Stroke One

[colorfulyuki]

I've tried to have a quiet existence since March, but somehow, that seems to fail me.

I've been in this complex for a few months, and suddenly, old friends of mine are popping up, seemingly out of nowhere!  They've been married, had children...hmm, the restraints of normality.

As for me, I have Rie the cat (or rather, Rie has me), the shop, and my

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[hokorashii_ato]

Only stroke one, you say? I shall pity your partner, Yukimura, when you acquire one beyond the feline persuasion, if you are always as slow with your strokes.

[colorfulyuki]

I have no desire to acquire a partner at this time, Atobe. But I assure you that the many I have left behind have been quite satisfied with my...strokes.

[hokorashii_ato]

I'm sure you'd be quite happy to assure me of that, Yukimura, though I'm sure you'd get more stroking practice from the mere notion of it.

It's beyond reason that so many of our league have ended up living in the one apartment complex... what made you choose?

[colorfulyuki]

I'm sure your stroking form is much...more rehearsed than mine. But remember, Atobe, it's much more fun to practice with a partner.

It's close to my gallery in Shinjuku, and I offer my services as a private tennis instructor here. What was your reasoning?

[hokorashii_ato]

"It's much more fun to practice with a parter"? I pity your cat, Yukimura. And I doubt I rehearse half as often as you. My time is too readily demanded for far more than stroke practice.

I owned enough shares in the contracting company to specify just what I wanted. As grand as the Tokyo house is, there can be times where the sheer space becomes too much.

[colorfulyuki]

Of course, I forgot. You do need to spend some time going out and buying tissues. After all...who else is going to clean after your stroke practice?

Somehow, I feel I have to hide my cat from you, Atobe. After all, Rie is not the pussy you are looking for.

So instead you rent out the entire floor of the building? I live right below you.

[hokorashii_ato]

I do not know what is more disturbing... the amount of time you're spending contemplating my stroke (do try not to think of me while "practicing" with others, Yukimura..) ... or the compulsion I feel to point out that should I need tissues, I would not have to buy them myself.

Which, in itself, is simply too strange.

You would do well to hide your cat. My dog would eat it.

Precisely. Congratulations, Yukimura, I believe that makes you the closest to a neighbour I have.

[colorfulyuki]

Really, you think I've spent any amount of time thinking about your stroke? You are, after all, the one who brought it up (now I know that you've fantasized about me since junior high. Try not to make it so obvious next time, hmmm?)
True, I forgot. You did buy out the company. I guess they got tired of you simply purchasing industrial sized boxes every week or so.

Your dog is that little...Chihuahua, isn't it? Rie's still a kitten, but she would find it too small to even think about eating. Much like yourself.

Indeed we are, then. Try not to be upset and wade in your lonliness when the floor shakes?

[hokorashii_ato]

Considering just how long we've been keeping up this conversation, and now it's quite impossible to drop as you persist in goading me, I'm forced to conclude you've been thinking about my stroke this entire time... (If I want a woman, Yukimura, I'll get a woman, not someone who is rather here nor there. If that is not obvious, I question your perception.)

And were I purchasing said industrial boxes, wouldn't it just imply the product of my brush strokes far surpassed the norm? If it were true, you should be awed at my prowess.

Yes. I am like your cat. There are certain things of yours I would find too small to even think about eating. My dog is a pure-bred Pekingese but please, feel free to insult it, I loathe it.

The floor shakes? Your perfect gait contradicts such claims. I have yet to witness such a phenomenon.

OOC: I broke me.

[colorfulyuki]

You do realize that I've been speaking about painting, yes? (You don't want a woman? If that's your best pickup line, Atobe, no wonder why you brag about your stroke.)

Now see, it doesn't imply that your product surpasses the norm. However, the purchase of such boxes does mean you spend a good deal of time with solo practice in...perfecting your stroke.

Too small for you to eat? Really, Atobe. My...satisfied customers would beg to disagree with you. It's too bad those boxes can't say a word. Why do you have a Pekingese if you hate it?

Your floor, which is my ceiling. And I have much more than a perfect gait.

OOC: *dead*

[hokorashii_ato]

Of course. Whatever else could it be? (You take insults as pick-up lines? Good gracious, Yukimura, do try to seem less dogged...)

You really have changed. As much as it pains me to admit it, changed for the better, too. It takes quite a bit to keep me honestly amused, but you've managed it.

I'm sure your satisfied customers do beg. But rarely for long. My former team mates foisted the rat of a thing on me. For that reason I don't have the heart to rid myself of it.

OOC: If you squint, Yuki won, but Atobe wouldn't admit it =P

[colorfulyuki]

Hmmm, I'm not sure what it could be in the business world. (Oh? You see, Atobe, I happen to be male. Therefore, you saying that you don't want a woman is a pitiful-but cute-pickup.)

Ah, so have you. It's been years, of course we've all changed. And yes, I am quite amusing. But you have kept me amused as well...which is nice, since it's been a long day.

You're right about my customers not begging for long. Three minutes, tops. Why am I guessing that you spoil it like nothing else?

OOC: Of course he wouldn't. XD And Yuki basks in his victory.

[hokorashii_ato]

Heh. "Merger" would be the correct terminology in the business world, I suppose. Or "collaboration" unless one was working on their own. (I was, in fact, saying that if I wanted a woman I would get one, rather than aiming my attentions at someone such as yourself who balances on the line between the sexes. A thinly veiled insult, but if you'd like to take it another way, do feel free.)

Your modesty is astounding. Painting and running a singular shop is taxing?

I'm not sure if that's a boast or a self-condemnation, Yukimura. Because it's probably true.

[colorfulyuki]

Hmm, from the way you've been responding, I'd think you were suggesting a collaboration of our enterprises. (In other words, I look like a girl. I have never heard that insult before. You astound me with your wit.)

Painting, owning and managing the shop (you know business much better than I, but since I don't have a managing team, I do all of it myself), private tennis instruction, and going back and forth with my personal manager and physical therapist as to if and when I'll enter the pro circuit again.

Be awed at my recovery time. Steak every night?

[hokorashii_ato]

Are you looking for what you'd like to see, Yukimura? That said, I've always had more than a passing interest in ambitious enterpeneurs. (It took you long enough to pick up on it, though.)

Ah, I see, trials indeed. (You make me sound positively lazy. Were it so simple doubtlessly I could have kept up with professional tennis myself.)

His vet says his sensitive digestive system can't take such stress, so, no, not steak. Filet mignion, some nights. Have you ever tried hiding a worming pills in haute cuisine? Ridiculous. Practically impossible.

[colorfulyuki]

Like any good businessman, I read in between the lines. And my enterprise...happens to be searching for a good collaboration. (No, I did pick up on it. I just didn't think your insults would be so base.)

I love my work, though, so it keeps me occupied. (Doubtful. I'm sure running a corporation takes just as much time.)

Instead of hiding the pills in his food, you can squeeze the hinges of his jaw to open his mouth, pop the pill in and massage his throat to force him to swallow it.