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writetomyheart2012-12-11 10:24 pm
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Mine, My Own, My Precious
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dusk037 is skipping, it's my turn~ /o/
In other news: The Hobbits UK premiere is tomorrow~!!Which is probably what inspired this...
“Mine, my own, my precious~” hissed Miyata in an uncanny imitation of Gollum, possessively stroking the gold ring he had dug out from somewhere within the depths of the costume accessories cupboard.
Tamamori rolled his eyes in exasperation as Senga and Nikaido burst into hysterical giggles. And then he did a double-take when he saw his best friend’s face.
“Just how long were you up last night?” he asked, frowning at the dark circles under Miyata’s eyes.
The otaku grinned sheepishly as he shrugged. “My brother wanted to watch all the Lord of the Rings movies before he went to see the new one later today so I stayed up to watch it with him.”
“Miyacchi’s so nice~” chorused NiSen, before bursting into another bout of hysterical giggles.
Meanwhile, Tamamori poked his best friend in the forehead, not satisfied with his answer at all. “Seriously, Toshiya, when did you go to sleep last night? Or should it be this morning?”
“Um,” replied Miyata, shifty eyes and stalling.
Tamamori’s frown turned into a glower.
“Never...?”
Tamamori huffed. “Honestly,” he muttered, throwing himself into the seat beside Miyata, “this is why you’re not allowed to be left alone.” He reached over to pull the other man down, settling his best friend’s head in his lap. “Rest, you look like shit.”
Miyata peered up at Tamamori, a little awed and a little curious. “Tama-chan, a large cup of coffee and some caffeine roll-on would do exactly the same thing,” he explained, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the dressing table. “I know either you or Gaya-san have one in those big make-up bags you carry around.”
“I said rest,” ordered Tamamori, frowning down at his best friend. “Those are for emergency use only.”
Miyata opened his mouth, about to protest again, then decided not to. Instead, he buried his face into the fabric of Tamamori’s jeans, a hand reaching up to curl around the other’s knee.
“Mine, my own, my precious~” he murmured softly in a completely different voice to earlier, this time reverent and loving.
Tamamori blushed, and hoped NiSen hadn’t overheard that last part.
Your turn,dreamweavernyx~!!
Also, edit tags as you see fit.
dusk037 is skipping, it's my turn~ /o/In other news: The Hobbits UK premiere is tomorrow~!!
“Mine, my own, my precious~” hissed Miyata in an uncanny imitation of Gollum, possessively stroking the gold ring he had dug out from somewhere within the depths of the costume accessories cupboard.
Tamamori rolled his eyes in exasperation as Senga and Nikaido burst into hysterical giggles. And then he did a double-take when he saw his best friend’s face.
“Just how long were you up last night?” he asked, frowning at the dark circles under Miyata’s eyes.
The otaku grinned sheepishly as he shrugged. “My brother wanted to watch all the Lord of the Rings movies before he went to see the new one later today so I stayed up to watch it with him.”
“Miyacchi’s so nice~” chorused NiSen, before bursting into another bout of hysterical giggles.
Meanwhile, Tamamori poked his best friend in the forehead, not satisfied with his answer at all. “Seriously, Toshiya, when did you go to sleep last night? Or should it be this morning?”
“Um,” replied Miyata, shifty eyes and stalling.
Tamamori’s frown turned into a glower.
“Never...?”
Tamamori huffed. “Honestly,” he muttered, throwing himself into the seat beside Miyata, “this is why you’re not allowed to be left alone.” He reached over to pull the other man down, settling his best friend’s head in his lap. “Rest, you look like shit.”
Miyata peered up at Tamamori, a little awed and a little curious. “Tama-chan, a large cup of coffee and some caffeine roll-on would do exactly the same thing,” he explained, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the dressing table. “I know either you or Gaya-san have one in those big make-up bags you carry around.”
“I said rest,” ordered Tamamori, frowning down at his best friend. “Those are for emergency use only.”
Miyata opened his mouth, about to protest again, then decided not to. Instead, he buried his face into the fabric of Tamamori’s jeans, a hand reaching up to curl around the other’s knee.
“Mine, my own, my precious~” he murmured softly in a completely different voice to earlier, this time reverent and loving.
Tamamori blushed, and hoped NiSen hadn’t overheard that last part.
Your turn,
dreamweavernyx~!!
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