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[team two] untitled snippet
This is part of a (Kansai) twin tower fic I'm still trying to finish writing. It's going to be painful. Really, really painful―part of the reason why I failed to finish it on time.
"Cream in the window, seriously?" Kotaki grumbled as he stepped out and grabbed a dishrag from somewhere in the unfortunate-looking pile of pieces of cloth in the storage closet. He ran it under the tap in the toilet before going back into the studio, but as he began to press the cloth against the glass, something caught his eye.
I'm here, was the almost-unnoticeable squiggle written in crude kana in the midst of all the mess.
Kotaki stopped short. He rubbed his eyes with his free arm, not quite believing his eyes. The words were still there.
"Wh-who's here?" he asked, his voice trembling. He turned his head 'round, searching for any sign of the other boys, on high alert for any sort of noise... of any sound of their giggles. "This isn't a nice prank, guys," he continued as he was met with silence. When he turned back to the mess of cream on the glass, there was a new word.
Ryusei.
With tears forming at the edges of his eyes, he dropped the dishrag, his other hand coming up to cover the wide 'o' of his mouth.
Tag, you're it.
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"Cream in the window, seriously?" Kotaki grumbled as he stepped out and grabbed a dishrag from somewhere in the unfortunate-looking pile of pieces of cloth in the storage closet. He ran it under the tap in the toilet before going back into the studio, but as he began to press the cloth against the glass, something caught his eye.
I'm here, was the almost-unnoticeable squiggle written in crude kana in the midst of all the mess.
Kotaki stopped short. He rubbed his eyes with his free arm, not quite believing his eyes. The words were still there.
"Wh-who's here?" he asked, his voice trembling. He turned his head 'round, searching for any sign of the other boys, on high alert for any sort of noise... of any sound of their giggles. "This isn't a nice prank, guys," he continued as he was met with silence. When he turned back to the mess of cream on the glass, there was a new word.
Ryusei.
With tears forming at the edges of his eyes, he dropped the dishrag, his other hand coming up to cover the wide 'o' of his mouth.
Tag, you're it.
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...and uhm, i keep forgetting to ask, but would you like me to poke/tag/whatever you somewhere else when your turn comes up or just here's fine already? :D
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I have my notifications set up so I can get 'em by email (started doing that during the last few rounds) (lmao maybe I should get around to turning it off again, but effort), I'm just really late. I mean to say here is fine. ;;
Also, I have a feeling I've seen you elsewhere before, in another lifetime (aka another fandom). Were you by any chance once a fan of Tokio Hotel (past tense or present tense sorry idk)?
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Of all my past and present fandoms i didn't expect being asked about that but Yessssss i was a huge fan of tokio hotel before :) i don't follow them that much now but they'll always have a place in my heart :D
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I knew it. :D/ Hello, fellow Alien. I'm sorry if Alien isn't what you call the collective fandom, it's just--old habits die hard (even though I've moved on to sparklier gays ...I mean idols).
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