#outrvn

[prettyboycatcher]

just because we're "dating" doesn't mean you get boyfriend privileges. i mean me being nice to you. its not happening. :^)

Haha, you’re cruel! But that’s why I like you so much. It’s not like anyone else will “date” you, anyways. :)

[cptncatch-blog]

happy birthday captain guess what i'm your present. and no i don't have the receipt so don't even try it.

why would i ask for a receipt when you’re everything i could ever want :^)

[cptncatch-blog]

TO: [ KURAMOCHI ] [SMS]: ...we have to talk, kuramochi. [SMS]: so, marshal’s moving in my town and i don’t know what to do. [SMS]: how do i get him to stay? he’s my favorite villager! help!

[cptncatch-blog]

parties, yeah, whatever, cool.  it’s for a friend and out of his exceptional good will, miyuki volunteers to play pretend boyfriend to ward off unwanted dudes.  of course, that also most likely means he’s going to be shown off as arm candy, but what the hell.  it’s not like he really cares about any of these nameless strangers in a crowded apartment anyway.  oh well.  at least it destroys the monotony of life.

 amongst the writhing bodies awkwardly pulsing to heavy bass, miyuki’s sitting behind on the sofa, idly observing the crowd of tangled limbs.  he’s got his fourth drink in his hand and his ‘girlfriend’s’ out mingling with some guy he barely caught the name of, but all’s good.

it’s all good until he catches a glimpse of somebody familiar between the distance of a stranger’s legs.

how long has it been?  his heart tightens in his chest and he’s lost staring.  suddenly, he doesn’t really know what to say, but he knows he’s got to say something.  ...or he could run.  yeah, he’s going to run.  yepp, time to leave!  with a nervous apology, he’s slipping away from the couch, bumping into every body he could possibly bump into, trying to make his way to the door as quickly as he possible.  every step is sloppy - it’s clear the alcohol’s getting to him and somehow, ( somehow ), he’s clutching to the one person he’s avoided for three years.  the world is spinning, but he doesn’t know why.

“kuramochi,” he laughs, voice hopeless as he’s trying to untangle himself from the other’s limbs.  “i don’t know what i’ve been drinking, but you’ve got to drink some, haha.”  he pretends like time hasn’t passed between either of them at all.  he pretends like everything’s okay.  “what took you so long?  you should have rescued me sooner.”

[goldenrookie]

build, hands + other.

eijun never feels super tall and doesn’t really register his height, but he isn’t exactly the shortest, at the same time. he tops out at 5′9 but is probably bound to grow another inch or two before the end of his third year. while his frame isn’t exactly the most broad, currently, his shoulders are wide and he’s slowly filling out more the more he trains under the seido regimen. he’s muscular (or just really really toned, depending on how you look at it), but more so in the right places. he strength lies evenly throughout his entire body, especially in his thighs and back which is decently relative to his pitching form. he’s surprisingly lean for the sweets he enjoys to snack on from time to time (pudding is his favourite!) but that’s most likely because of all the running that he does in his spare time.

eijun has pitcher hands, to put it simply. his fingers are long and decently slim, palms broad enough to handle a ball with ease but not overwhelming, at the same time. they’re rough - slightly - mainly from baseball and from the yard work that he used to do back home in nagano. his nails are always clipped and painted with a clear strengthener, hands lotioned up to his elbows. he’s pretty meticulous about taking care of his nails and hands considering those are his main tool when playing baseball, especially as a pitcher. while both of his hands are decently strong, there’s an obvious difference with the strength of his left hand and how he prefers it to using his right. while his hands may be rough, eijun is prone to touching things more gently and handling things with care to make sure that he isn’t exactly overwhelming. he’s decently mindful of his hands, however, especially considering how sensitive they are (especially his fingers, seeing as how he handles a ball). you could say he’s pretty enjoyable to hold hands with, even with the way he gives attention to someone else’s.

other!! eijun is freckled lightly across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose and somewhat on his shoulders, as well. he’s tan skinned. eijun is SUPER FLEXIBLE like .. you wouldn’t believe this kid is so flexible. he’s very willing to be bent in many different positions and doesn’t exactly feel satisfied stretching unless someone else helps him and is able to force him into deeper stretches. he will literally melt and do whatever you ask if you help him with something so simple. literally puppy dog.

[goldenrookie]

♂ !!

♂ - something my muse believes in.

eijun believes in his friends more than anything. no matter who they are - whether they’re his friends from akagi in middle school or the people at seido, he believes in all of them more than anything and places all his trust and loyalty in them. he doesn’t really care about whether they’re close or not, they’re still friends to him no matter what. he’s trusting to a fault and finds himself committing to things fully before anything else without any kind of hesitation. so he basically ends up throwing himself into relationships headfirst without a second thought, especially if he knows he can trust or rely on that person - or potentially be a backbone for him. ultimately, though, the people surrounding in him are the number one thing he believes in.

if you want to talk about anything else that he believes in, he’s SLIGHTLY superstitious. he’s fascinated by aliens but isn’t sure whether he believes in them fully or not. however, he’s pretty gullible and believes in ghosts and other unnatural spirits/demons/etc. he also believed in santa bringing presents until he was probably 11 or 12, considering the naivety that he did have (and still does, to a degree).

he’s kind of the type to believe in a lot .. or anything, if you’re convincing enough.

[divinepersona-blog]

outrvn

I brainstormed for, like, 40 minutes on how to greet you in a creative way but. Nope. This nasty cold just won’t let me.  ‘Sup.