Tama-chan makes me happier than whipped cream because I lo—”
“Stop it.” and then for added measure Tamamori, apparently at his limit, pokes and pinches and punches until Miyata shuffles back to his side of the sofa the regulated foot of distance between their bodies again.
“You should stop ignoring then.”
“I’m not ignoring you,” Tamamori replies after rolling his eyes at Miyata’s hammy pout, “You said you wanted to watch this variety show too.”
“I meant ignoring how you feel about me.” Miyata murmurs as his eyes droop melancholic but Tamamori doesn’t answer, pretends he doesn’t hear or notice over the loud laughter and garish colours of the flickering television.
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noella84 your turn~