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i was supposed to share a plate of starfruit with my sister, but what with putting it right in front of me and me happily commenting on ljs i ate it all. damn, i swear, in a faux british accent. i am just waiting for when she will find out, and come look for me, and yell at me a little. guh.
FUJIIIIIIIIIII. (for littlewolfstar, who draws the most squishable fujis.)
"Saa, Tezuka, do you like it?"
No. Yes. Maybe. Uh.
It was kind of hard to reply, because Fuji was currently standing at his doorstep, dressed in what had to be the tiniest French maid's costume Tezuka could possibly imagine (not that he actually spent time imagining such atrocities), pink (pink!) feather duster clasped in both hands behind his back.
Fuji happily waltzed in, feather duster bouncing along behind him (his skirt just barely covered his - wait, were those garters?).
"Come Tezuka, have a seat," as if this was his house but Tezuka sat anyway (never had he imagined) because Fuji using that tone was already impossible to ignore; Fuji using that tone and dressed like that was impossible to disobey altogether.
So he sat, and Fuji sat next to him, one hand on Tezuka's thigh, one leg rubbing against Tezuka's (fishnet stockings? Fishnet stockings??), lips tickling Tezuka's ear. Tezuka moved away, but Fuji was relentless, and they ended up lying on the sofa, Tezuka looking up at Fuji's smiling face and those eerily closed eyes.
"Shall we?" The grin that followed should have been outlawed, and so should that evil gleam in Fuji's eyes as they shot open, and Fuji bent down, tongue already in Tezuka's mouth.
Fuji slid his hand under Tezuka's shirt, and that was when Tezuka realised he had made a grave mistake in saying, "Aaa" when Fuji had pointed at a random costume in the shop window just the day before, asking for his opinion.
And then Fuji's hand found its way into Tezuka's pants; he gasped, arching slightly.
It was going to be a long night.
How resistant was that costume to tearing, he wondered.
AS;LFJAS;LFKDJA;SLFASFJKDA MY MIND IS TOO PORNY TO BE TRUE.
TEZUKA IS ALSO OOC. SA;LFJKD;ASLFJ;ASLJKDF;ALSF
;LASFJD;ALSFJD;ASJKDF;AFJD;ALSFKDA MATH PT. *dies*
i felt so productive this afternoon. and now. and now. it's 9.40, and i want to die. guh.
math journal = not done.
csi in twenty minutes.
sal;fjkd;aslfd;alfd;lkjasf.
needs sleep.
FUJIIIIIIIIIII. (for littlewolfstar, who draws the most squishable fujis.)
"Saa, Tezuka, do you like it?"
No. Yes. Maybe. Uh.
It was kind of hard to reply, because Fuji was currently standing at his doorstep, dressed in what had to be the tiniest French maid's costume Tezuka could possibly imagine (not that he actually spent time imagining such atrocities), pink (pink!) feather duster clasped in both hands behind his back.
Fuji happily waltzed in, feather duster bouncing along behind him (his skirt just barely covered his - wait, were those garters?).
"Come Tezuka, have a seat," as if this was his house but Tezuka sat anyway (never had he imagined) because Fuji using that tone was already impossible to ignore; Fuji using that tone and dressed like that was impossible to disobey altogether.
So he sat, and Fuji sat next to him, one hand on Tezuka's thigh, one leg rubbing against Tezuka's (fishnet stockings? Fishnet stockings??), lips tickling Tezuka's ear. Tezuka moved away, but Fuji was relentless, and they ended up lying on the sofa, Tezuka looking up at Fuji's smiling face and those eerily closed eyes.
"Shall we?" The grin that followed should have been outlawed, and so should that evil gleam in Fuji's eyes as they shot open, and Fuji bent down, tongue already in Tezuka's mouth.
Fuji slid his hand under Tezuka's shirt, and that was when Tezuka realised he had made a grave mistake in saying, "Aaa" when Fuji had pointed at a random costume in the shop window just the day before, asking for his opinion.
And then Fuji's hand found its way into Tezuka's pants; he gasped, arching slightly.
It was going to be a long night.
How resistant was that costume to tearing, he wondered.
AS;LFJAS;LFKDJA;SLFASFJKDA MY MIND IS TOO PORNY TO BE TRUE.
TEZUKA IS ALSO OOC. SA;LFJKD;ASLFJ;ASLJKDF;ALSF
;LASFJD;ALSFJD;ASJKDF;AFJD;ALSFKDA MATH PT. *dies*
i felt so productive this afternoon. and now. and now. it's 9.40, and i want to die. guh.
math journal = not done.
csi in twenty minutes.
sal;fjkd;aslfd;alfd;lkjasf.
needs sleep.