Dream[01]
Warnings: Keisuke in a dress. You have been warned. /sobbbbb ;w; Yeah, this is one of his dream payments for...Keisuke. Horrible OOC-ness YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Dream Effects: Bathing in Arashi Sparkles. Just. Sparkles. DOMESTIC HAPPINESS OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT.
To be honest, for all the time Atsuro spent online, he probably spent less of it on those sites than some people teased him about. Okay, so it's not like he didn't enjoy seeing Dolly in really awesome get-ups and that, but...
"Should we have curry or dumplings for dinner?" Keisuke walked out from behind the partition that kept the kitchen separate from the dining room table, an apron tied over his dress.
Atsuro grinned, shutting the laptop as he stood. "Which ever's good for me!" he said cheerfully. "If it's Keisuke making it, then whatever's good," he reiterated. Especially in that dress, Atsuro thought idly. It really showed off his legs.
"Mm...Okay." Keisuke headed back to the kitchen, Atsuro following him in this time. "...We have frozen curry dumplings, that alright?"
"Sure," Atsuro replied, settling himself on one of the kitchen stools, watching Keisuke work. Who needed girls in dresses when Keisuke showed off just as nice~?
[The dream ends as Atsuro wakes with a look of what can only be described as abject horror on his face. He hurridley filters it from Keisuke, before burying his face in his hands. The lengths he goes to for his friends, sometimes.]
I'm never gonna live this down...
Dream Effects: Bathing in Arashi Sparkles. Just. Sparkles. DOMESTIC HAPPINESS OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT.
To be honest, for all the time Atsuro spent online, he probably spent less of it on those sites than some people teased him about. Okay, so it's not like he didn't enjoy seeing Dolly in really awesome get-ups and that, but...
"Should we have curry or dumplings for dinner?" Keisuke walked out from behind the partition that kept the kitchen separate from the dining room table, an apron tied over his dress.
Atsuro grinned, shutting the laptop as he stood. "Which ever's good for me!" he said cheerfully. "If it's Keisuke making it, then whatever's good," he reiterated. Especially in that dress, Atsuro thought idly. It really showed off his legs.
"Mm...Okay." Keisuke headed back to the kitchen, Atsuro following him in this time. "...We have frozen curry dumplings, that alright?"
"Sure," Atsuro replied, settling himself on one of the kitchen stools, watching Keisuke work. Who needed girls in dresses when Keisuke showed off just as nice~?
[The dream ends as Atsuro wakes with a look of what can only be described as abject horror on his face. He hurridley filters it from Keisuke, before burying his face in his hands. The lengths he goes to for his friends, sometimes.]
I'm never gonna live this down...