Eggrolls, Pocky and a Little Blind Date
[Reviewer's note: All of this is from the same paragraph!]
Walking up to him, Otogi sat on a swiveling stool next to him, placing his hand on the side railing on the wall of the main hangout lounge in Yuugi's Grandpa's Kame Game Store.
It takes talent to be able to walk and sit at the same time.
Ryou rolled his eyes to the back of the head.
That takes even more talent...
His heart may have belonged to Hiroto, but his penis and his eyes belonged to every male within a six mile radius.
Ryou: Wow, Otogi must be hung like a--
Yami Bakura: (claps hand over his omote's mouth) O_O Bad mental image. BAD mental image!
"Have you noticed how Yami's eyes keep landing on Yuugi in the corner?"
Yami: Shut up. It's hard to aim when you can't see where you're throwing!
Yami's cheeks accented a deep shade of red, showing that he was very embarrassed, but the little smile playing at the edge of his lips showed that he was happy through his awkwardness.
I find that colors, even deep red, are usually best accented with *other colors* rather than random body parts.
Unless you're decorating for zombies. Or something.
As he watched with Otogi sitting beside him, he noticed that Yuugi glanced at Yami every once in a while when Yami was looking elsewhere, and when Yuugi was not bathing in Yami's gorgeous appeal, Yami was staring at his hikari.
Wouldn't a tub work better?
Alas, his mind returned to the craving of his body and he forgot all about the pharaoh and his little air-headed potential conquest.
Yugi: Hey! I am *not* an air-head!
Joey: Eh, don't sweat it, Yuge. Takes one to know one, y'know.
Yugi: ^_^u
Yami: (goes to find bad!fic author) MIND CRUSH!
[Note: new paragraph! Finally.]
Jumping up on Jonouchi's waist, he wrapped his legs around him and then pressed his lips around Jonouchi's, allowing his tongue to wander out of his mouth and explore.
This fic has more roving body parts than an Evil Dead movie.
When the kiss was done, Ryou glared at Jonouchi and snatched the cig rather roughly out of the blond's hand. "The things I'll do for a cigarette." He muttered angrily to himself as he stepped outside the Kame Game Store to smoke.
Ryou: I smoke??
Nothing else you've done in this fic has been in character, so why start now?
Ryou: Good point.
Ending notes: Doesn't really flow right, does it? More towards the end, I mean. Gomen. Please review and let me know what you think!
I would, but I think my brain melted at some point during that...
Walking up to him, Otogi sat on a swiveling stool next to him, placing his hand on the side railing on the wall of the main hangout lounge in Yuugi's Grandpa's Kame Game Store.
It takes talent to be able to walk and sit at the same time.
Ryou rolled his eyes to the back of the head.
That takes even more talent...
His heart may have belonged to Hiroto, but his penis and his eyes belonged to every male within a six mile radius.
Ryou: Wow, Otogi must be hung like a--
Yami Bakura: (claps hand over his omote's mouth) O_O Bad mental image. BAD mental image!
"Have you noticed how Yami's eyes keep landing on Yuugi in the corner?"
Yami: Shut up. It's hard to aim when you can't see where you're throwing!
Yami's cheeks accented a deep shade of red, showing that he was very embarrassed, but the little smile playing at the edge of his lips showed that he was happy through his awkwardness.
I find that colors, even deep red, are usually best accented with *other colors* rather than random body parts.
Unless you're decorating for zombies. Or something.
As he watched with Otogi sitting beside him, he noticed that Yuugi glanced at Yami every once in a while when Yami was looking elsewhere, and when Yuugi was not bathing in Yami's gorgeous appeal, Yami was staring at his hikari.
Wouldn't a tub work better?
Alas, his mind returned to the craving of his body and he forgot all about the pharaoh and his little air-headed potential conquest.
Yugi: Hey! I am *not* an air-head!
Joey: Eh, don't sweat it, Yuge. Takes one to know one, y'know.
Yugi: ^_^u
Yami: (goes to find bad!fic author) MIND CRUSH!
[Note: new paragraph! Finally.]
Jumping up on Jonouchi's waist, he wrapped his legs around him and then pressed his lips around Jonouchi's, allowing his tongue to wander out of his mouth and explore.
This fic has more roving body parts than an Evil Dead movie.
When the kiss was done, Ryou glared at Jonouchi and snatched the cig rather roughly out of the blond's hand. "The things I'll do for a cigarette." He muttered angrily to himself as he stepped outside the Kame Game Store to smoke.
Ryou: I smoke??
Nothing else you've done in this fic has been in character, so why start now?
Ryou: Good point.
Ending notes: Doesn't really flow right, does it? More towards the end, I mean. Gomen. Please review and let me know what you think!
I would, but I think my brain melted at some point during that...