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writetomyheart2012-10-13 04:10 pm
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[team 1] early days
Small and pointless as I'm supposed to be working on self-exchange (which I think a few of us are so feel free to go super super slow team one).
Theme is first(s).
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Proud is an understatement, smug perhaps a better term or trully just annoying Tamamori settles on, so much so he toys with the idea of retracting his previous agreement if only to see the frustratingly wide happy grin that’s been spread across Miyata’s face for a week fall.
He smirks to himself and his bento as he imagines Miyata’s shocked expression if he did, better than any punch.
Yet Tamamori doesn’t and it seems too late now as he’s already at the station and through the scatter of commuters he spots Miyata across the road waiting by a quieter meeting spot. There’s still the option of mailing for Tamamori to contemplate; countless excuses to choose from, sudden schedule changes or sick pets or write that he changed his mind, that he won’t be coming, simple as.
But Tamamori suspects watching in the shadows as Miyata reacts to such a message wouldn’t be quite that fun and it seems pointless as the infuriating grin is already gone. Instead Miyata shuffles nervously about in his bright red sneakers, worrying on his lower lip between glances to his watch every 5 seconds.
Miyata only breaks into a simple small smile as soon as he spots Tamamori crossing the street, still bites on his lip nervously but once Tamamori’s within reach tangles their fingers together.
Just for a moment he pleads against Tamamori’s token protest and wins with a because it’s our first date.
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noella84 ( ～・◻・)～
Theme is first(s).
◊
Proud is an understatement, smug perhaps a better term or trully just annoying Tamamori settles on, so much so he toys with the idea of retracting his previous agreement if only to see the frustratingly wide happy grin that’s been spread across Miyata’s face for a week fall.
He smirks to himself and his bento as he imagines Miyata’s shocked expression if he did, better than any punch.
Yet Tamamori doesn’t and it seems too late now as he’s already at the station and through the scatter of commuters he spots Miyata across the road waiting by a quieter meeting spot. There’s still the option of mailing for Tamamori to contemplate; countless excuses to choose from, sudden schedule changes or sick pets or write that he changed his mind, that he won’t be coming, simple as.
But Tamamori suspects watching in the shadows as Miyata reacts to such a message wouldn’t be quite that fun and it seems pointless as the infuriating grin is already gone. Instead Miyata shuffles nervously about in his bright red sneakers, worrying on his lower lip between glances to his watch every 5 seconds.
Miyata only breaks into a simple small smile as soon as he spots Tamamori crossing the street, still bites on his lip nervously but once Tamamori’s within reach tangles their fingers together.
Just for a moment he pleads against Tamamori’s token protest and wins with a because it’s our first date.
noella84 ( ～・◻・)～
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