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writetomyheart2014-09-06 07:49 pm
jojibear.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2014-09-06 07:49 pm
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[Team 1] Leaving Things For You To Find
I have no idea what this is. It's likely never going to happen again either /sobs.
This one's for you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aprilclash, precious one ♥
Since Vix is extended hiatusing (hope you're having fun in the States!!), I choose you,yararanger! /throws Pokéball.
This one's for you,
aprilclash, precious one ♥"Craziest idea ever," Ueda mutters, turning the television off with a flick of his wrist.
"It's a fine line," Shigeaki murmurs, his voice muffled. There's a red fineliner clenched between his teeth and his eyes haven't left the sheets of paper in his grasp since he picked them up.
"Nope," the other man says, popping the last syllable in irritation, "not genius. Just plain crazy."
"Well, they're not exactly known as a serious group," the writer comments, "and yet here we are. Their national image is a group of dorks and yet the company has agreed to allow them full reign over the music they producd. For one, I'm interested in seeing what sort of stuff they'll come up with."
Ueda's hum of begrudging agreement is suddenly drowned out by the violent clattering of his phone vibrating on the wooden coffee table top. It breaks Shige's attention, the NEWS member sliding a curious glance over at the loud piece of technology.
"It's Ryo."
Ueda grunts as he stands, padding over to the guitar stand by the living room window.
"You're not going to pick up?" It's less a question than a statement, despite the inquiring tone. "He's going to pester you until you do."
Ueda shrugs, sitting down on a plush rug and settling his favorite acoustic in his lap. He starts plucking a few chords just as his phone quietens down.
"Fifteen seconds," Shige predicts, putting his pen and papers down so he can fish his phone out of the satchel slumped on the floor by the coffee table.
"Twenty," Ueda counters.
It was closer to thirty seconds when Shige's phone begins to ring.
"You guys are supposed to pick up at the first ring when I call you," is the first thing they hear Ryo yell. It's not anger or frustration that colours his voice, though; it's excitement, the exhilaration of having just announced that Kanjani8 will now be masters of their own music hyping him up.
"Sorry," Shige replies, not a single bit apologetic, "was busy. Congratulations, by the way."
"You guys saw, then?"
"We couldn't have missed it even if we tried," Ueda answers, yelling from where he sat. "You left reminders everywhere."
Shige laughs. "You might want to tone down the post-it note usage next time."
"It's a fine line," Shigeaki murmurs, his voice muffled. There's a red fineliner clenched between his teeth and his eyes haven't left the sheets of paper in his grasp since he picked them up.
"Nope," the other man says, popping the last syllable in irritation, "not genius. Just plain crazy."
"Well, they're not exactly known as a serious group," the writer comments, "and yet here we are. Their national image is a group of dorks and yet the company has agreed to allow them full reign over the music they producd. For one, I'm interested in seeing what sort of stuff they'll come up with."
Ueda's hum of begrudging agreement is suddenly drowned out by the violent clattering of his phone vibrating on the wooden coffee table top. It breaks Shige's attention, the NEWS member sliding a curious glance over at the loud piece of technology.
"It's Ryo."
Ueda grunts as he stands, padding over to the guitar stand by the living room window.
"You're not going to pick up?" It's less a question than a statement, despite the inquiring tone. "He's going to pester you until you do."
Ueda shrugs, sitting down on a plush rug and settling his favorite acoustic in his lap. He starts plucking a few chords just as his phone quietens down.
"Fifteen seconds," Shige predicts, putting his pen and papers down so he can fish his phone out of the satchel slumped on the floor by the coffee table.
"Twenty," Ueda counters.
It was closer to thirty seconds when Shige's phone begins to ring.
"You guys are supposed to pick up at the first ring when I call you," is the first thing they hear Ryo yell. It's not anger or frustration that colours his voice, though; it's excitement, the exhilaration of having just announced that Kanjani8 will now be masters of their own music hyping him up.
"Sorry," Shige replies, not a single bit apologetic, "was busy. Congratulations, by the way."
"You guys saw, then?"
"We couldn't have missed it even if we tried," Ueda answers, yelling from where he sat. "You left reminders everywhere."
Shige laughs. "You might want to tone down the post-it note usage next time."
Since Vix is extended hiatusing (hope you're having fun in the States!!), I choose you,
yararanger! /throws Pokéball.
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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH.
SHIGE EDITING HIS MANUSCRIPT AWWW BB. UEDA THE GROUCH. EXCITABLE RYO WHO LEAVES POST IT NOTES EVERYWHERE.
/rolls away with feelings
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sorry bae, i'm a poop and i have the worst memory and i thought i had left a comment ;A;
ok just, this is so short and tiny and pretty like a miniature doll with a complicated lolita dress full of accessories, but tiny, and i love it. i love that shige and ueda wouldn't probably have a reason to be together and be friends if it wasn't for ryo, and then he calls and he knows they're together, and he complains that they didn't asnwer the prone for him, like a spoiled little king, and they just patronise him because HE'S RYO, he's ryo and they love him.
and i'm so proud, so terribly proud because i made you write jpop fics again and you wrote this little beautiful thing for me, wow, i don't deserve such honour, but now that you've written it for me it's mine anyway and i'll treasure it forever thank you baek ilu
it's 2am now sorry not coherent but i just HAD to leave a comment i feel so ashamed i couldn't do it earlierno subject
I'm glad you liked it~ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