Mar 4, 2014
walken-stand replied to your post:☿
OH IT MEANT OJOU? I THOUGHT IT MEANT LIKE SHOJO PROTAG TYPE
I think so! That's what tv tropes is telling me anyways. ^___^;;
And a shojo protag, hm? *thinks*
EDIT: NO WAIT I THINK YOU'RE RIGHT, I-
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walken-stand replied to your post:☿
OH IT MEANT OJOU? I THOUGHT IT MEANT LIKE SHOJO PROTAG TYPE
I think so! That's what tv tropes is telling me anyways. ^___^;;
And a shojo protag, hm? *thinks*
EDIT: NO WAIT I THINK YOU'RE RIGHT, I-
"Trust me, I’m a doctor."
(*laughs a lot*)
"I....really think you need to get this seen to, Claire." Ran bit her lip as she surveyed the damage that Claire's latest target had done in his attempt to live. The wound, about 5 inches long and and inch deep was bleeding quite heavily. How her fiance wasn't rolling around in pain was a mystery to Ran. Pressing a cloth to the wound with as much pressure as she could exert, Ran nodded to herself. "Ok, pass me my cell phone, I'm calling a doctor."
A soft chuckle and a head shake followed. "You worry too much! There's no need for that." Claire leaned back, forcing Ran to lean with him to keep pressure on the wound. "Trust me, I’m a doctor."
.........
Ran raised her eyebrows, then fixed Claire with a 'how-stupid-do-you-think-I-am-baro?' look, snorting. "Yeah...of course. Well, even doctors need second opinions, so..." Holding out her hand in an imperious manner (mostly to hide her worry, she was rarely this short with Claire) for her phone, her lips quirked as Claire finally handed it over. "Alright, finaceé. What are we gonna tell them what happened?"
...Good question. Pressing down on the wound a little more, Ran bit her lip again, drawing a blank. "......I'll let you think of that."
Claimed
10. 4 days with me chained to their side
(Excuse me while I laugh manically)
It could only happen to her and Claire. That was something Ran was convinced of by now. Only this kind of stupid thing could happen to them. Note to self, don't go stealing Hattori's things to get back at him.
Raising the hand with the cuff attached to it, she smiled wryly at Claire. "The good news is that Hattori-kun's father has a key for this." she said.
"And the bad news?" Claire replied, eyebrow raised.
"He's away and it won't be here for about four days." she sighed, not missing Claire's stunned expression. "Probably best we figure out how to explain this to my dad without one of you killing the other."
Accents Accents Accents. That's three. It counts. It totes does.
....Only for you, fiance.
6/5 (I think. I'm so tired OTL)
"Show me love!"
Hug from behind
Ah, I can make this very fluffy, yush. ^w^ *drafts*
Do it. (And... I dunno)
My muse handcuffs your muse to an office chair
Ran, I-
*facepalms*
13 (These two desperately need all the fluff they can get)
Shinichi Plus-Your muse walks in on my naked muse
(Not sure if this counts as fluff, bro. But huehuehue ewe)
"Claire? Claire where are you?" Closing the door behind her, Ran looked around the apartment worriedly. After Claire had given her a spare key card (how and where he got it, Ran didn’t want to know), she often payed him a visit. Usually by calling in advance, but today she’d just decided to call on a whim after school.
"Is he out or something?" she murmured to herself, setting her bag by the door and proceeding through the living room and into the kitchen. No Claire, yet the lights were on and food was laid out in preparation of dinner, so…
Worriedly, Ran hastened her search, trying to fight down fear. Surely…he hadn’t be dragged off? No, there was no signs of a struggle, so that wasn’t it. Not realizing what door she’s come to, she turned the handle and opened it, calling out as she did so. “Claire, are y-?”
Only to get a face full of a dripping wet Claire. A dripping wet naked Claire, come to that. Fresh out of the shower apparently. Silence for a moment as Ran stared, the look down. And then up again hurriedly, face brick red.
"CLAIRE!"
"RAN! WHAT’RE YOU-?!" Anything further Claire had intended to say was cut off as Ran threw a towel in his face with an embarrassed scream, covering her eyes.
"BAKA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" With that, Ran fled toward the kitchen with a wail, leaving a mortified, stuttering Claire in her wake.
….Not that she hadn’t (briefly) appreciated the view.
23?
23. Your muse is a soldier in the war, mine is their lover back home — they exchange letters.
WHY? WHY DOES TUMBLR DO THIS TO US? D:
Anyways, thread or drabble? ; w ;