attempting to catch up arrrgh
I think I'm seven behind now? orz
1. (I love my friends because I can come on AIM and say things like If all of Arashi was turned unexpectedly into girls, who would have the best figure? and they don't even turn a hair♥.)
"Wow," said Aiba reverently.
Jun was still in the middle of demanding to know why a) Arashi had been turned into girls b) why management thought it would do anything for their ratings, c) what Mao and Shun were going to think of it ("if you have a lesbian orgy can I watch?" said Nino hopefully. "SHUN AND MAO ARE NOT LESBIANS," bellowed Jun. "But they're both --" began Nino, and then, "Ow!") and most importantly, d) why Ninomiya had a better figure than he did. Jun's figure was actually very nice, but as Nino also pointed out, boobs were body fat. Nino was actually not paying a lot of attention to Aiba or Jun's sleek lines, because Ohno had, as expected, the perky, compact curves of a dancer. The line of his legs was like something out of a wet dream of chorus girls. "Stop touching my butt," said Ohno helplessly, and then yelped as Nino went for the front. If Jun had been freaking out less he would have been a lot more interested. And groping.
"Wow, what?" said Nino, as Ohno tried to give him a taste of his own medicine and groped him back. Nino lowered his suddenly even longer eyelashes and smiled coyly at Ohno. "Don't, Oh-chan," he cooed. "They're really sensitive."
"Oh my God stop that," said Jun.
"Look at Sho-chan's rack," said Aiba, pointing.
Everybody turned and looked at Sho, who was trying to cover his chest. He was at least a size bigger than everybody else, maybe two. He looked like the model from a specialized type of magazine. "I need a bra," he said miserably.
"No," said Jun, staring, "no, I actually think you need to take off your shirt."
2. (When we went to the Japanese garden, the guy explained that one of the bridges is in a zigzag shape to foil evil spirits, who can only move in straight lines. Heh heh heh, said Meg. Hey, do they have that sort of thing in Korea? Sort of, why do you as-- oh. Heh heh heh, said Sakki.)
Halfway across the bridge, Hyun-woo realized that he was alone. He turned around to see Sung-min frowning slightly at the twisty path in front of him. "What's wrong?" he said.
"Nothing," Sung-min said, coldly. He walked to the end of the first straight section, turned around precisely, and took two steps to the end of that straight section. He turned around, very carefully, and walked to the end of the third section.
"....you can't cross a demon bridge?" said Hyun-woo.
"Of course I can," said Sung-min, and then cursed feverently as Ha-Neul bounded to the section beside him, almost knocking him over as he leaped from section to section. Ha-Neul's tail was twitching in amusement.
"Would you like me to hold your hand," said Hyun-woo, and lost it completely when Sung-min glared at him.
3. "poor little beast," said the man, softly, his voice low and calm, and something in satoshi's mind uncurled a little, toward the gentleness of the man's hands. "poor little beast, life doesn't like you much, does it."
satoshi crept nearer, drawn almost against his will.
"let's go home," said the man, his voice still soft, so soft, and broke the chains surrounding him.
4. Riku was pretty good at kitchen cooking because his parents worked so much, but it was when he was on a camping trip that he was really, really good. Sora tried not to think about it too much. Donald had always made their meals for them; some sort of ration bar that he frowned at meaningly until it turned palatable. Sora could just about put a fish on a stick and burn it over a camp fire. Riku, on the other hand, could take a single bony fish, a handful of presumably edible grass and a root grubbed up somewhere and turn it into a real meal.
Experience, Riku said lightly, smiling with his mouth and not his eyes. It was just experience.
And that's it for today. That bug I caught in Portland has nailed me. I don't even know how, ever since I quit smoking it takes a Super Bug to get me sneezy and now I'm all cold and shivery and plugged in one nostril. I'm going to go to bed extra early and wonder why God is allowing it to snow on March 28th.
Three behind. I can do this! Maybe.
