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writetomyheart2013-03-14 12:50 am
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[team 1] poetic
Just something silly this round.
"Fuck" is too strong a word, Nino thinks, and while he has very strong feelings about the subject he's writing about, he also has very strong feelings about being able to show his work to his mother. "I don't know what you do in your room all day," she'd said that afternoon while expertly slicing up study snacks, thk-thk-thk against the cutting board. "I'm seriously concerned about you, Kazunari. Whacking off shouldn't take that long. We can go see the doctor for that kind of thing."
There would be no doctor's visits, Nino had assured her. He was just writing poetry.
Thk-thk-thk. "That doesn't ease my worries at all." Thk-thk. Kuh-clack. "Now take these veggies to your room and masturbate like a normal teenager."
Nino rips into a celery stick with his back teeth, grinding it down like a dinosaur as he taps the tip of his pen against the paper. He's struggling with how to write about his shoe locker buddy in an ode that sufficiently captures all of his perfectly healthy hormonal teenage urges. "Fuck" is too strong, definitely. "Caress with his dick" is appropriately poetic but too many syllables for the line he's finishing off. The wiseass answer that comes to him is to leave a line of empty characters, like the censorship of postwar literature, except that instead of sensitive criticism of the American Occupation, it's an unspoken reference to how he wants to touch Ohkura's penis with his penis.
Nino leans back and reads over his poem, nodding when he gets to the final empty line. Satisfactory. A good day's work.
He supposes homework is on the horizon, but so is the moon. Nino crawls toward his PlayStation and reverently presses the power button. There's homework to be done, certainly, but there are also cars to be stolen, and one of these is more important than the other.
"Fuck" is too strong a word, Nino thinks, and while he has very strong feelings about the subject he's writing about, he also has very strong feelings about being able to show his work to his mother. "I don't know what you do in your room all day," she'd said that afternoon while expertly slicing up study snacks, thk-thk-thk against the cutting board. "I'm seriously concerned about you, Kazunari. Whacking off shouldn't take that long. We can go see the doctor for that kind of thing."
There would be no doctor's visits, Nino had assured her. He was just writing poetry.
Thk-thk-thk. "That doesn't ease my worries at all." Thk-thk. Kuh-clack. "Now take these veggies to your room and masturbate like a normal teenager."
Nino rips into a celery stick with his back teeth, grinding it down like a dinosaur as he taps the tip of his pen against the paper. He's struggling with how to write about his shoe locker buddy in an ode that sufficiently captures all of his perfectly healthy hormonal teenage urges. "Fuck" is too strong, definitely. "Caress with his dick" is appropriately poetic but too many syllables for the line he's finishing off. The wiseass answer that comes to him is to leave a line of empty characters, like the censorship of postwar literature, except that instead of sensitive criticism of the American Occupation, it's an unspoken reference to how he wants to touch Ohkura's penis with his penis.
Nino leans back and reads over his poem, nodding when he gets to the final empty line. Satisfactory. A good day's work.
He supposes homework is on the horizon, but so is the moon. Nino crawls toward his PlayStation and reverently presses the power button. There's homework to be done, certainly, but there are also cars to be stolen, and one of these is more important than the other.
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I burst into giggles at how he wants to touch Ohkura's penis with his penis. he's such a poet that ninomiyata kazunari and I hope ohkura catches the reference to postwar literature censorship and doesn't just think nino was too lazy to finish the poem.
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ah this is good. thank you <3