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soundczechfic) wrote2006-04-19 08:03 pm
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drabble request meme
As usual, I might get bored and not complete these. I always do it on a whim and then run out of steam and I'm not that good with like, responsibility.
I'm only opening to Prince of Tennis, Loveless, Nana and Veronica Mars drabbles. Or original, I guess, with prompt words. And maybe Tenimyu RPS, but I can't guarantee I'll be able to write all actors. I will do my best :( Request away.
I'm only opening to Prince of Tennis, Loveless, Nana and Veronica Mars drabbles. Or original, I guess, with prompt words. And maybe Tenimyu RPS, but I can't guarantee I'll be able to write all actors. I will do my best :( Request away.
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"What are you doing out here, Buchou?" Ryoma asks as he bounces toward him. "Hiding from Monkey King?"
Tezuka doesn't answer, but Ryoma takes his silence as affirmation and smirks. "Hn, I thought so."
He stands by Tezuka's feet shifting his weight from foot to foot so as not to fall over. He reaches a hand out to help Tezuka up. Tezuka's face is stony and serious and he says, "I'm not getting up."
"Why?" Ryoma bounces on the balls of his feet.
"I'm quite comfortable, thankyou," Tezuka says curtly, but Ryoma notices the pale, blue tone that his skin has taken on. He remembers once when he was seven his father made him ride a jumping castle with his hyperactive cousin Akira. Akira jumped so much that Ryoma threw up. He imagines Buchou throwing up all over them both. It's hard to imagine Buchou doing anything that graceless.
He kneels carefully at Tezuka's side and then leans back until they're sitting shoulder to shoulder with their backs against the wall. "This party is boring," Ryoma says, and they sit quietly together, shoulders and knees knocking together with the gentle sway of the jumping castle.
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they sit quietly together, shoulders and knees knocking together
ilu forever.
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the thought of him getting into the castle is killing me fcjyfugtlihk,jvnhgdht
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