PLEASE LOVE ME. :(
1. (I love my friends because I can come on AIM and say things like If all of Arashi was turned unexpectedly into girls, who would have the best figure? and they don't even turn a hair♥.)
"Wow," said Aiba reverently.
Jun was still in the middle of demanding to know why a) Arashi had been turned into girls b) why management thought it would do anything for their ratings, c) what Mao and Shun were going to think of it ("if you have a lesbian orgy can I watch?" said Nino hopefully. "SHUN AND MAO ARE NOT LESBIANS," bellowed Jun. "But they're both --" began Nino, and then, "Ow!") and most importantly, d) why Ninomiya had a better figure than he did. Jun's figure was actually very nice, but as Nino also pointed out, boobs were body fat. Nino was actually not paying a lot of attention to Aiba or Jun's sleek lines, because Ohno had, as expected, the perky, compact curves of a dancer. The line of his legs was like something out of a wet dream of chorus girls. "Stop touching my butt," said Ohno helplessly, and then yelped as Nino went for the front. If Jun had been freaking out less he would have been a lot more interested. And groping.
"Wow, what?" said Nino, as Ohno tried to give him a taste of his own medicine and groped him back. Nino lowered his suddenly even longer eyelashes and smiled coyly at Ohno. "Don't, Oh-chan," he cooed. "They're really sensitive."
"Oh my God stop that," said Jun.
"Look at Sho-chan's rack," said Aiba, pointing.
Everybody turned and looked at Sho, who was trying to cover his chest. He was at least a size bigger than everybody else, maybe two. He looked like the model from a specialized type of magazine. "I need a bra," he said miserably.
"No," said Jun, staring, "no, I actually think you need to take off your shirt."
2. (When we went to the Japanese garden, the guy explained that one of the bridges is in a zigzag shape to foil evil spirits, who can only move in straight lines. Heh heh heh, said Meg. Hey, do they have that sort of thing in Korea? Sort of, why do you as-- oh. Heh heh heh, said Sakki.)
Halfway across the bridge, Hyun-woo realized that he was alone. He turned around to see Sung-min frowning slightly at the twisty path in front of him. "What's wrong?" he said.
"Nothing," Sung-min said, coldly. He walked to the end of the first straight section, turned around precisely, and took two steps to the end of that straight section. He turned around, very carefully, and walked to the end of the third section.
"....you can't cross a demon bridge?" said Hyun-woo.
"Of course I can," said Sung-min, and then cursed feverently as Ha-Neul bounded to the section beside him, almost knocking him over as he leaped from section to section. Ha-Neul's tail was twitching in amusement.
"Would you like me to hold your hand," said Hyun-woo, and lost it completely when Sung-min glared at him.
3. "poor little beast," said the man, softly, his voice low and calm, and something in satoshi's mind uncurled a little, toward the gentleness of the man's hands. "poor little beast, life doesn't like you much, does it."
satoshi crept nearer, drawn almost against his will.
"let's go home," said the man, his voice still soft, so soft, and broke the chains surrounding him.
4. Riku was pretty good at kitchen cooking because his parents worked so much, but it was when he was on a camping trip that he was really, really good. Sora tried not to think about it too much. Donald had always made their meals for them; some sort of ration bar that he frowned at meaningly until it turned palatable. Sora could just about put a fish on a stick and burn it over a camp fire. Riku, on the other hand, could take a single bony fish, a handful of presumably edible grass and a root grubbed up somewhere and turn it into a real meal.
Experience, Riku said lightly, smiling with his mouth and not his eyes. It was just experience.
And that's it for today. That bug I caught in Portland has nailed me. I don't even know how, ever since I quit smoking it takes a Super Bug to get me sneezy and now I'm all cold and shivery and plugged in one nostril. I'm going to go to bed extra early and wonder why God is allowing it to snow on March 28th.
Three behind. I can do this! Maybe.
PLEASE LOVE ME. :(