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writetomyheart2015-10-09 11:57 pm
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[Team Sonic] First Come, First Served
uh more JE dudes with cutie buttmarks fic. Kisumai this time. Stupid Rachel made me bullshit out all their marks and how they got them XD
Start words from Playground Days
Before he ran off to find his friends like usual, Senga skidded to a stop in front of Kitayama, sneakers squeaking on the practice room floor as he rocked on his feet a little. To Kitayama, the 13-year-old always seemed like nothing but a pair of big brown eyes, sweet but always kind of anxious, under a poof of practice-mussed hair. They'd gotten to know each other a little bit better since Kityama had spent the night at Senga's house a couple times, but the age gap between them was too wide for them to be anything like friends yet.
"Hey," Senga said. "Can I show you something?"
"I guess so," Kitayama said warily, a little concerned by the way that Senga was glancing around to see if anyone was watching them plus the way his hands were hovering at the waistband of his sweatpants. He opened his mouth to object as, sure enough, Senga shoved down one side of his sweats, but then paused when he saw what Senga was showing him.
Senga's mark was faint like a rising beauty mark, the lines too new to have darkened up yet, but Kitayama could make out what looked like the outline of a thunderbolt through a pair of lips.
"We match, right?" Senga prompted when Kitayama was silent for another couple seconds. "I've seen yours, on your butt, when you're changing. It's a skate but there's a pair of lips on there as a logo, right?"
"Uh-huh," Kityama was forced to admit. It had been weird enough to have his mark show up before he even got the phone call about whether he'd passed his audition, but now to have baby-faced Senga matching him…maybe his mom had been right to laugh in his face when he said he was going to be an idol. "Well…how about that. Hm."
"Makes sense," Senga said, tugging his sweats back up. Kitayama raised an eyebrow, because he did not agree. "Since we're the 'kiss.' You know, K and S."
"Missing a letter there," Kitayama reminded. He glanced over Senga's shoulder. "Think any of the other guys…"
Across the room, Fujigaya and Yokoo were all but shouting at each other, something about Yokoo's bag, while Matsumoto and Tomita tried to pretend nothing was happening and Iida pinched his nose in irritation.
Senga took a tiny step closer to Kitayama. "Maybe…not so much."
Start words from Playground Days
Before he ran off to find his friends like usual, Senga skidded to a stop in front of Kitayama, sneakers squeaking on the practice room floor as he rocked on his feet a little. To Kitayama, the 13-year-old always seemed like nothing but a pair of big brown eyes, sweet but always kind of anxious, under a poof of practice-mussed hair. They'd gotten to know each other a little bit better since Kityama had spent the night at Senga's house a couple times, but the age gap between them was too wide for them to be anything like friends yet.
"Hey," Senga said. "Can I show you something?"
"I guess so," Kitayama said warily, a little concerned by the way that Senga was glancing around to see if anyone was watching them plus the way his hands were hovering at the waistband of his sweatpants. He opened his mouth to object as, sure enough, Senga shoved down one side of his sweats, but then paused when he saw what Senga was showing him.
Senga's mark was faint like a rising beauty mark, the lines too new to have darkened up yet, but Kitayama could make out what looked like the outline of a thunderbolt through a pair of lips.
"We match, right?" Senga prompted when Kitayama was silent for another couple seconds. "I've seen yours, on your butt, when you're changing. It's a skate but there's a pair of lips on there as a logo, right?"
"Uh-huh," Kityama was forced to admit. It had been weird enough to have his mark show up before he even got the phone call about whether he'd passed his audition, but now to have baby-faced Senga matching him…maybe his mom had been right to laugh in his face when he said he was going to be an idol. "Well…how about that. Hm."
"Makes sense," Senga said, tugging his sweats back up. Kitayama raised an eyebrow, because he did not agree. "Since we're the 'kiss.' You know, K and S."
"Missing a letter there," Kitayama reminded. He glanced over Senga's shoulder. "Think any of the other guys…"
Across the room, Fujigaya and Yokoo were all but shouting at each other, something about Yokoo's bag, while Matsumoto and Tomita tried to pretend nothing was happening and Iida pinched his nose in irritation.
Senga took a tiny step closer to Kitayama. "Maybe…not so much."
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it makes me happy almost as much as Tama's colour-aura fic you wrote (still one of my all time favourites ♥ )
I hope there'll be more of this \XD/
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Mousiiiiii I really like this concept.
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And then Taipi's starts matching not much later and they're both like, are you fucking kidding me. Kisumai problems.
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Yeah probably I'll just keep sonicing little bits. I'm not sure there's a coherent idea behind this anywhere.
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Nika + tramp stamp = A+
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