ANON DRABBLE MEME #4!!
Hmm, still bored.
So, when I'm bored, you people have to deal with me and my demands.
My demands?
ANONYMOUS DRRRRAAAAAAAABBLE MEME TIME!!
WHEN: Now til opening day of Tuti's next show, Arashi ni Naru Made Matte aka August 6th, almost one full month.
WHERE: ...here?
WHO: *pnish* + Nagayan, again.
WHAT: "drabbles" <--come on, you know we (read: ( Read more... )
So, when I'm bored, you people have to deal with me and my demands.
My demands?
ANONYMOUS DRRRRAAAAAAAABBLE MEME TIME!!
WHEN: Now til opening day of Tuti's next show, Arashi ni Naru Made Matte aka August 6th, almost one full month.
WHERE: ...here?
WHO: *pnish* + Nagayan, again.
WHAT: "drabbles" <--come on, you know we (read: ( Read more... )
After a few moments he'd risen the few floors to Tsuchiya-san's apartment, checking the receipt one last time to be sure he'd gotten the order right. One time he'd brought the man pork cuts instead of beef cuts, and had been so embarrassed he'd left his money pouch with Tsuchiya-san while he went back to get it. Yamashita-tenchou had definitely given him an earful for being so careless with his earnings, but hadn't fired him for some reason. To make matters worse, Tsuchiya-san hadn't even seemed to care--simply saying, "It brought you back, can't have been too unlucky a mistake." Sometimes he hated Tsuchiya-san, for all that he knew of him; he never seemed to take things seriously enough.
Taking a deep breath (why?), he rang the door bell, and after a moment he could hear movement inside and a muffled, "Coming--coming, just a second--"
He stepped back to allow the door to swing open, and the familiar face of Tsuchiya-san poked out, a smile already spreading across his features when he saw who it was. "Gain's Curry House delivery!" Nagayama recited out of habit, holding his bag up for show. Tsuchiya-san nodded his greetings and reached around for his wallet, pulling a few bills and some change out.
"1,160, right?" Nagayama nodded, taking the money offered him and counting it.
"Eh?" There was an extra bill with the payment--or rather, it wasn't money at all. Nagayama looked up for an explanation. "...What's this?"
Tsuchiya-san hedged, his arm stretching behind his head to scratch at his neck in what Nagayama would dare to conjecture was a nervous habit of the man's. "Well it's...a ticket. To...to my show next week. You remember I'm an actor?" Nagayama felt him searching his face for some reaction. "You have Thursdays off, right? And--I just thought maybe, if you weren't busy...I dunno, it's just gonna be a really good show, I've been in rehearsals for weeks now, and...you're welcome to come...if you feel like it." He shrugged, pushing the ticket back into Nagayama's hand. "You're probably busy, though--and I guess it's kinda weird being given something like that, so--"
"I'll come!" Nagayama blurted out before his brain could even process just when next Thursday was and if that was even a real day of the week. He hoped it was. "I...sure, I'm not busy. I'll be there."
"Re--really?" Tsuchiya-san's expression seemed to be at war with himself, simultaneously showing shock at his offer being accepted and a strange grin that seemed to be pulling at one side of his mouth. "Umm--I--wait a second!"
The door shut softly, and Nagayama could hear Tsuchiya-san rummaging around inside, and at one point it sounded like he ran into something because there was a loud bang followed by hissed curses. He fought smiling too goofily when the door opened again and Tsuchiya-san tried not to look too flustered. "Here, I'll give you my cellphone info--if you text me after the show's over, I'll tell the staff to let you backstage. I wanna know what you think!" He pressed the small piece of paper he'd obviously just scribbled on into Nagayama's hand, not bothering to cover it up when he let their fingers brush perhaps a bit longer than was appropriate for a curry delivery boy and his most faithful customer.
Nagayama stared at the paper. He wanted to ask something, something logical like, "What does it matter what I think? We hardly know each other," or, "I bring you curry a few times a week--why would you want to invite me backstage to a show I've never even heard of?"
Instead, he pocketed the scrap and smiled, thanked the man, and said he'd be there with bells on. And when Yamashita-tenchou asked him why he was smiling so stupidly throughout the rest of his shift, Nagayama didn't feel the need to tell the old coot a thing.
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nooo, we need another part(s), dammit! XDD;;
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