if wishes were fishes
Can i have new parents? Just for the couple weeks I'm home.
kamepi is always good for a touch of angstWV is not suffering from drought at least. THe past few days it's been sudden thunderstorms--from sun sun sunny to sudden black clouds and downpour (sometimes with sunshine shining through the edges at the horizon). And then it just rains for ( Read more... )
kamepi is always good for a touch of angstWV is not suffering from drought at least. THe past few days it's been sudden thunderstorms--from sun sun sunny to sudden black clouds and downpour (sometimes with sunshine shining through the edges at the horizon). And then it just rains for ( Read more... )
also. your dose of lame for the night.
Nakamaru wakes up to find brown and gold strands of hair pooled over his pillowcase, tickling his nose. He squints in the dark, blinks once, twice, and yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. When he opens them again, bright and alert in the darkness, he finally realizes that the hair is not his own and that the hair belongs to someone else and that someone else is Massu, snoring softly, cheek pressed against the edge of his pillow, the corner of his mouth damp.
Nakamaru blinks, once, twice, and then does what anyone else might do if they woke up to find their good friend sleeping on the same bed with him: he yawns and sits up, streching his arms over his head; they're both fully clothed and there was no alcohol involved. He likes not having to worry about these kinds of things with Massu--with KAT-TUN he could never be certain.
Outside the world is turning; stars fade into the coming daylight.
He slides out of bed and touches his feet to the ground, cold wooden panels against warm toes. He stretches one last time before turning toward Massu, tugs the covers up over his shoulders. Massu shifts and curls into the blanket for warmth.
Nakamaru smiles lodsidedly and continues to pad across the room, picking up empty snack bags and soda cans on his way, from their impromptu movie night after dinner. He dumps them all in the trash and finds his way into the kitchen, where he sets about cooking breakfast.
Massu walks into the kitchen around twenty minutes later, hair disheveled and eyes squinty from sleep. He instantly brightens at the smell of miso soup heating on the stove, though.
"Good morning!" he chirps, seating himself at the table.
"Good morning," Nakamaru replies, setting two bowls of rice and miso soup on the table. He smiles wanly as Massu tucks in with a grateful, "Itadakimasu!"
Outside the world is turning; skies pale to blue as the sun peaks out over the horizon. Nakamaru squints as the sunlight spills in through the window, highlighting the gold in Massu's hair.
Inside the world is warm like the sunrise; they spend the next three hours eating breakfast before heading off to work together.
askdjla almost forgot the last bit. ;;;;;;
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with KAT-TUN he could never be certain.
ahahaha. XD
this Outside the world is turning; skies pale to blue as the sun peaks out over the horizon. and this highlighting the gold in Massu's hair are just really pretty images. it's kind of ridiculous and nostalgic, but it makes me think of the day after i got to japan for my study abroad, when i was hopelessly jetlagged and got up at like 3:30 am, and just watched the sun come up because my suitcase hadn't arrived yet (from the shipping co from the airport, not like it got lost) and so i didn't have anything else to do.
Inside the world is warm like the sunrise;
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that sounds like a day/night/dawn worth being ridiculous and nostalgic over. ♥
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