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MORE OF YOUR AND FUTOIMEGANE RP NOW pls
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Whoah there, anon. Calm thyself. I know smut is popular, but do be patient. Whenever they reply I'll reply. There's no need to rush.))
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@ futoimegane
It'd been too long. That was his measure of how long it'd been since he'd last met with Saruhiko. If anything, he just neglected to check the time anymore. Inevitably, whenever he'd look to the clock it'd only be.. five minutes or at most an hour. Time was passing way to damn slow. Or his wounds were taking too damn long to heal.
Eventually, even with Yata's constant overestimation of his progress, the wounds sealed themselves.. Not without a scar here and there, but for the most part he was back to himself. and in fighting form.
He didn't want to be the one to call. He'd had his PDA open more than once, ready to press the send button.. but.. Shit, that'd be kind of pathetic wouldn't it? He sighed as he just let his arm fall to his side. There was no way he was calling that guy. It'd just be a lot easier...
Yeah. Even as Yata stood at the blue's doorstep with his arm ready to knock.. Even this was hard. God, if Saru teased him about this even once.. He'd kill him, and break all of his furniture. Easily.
Raising up his hand he gave a few short raps on the door before walking back and trying to appear as casual as possible. This is just one of those 'I happened to be in the neighborhood' visits.. Not the 'look at how I've healed, wanna do something about it?' visit.
♥♥♥♥♥♥ IS THIS EVEN NECESSARY /ducks to avoid bat and/or skateboard wwww
((OOC: Gurrlll.. We all know that's gonna happen.))
Nudges Misaki's side with his elbow to get the smaller boy's attention, almost causing the other to lose his balance - an unreadable expression hiding behind the blue's thick-rimmed spectacles. Silently, he hands Misaki a note with 'Merry Christmas' scribbled over it, refusing to ask for it out loud as he looks the other way stubbornly. '...tsk.' ...
Glancing at the other with confusion he just took the note from his hand. Why all the secrecy? Reading it he just gave a small laugh. "You could've just asked, Saru." Seriously, he was making it more embarrassing this way.
Yata leaned up to kiss the blue as he crumpled the note in his hand.
Fushimi even dressed casually for this, mainly because he didn't want to be spotted right away as he stepped into Homra territory. ...tsk, this was way too troublesome after all. Sneaking up to where the Homra bar was just to deliver a small package - the name Yata Misaki scribbled over the wrapping - he tried to be as fast as possible. Fushimi knew that Misaki busted his old mp3 player before, and that he was too poor to get a new one. Leaving it at the doorstep, he made his escape in a hurry.
Of course Yata was the one who had to go out and fetch more liquor for the bar. He was tending it on Christmas eve. Not that the date meant all that much to him, but it was still kind of a drag.
Through the snow he couldn't notice the package on the doorstep and nearly killed himself tripping over the thing. Picking it up, he brushed off the snow..
Yata Misaki
It'd been a while since he'd seen that handwriting, but there was no mistaking it. Slowly he tore it open, only to give a small laugh seeing the mp3 player.
Even though he didn't have anything on it yet, he still plugged it into his headphones. "Thanks.. Saruhiko."
futoimegane replied to your post: Out of Colours; why do i listen to some of the...
((OOC: Hello princess~ - hope you had a good time. ♥ ))
Out of Colours; hehe, thanks. i did! but the great times really begin tomorrow. c; thats my mothers night to get completely drunk. and we made a bet, she thinks she can drink me under the table.
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What is this jibber-jabberery?))
