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writetomyheart2014-12-26 04:42 pm
ltgmars.livejournal.com) wrote in writetomyheart2014-12-26 04:42 pm
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[team four] random Junba
This is a whole lot of nothing, but I guess it's better than no nothing at all.
The feature Jun painstakingly writes for the magazine's special edition doesn't make the final cut. It's easy to blame the editorial team who decided to change the theme at the last minute, or Sakurai, who'd been the one to encourage him to write a bum story in the first place, but in the end it's easiest to blame himself -- if he'd written something, anything, of worth, they'd have found a way to use it.
So Jun heads to his favorite bar, with his notes on the best places in Tokyo for families to mingle as his only companion, and slumps into a seat at the counter. Seconds later, the bartender slides a drink toward him. Jun looks up at Aiba and nods in appreciation, glad and also a little distraught that he's enough of a regular that they know not only what he likes to drink but also what he needs depending on what kind of day he looks like he's had.
Jun picks up the glass of gin and tips it slightly in his hand. "That bad, huh?"
Aiba chuckles and shakes his head, reaching for a glass to polish. "You never look bad, MatsuJun. But today you look a little empty, so I thought that'd be a good way to start filling you back up."
Jun smiles slightly into the sip he takes. It burns on the way down, but Aiba's fond look warms him up even more. "I've got this whole shitty article about places where families can meet. You want some tips?"
Aiba shrugs. "Only if I can bring my monkey instead." He puts his polished glass down and picks up the next.
Jun knows better than to assume it's a euphemism because he's actually seen photos of said monkey, so he just smirks and lets his gaze fall on Aiba's hands at work. Long fingers turn the glass in measured increments against the soft cloth, and Jun marvels not for the first time at how precise the movements are for such an imprecise looking fellow. They bask in the familiar silence for a bit longer, and Jun massages his drink down his throat now and again, not bothering to hide where his eyes are going because he's got nowhere else to put them.
"Let's go together next time," Aiba says as he twists the bottle of gin cleanly away from Jun's renewed glass. Jun meets his eyes with a curious -- and not disinterested -- glance. "You got any info on monkey parks?"
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The feature Jun painstakingly writes for the magazine's special edition doesn't make the final cut. It's easy to blame the editorial team who decided to change the theme at the last minute, or Sakurai, who'd been the one to encourage him to write a bum story in the first place, but in the end it's easiest to blame himself -- if he'd written something, anything, of worth, they'd have found a way to use it.
So Jun heads to his favorite bar, with his notes on the best places in Tokyo for families to mingle as his only companion, and slumps into a seat at the counter. Seconds later, the bartender slides a drink toward him. Jun looks up at Aiba and nods in appreciation, glad and also a little distraught that he's enough of a regular that they know not only what he likes to drink but also what he needs depending on what kind of day he looks like he's had.
Jun picks up the glass of gin and tips it slightly in his hand. "That bad, huh?"
Aiba chuckles and shakes his head, reaching for a glass to polish. "You never look bad, MatsuJun. But today you look a little empty, so I thought that'd be a good way to start filling you back up."
Jun smiles slightly into the sip he takes. It burns on the way down, but Aiba's fond look warms him up even more. "I've got this whole shitty article about places where families can meet. You want some tips?"
Aiba shrugs. "Only if I can bring my monkey instead." He puts his polished glass down and picks up the next.
Jun knows better than to assume it's a euphemism because he's actually seen photos of said monkey, so he just smirks and lets his gaze fall on Aiba's hands at work. Long fingers turn the glass in measured increments against the soft cloth, and Jun marvels not for the first time at how precise the movements are for such an imprecise looking fellow. They bask in the familiar silence for a bit longer, and Jun massages his drink down his throat now and again, not bothering to hide where his eyes are going because he's got nowhere else to put them.
"Let's go together next time," Aiba says as he twists the bottle of gin cleanly away from Jun's renewed glass. Jun meets his eyes with a curious -- and not disinterested -- glance. "You got any info on monkey parks?"
Go ahead,
aleena_mokoia!