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writetomyheart2013-07-18 11:57 pm
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[Team 2] Of course not
No time to write anything with substance, I apologize.
“I think peach matches your complexion,” Iwamoto grinned.
Sakuma crossed his arms, “I know I am stupid and everything but now you’re just trolling me!”
Looking at Miyadate, Iwamoto looked at the other with a ‘who, me?’ expression. Miyadate laughed and shoved at the other playfully.
Watanabe rolled his eyes, “Guys! Script! You guys have a script!” They were in the middle of rehearsing for their Crea shows and Watanabe turned out to be quite a strict ‘producer and director’. “Work now, fun later!”
“Yes, sir!” Miyadate and Iwamoto went back to their positions.
Iwamoto wrapped an arm around Sakuma and pulled the other closer. “Sakuma-san.”
“Madame!”
They continued to practice until one of the managers told them to wrap things up for the day.
Rummaging through his bag for his towel, Sakuma looked up when somebody bumped into him from behind. His head hit Iwamoto’s chest and he looked at the other’s face upside down.
“Mh?”
“Hi.”
“Hi?” Sakuma blinked.
Turning the other around, Iwamoto stole a short kiss. Pulling away he winked and grinned, “I still think it would be funny if you wore a princess dress to go with that blonde wig.”
The grin only widened when he saw Sakuma’s slightly sour expression.
“You just wanted to say this?”
Shaking his head, Iwamoto was about to lean down again, “Of course no-”
Fukazawa stuck his head back into the room, “Oh lovebirds, where art thou?”
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“I think peach matches your complexion,” Iwamoto grinned.
Sakuma crossed his arms, “I know I am stupid and everything but now you’re just trolling me!”
Looking at Miyadate, Iwamoto looked at the other with a ‘who, me?’ expression. Miyadate laughed and shoved at the other playfully.
Watanabe rolled his eyes, “Guys! Script! You guys have a script!” They were in the middle of rehearsing for their Crea shows and Watanabe turned out to be quite a strict ‘producer and director’. “Work now, fun later!”
“Yes, sir!” Miyadate and Iwamoto went back to their positions.
Iwamoto wrapped an arm around Sakuma and pulled the other closer. “Sakuma-san.”
“Madame!”
They continued to practice until one of the managers told them to wrap things up for the day.
Rummaging through his bag for his towel, Sakuma looked up when somebody bumped into him from behind. His head hit Iwamoto’s chest and he looked at the other’s face upside down.
“Mh?”
“Hi.”
“Hi?” Sakuma blinked.
Turning the other around, Iwamoto stole a short kiss. Pulling away he winked and grinned, “I still think it would be funny if you wore a princess dress to go with that blonde wig.”
The grin only widened when he saw Sakuma’s slightly sour expression.
“You just wanted to say this?”
Shaking his head, Iwamoto was about to lean down again, “Of course no-”
Fukazawa stuck his head back into the room, “Oh lovebirds, where art thou?”
Your turn
orangegreenlove