oh god. this parasite sucked as much life out of me as was possible. and then got finished. actually. i thought i'd be writing it forever.
the donation fic for
ficofthegoblin. i think i screwed your amazing request, or it got lost somewhere between all the other themes and overflowing words that i managed to squeeze in it. i hope you can still enjoy it and
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I love how you wrote Takuya though Goro's eyes, the way his perfection is so natural and effortless that it makes you wonder how he does it. "makes Goro wonder how much of it is a show, a calculation, and how much is just boiling in Takuya’s blood, out of control." <-- I wonder about the same thing sometimes too.
And the Goro-ness in everything Goro does, the hair, thinking of a mirror, “You don’t know what this is? Should I explain?”, ahahahaha XD
“Do I want to know what the other one’s called?”
IT MUST BE NAKAI. OR SOME OTHER VARIATION OF HIS NAME.
“Your cat hopped onto my lap and wanted to play with my balls,” he complains.
And my twisted mind has a cheap thrill imagining which cat.
What comes back in the same way is a sign of a fall.
OMG, I want to engrave this line on a plaque and hang it up on a wall.
I'm not sure if I'm reading too much into it, but I felt that the little () segments seemed to have a common theme hinting at their uncertainty about their relationship. But in the last (), something changes, and it feels like a perfect ending to the story.
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and uhmmm, I didn't include this in the end, 'cause it was too fluffy and I already hate that SMAP makes me write too many fluffy and sweet things, but it was something along the line of,
While their master is busy, two cats roll on the carpet in the living room. Taku (the one that likes to watch) sprawls lazily, intending to sleep. Hiro (the one that likes to attack people's laps) keeps turning in place, somewhat discontent.
Then Hiro smacks Taku's ear with its paw when Taku least expects it.
so I hope this answers your questions about the cats. 8D
OMG, I want to engrave this line on a plaque and hang it up on a wall.
this line got somehow paraphrased from some philosopher's thoughts 'cause I was studying for the finals while writing but I can't remember who it was or what it was originally about. but I thought the idea behind it is quite brilliant too.
there's never too much reading into things, what you've read out of it is completely yours and valid. actually, the () segments go chronologically backwards, so the last one would be the very beginning of the story. so in a sense, they started out okay, but got lost somewhere on the way. or something? a lot about it is up to interpretation. ;)
thank you so much for this comment, it made me warm and fuzzy. <3
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