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"Mun ... seriously ..."
//for the original owner of this blog: I'm glad you got your IRL things sorted out!! I can totally sympathize with you on how hard it is to managed IRL and online worlds.
//thank you :)
Catching the game book, she flicked through the pages, pausing from time to time as she moved to sit. Mamori knew he would place a lot of work on her plate, to make up for lost time - but silently, she was happy to be back.
"Don’t you worry, I have already started and I will have this book memorised." She informed him in confidence.
"I wouldn’t expect any fucking less." He leveled soundly, the sound of his soft and steady typing never stalling or slowing in its rapid pace.
At his words, Mamori smiled to herself, already feeling settled back into her usual role and wrapped relationship with the quarterback. It was certainly good to be back home.
A soft ‘tsk’ escaped his lips, his demeanor portraying that he’d hardly been fazed by her absence. He’d managed just damn fine. Tossing her a copy of their current play book, he reverted his gaze to his work.
”..can’t be helped. Pick up where you left off. That’s our new play book. We’ve already finished summer training and begun scrimage games.”
Catching the game book, she flicked through the pages, pausing from time to time as she moved to sit. Mamori knew he would place a lot of work on her plate, to make up for lost time - but silently, she was happy to be back.
"Don't you worry, I have already started and I will have this book memorised." She informed him in confidence.
It’s been too long
"Hn? The fuck have you been?”
"... Hiruma. I'm sorry ... I had to leave without notice. But I am back properly now."
It's been too long
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Ah...sorry I have neglected this account. >o< The damn thing called real life happened.
“So get naked. Easy solution.” He teased, flipping the back of her auburn hair in a taunt.
” I may be your girlfriend … that is not going to happen.” she blushed slightly and said the last part in a whisper, “… not here anyway”
“Name the time and place, fucking manager…”
” … wow, so eager to get into my pants, Hiruma Yoichi~”
“Didn’t hear you complaining about it the other day…”
”..when I was suckin’ your tits and dry fucking you on the clubhouse play table.”
"That is an exception, Hiruma ..."
"... you seduced me, and all."
“So get naked. Easy solution.” He teased, flipping the back of her auburn hair in a taunt.
” I may be your girlfriend … that is not going to happen.” she blushed slightly and said the last part in a whisper, “… not here anyway”
“Name the time and place, fucking manager…”
" ... wow, so eager to get into my pants, Hiruma Yoichi~"
“Thanks” she murmured as she stepped forward, taking her spot on the floor and passed the tube of aloe vera to him.
“Don’t mention it. ..ever.” He emphasized with a roll of his eyes, squeezing a small palm full of the viscous substance into his hand before lifting her shirt from behind to gently massage it into her shoulders, fingers slipping beneath her bra straps to make certain every nook and cranny would heal.
“I won’t,” she giggled softly, as she shivered slightly against the cold cream, which soothed the heat coming from the burn, “I won’t be doing this again anytime soon.”
“You mean getting sunburn like a fucking moron?” He quipped from behind her, his voice dropping an octave in both tone and volume.
“…or taking off your shirt for me?”
In a huff at his response, Mamori lightly smacked the calf of his leg, “You know what I mean!” she grumbled at him.
“I don’t want to get sunburnt again, it makes just wearing clothes painful.”
“So get naked. Easy solution.” He teased, flipping the back of her auburn hair in a taunt.
" I may be your girlfriend ... that is not going to happen." she blushed slightly and said the last part in a whisper, "... not here anyway"
“Thanks” she murmured as she stepped forward, taking her spot on the floor and passed the tube of aloe vera to him.
“Don’t mention it. ..ever.” He emphasized with a roll of his eyes, squeezing a small palm full of the viscous substance into his hand before lifting her shirt from behind to gently massage it into her shoulders, fingers slipping beneath her bra straps to make certain every nook and cranny would heal.
“I won’t,” she giggled softly, as she shivered slightly against the cold cream, which soothed the heat coming from the burn, “I won’t be doing this again anytime soon.”
“You mean getting sunburn like a fucking moron?” He quipped from behind her, his voice dropping an octave in both tone and volume.
“…or taking off your shirt for me?”
In a huff at his response, Mamori lightly smacked the calf of his leg, "You know what I mean!" she grumbled at him.
"I don't want to get sunburnt again, it makes just wearing clothes painful."
“Thanks” she murmured as she stepped forward, taking her spot on the floor and passed the tube of aloe vera to him.
“Don’t mention it. ..ever.” He emphasized with a roll of his eyes, squeezing a small palm full of the viscous substance into his hand before lifting her shirt from behind to gently massage it into her shoulders, fingers slipping beneath her bra straps to make certain every nook and cranny would heal.
"I won't," she giggled softly, as she shivered slightly against the cold cream, which soothed the heat coming from the burn, "I won't be doing this again anytime soon."
She let out a small sigh - she didn’t sleep well the night before, causing her to be short tempered. “I have some in my bag,” she commented as she looked though it, “but there is a spot on my back, I can’t reach … do you mind?”
“Hm…?” He grunted, giving her a once over before shrugging his shoulders and leaning forward, resting his elbows on the sharp bend of his knees.
“…guess not. Kneel here, I’ll take a look.” He admonished, pointing a slender digit to the floor between his knees.
"Thanks" she murmured as she stepped forward, taking her spot on the floor and passed the tube of aloe vera to him.
“Ow, damn sunburn … someone remind me to use sunblock even if it is cloudy.”
“Give me one good reason not to smack it, fucking manager. Everyone knows that the sun is more powerful from behind the clouds.”
Mamori tightened her grip on the broomstick, “Smack it, and I will smack this where it hurts you the most.” she threatened.
“Tsk. I think that’s probably the most intimidating threat you’ve ever made.” He snickers, dropping down into his usual spot. “…use fucking aloe vera. It’ll help you peel quicker, and cool the burn.”
She let out a small sigh - she didn't sleep well the night before, causing her to be short tempered. "I have some in my bag," she commented as she looked though it, "but there is a spot on my back, I can't reach ... do you mind?"
“Ow, damn sunburn … someone remind me to use sunblock even if it is cloudy.”
“Give me one good reason not to smack it, fucking manager. Everyone knows that the sun is more powerful from behind the clouds.”
Mamori tightened her grip on the broomstick, "Smack it, and I will smack this where it hurts you the most." she threatened.
"Ow, damn sunburn ... someone remind me to use sunblock even if it is cloudy."