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He’d never been very good at moving. As an infant, it had taken him quite the while to go from crawl to walk, and even before then he’d preferred to sit and scoot about rather than to go exploring, a habit he developed only later when he realized that was what legs were useful for. He’d never been the star at school when it came to P.E. classes, and his dance rehearsals had always been hell —but maybe it was his name ( ’ sea ’ and ’ flying ’ , and all knew that water and wind were ice ) or maybe it was in his birthday in the middle of the winter season but whatever it washe hadn’t tripped once yet." — CHO - CHAN, LOOK, I’M ON ONE LE - HEEEEEEEG — !! "Almost.His foot clattered down and he swung along a few meters at high sweep, yelping and swinging, before he regained control of himself and turned to skid in a halt very near to her." … well, something like that. "

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Getting backstage was a matter of luck and craftiness. It meant faking desired media involvement, quickly creating strong social contacts, honing the art of the pokerface or using one's own or a friend's best assets to create an appropriate distraction. Getting backstage, to ordinary folk, was nearly a thief's job. It was a lot easier when you'd formerly been the subject of such sneaking attempts yourself, though. " Hello, Ryuchohee - ssi. " He didn't show her his ID. " It's nice to see you again. "

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      " .. I'm really sorry, Rin. I -- did try to make time, but -- "                              What is more important                                       your family or your job?       " ... maa, I suppose there's really no excuse.                                          I'm just sorry. "                               But what when the two were one? 

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 [x] Sexy. [in the way a tub of icecream is…to someone who is lactose intolerant ! ]

      " -- so extremely desirable but eternally unavailable thus causing Shakespearian longing in its splendor unless a sorbet base !! Then I'm clearly much appreciated, loved, and welcomed. "

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      Millions of people pass each other by each day, drawn into themselves with no a single thought on the other lives brushing by their shoulders. Where these other people may be walking to, what music they preferred, if they'd maybe sit and drink a single coffee with you if you asked, out of the blue, with no real reason other than genuine interest in a stranger -- such occurrences came very little.          Lives tended to connect by accident, not on mid - street purpose, toe to toe and nearly head to head for these two, caps drawn across their gazes this mid - autumn.         " ah -- ! "            She'd tried not to be recognized, of course, but this close up, he knew those two green eyes.             The apology he'd intended to face her with turned into a run - away tone.         " ... ... Nakajima - san? ... 

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He knows that face. How could he not? There's little a soul that wouldn't. He sees his own in there. The smile he smiles is tired when he, cigarettes, sweets, and batteries in hand, steps aside to let her, carrying a single drink, one spot ahead of him in the small queue before the cash register.       " .. Would you like to? " 

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Though he has no other soul to use it for, he spends very little money on himself. There is the occasional exorbitant check for a new pair of shoes ( they’re his weakness, and he can’t help it ), but his bank account is otherwise guarded very frugally and sober.

Cleanly cut flowers are a luxury he permits himself every few days, however. His is a bachelor patch, and they help the place look ever so more slightly kept and lively. They also smell much better than he and his bad habits ever will. He pockets his cigarettes, and then ducks his head lightly as he enters.  " … Hello. "

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He'd never seen her much. Tourneys came and went, as did all festivities, and three of those ago he sat by her at the table and heard she'd be his wife. He took no liking to it, but neither an objection -- his heart belonged to love, forever, but his life to regulations, and she was no bride the qualms over which would keep him waking. Her manner sparkled, little, while he looked for the sun, but her pleasant manner was appeasing, and her softness ( it was strength that knocked him windblown ) he could live beside. She tingled, in a breezy gait of patters, with small hands, long hair quite fascinating, and a voice like silver starlight. He had no ring he'd made of such, not by his own promise, but she was to be crowned with his circlet nonetheless, with the Northern Hemisphere around her hair, carried by the spikes of Eridanus and Lepus. 

" -- Hello. " He greets her like he greets the evening: with a quiet submission to the end of day. " .. Hello. "  He comes up with no name, hesitant about their manner of address now. " ... Am I interrupting? "