script log; Tezuka and Momo; let's all say it together: "poor Tezuka"
Takes place on the day of An's meeting. <3 I don't want to say anything more other than this log is ridiculous, but was stupidly fun to watch unfold.
Momo: *freshly out of the shower and is looking around his room for the pants he wanted to wear, wearing only a pair of underwear and a t-shirt* Where did I put them... *realizes they're sitting on top of his bed and mutters to himself, unfolding them, and pulling them on, only to pull of the zipper to find...* ...Oh shit. *tries forcing the zipper up* Ohshitohshitohshit. *doing a little dance around his room trying to figure out how the hell he managed to zip up his underwear into his fly* Gah! Shit oh shit oh shit! D: Somebody help me. *opens his door, peeking his head around the doorframe* Anyone 'round?
Tezuka: *on his way down the hall, just in from training - he wants a shower and to get changed out of shorts before this meeting in the kitchen... and hopes Atobe is not back in the room. He glances over at the door where Momo is poking his head out* ...Are you looking for someone? *adjusts his tennis bag on his shoulder*
Momo: Buchou! *huge sigh of relief* Okay, this is a bit weird, but you really, really have'ta help me with somethin'.
Tezuka: ... *having bad flashbacks from the many years he and Momoshiro shared tennis club in common, but sets his bag aside against his better judgment and goes to the door* Is something wrong?
Momo: Yes, really wrong. *looks around in the hallway before pulling Tezuka inside the room and closing the door behind him* I can't do this myself.
Tezuka: *glances over his shoulder at the closed door* ... *looks back at Momo*
Momo: I don't know I did this, but I can't bend forward to fix it myself 'cause I'm not flexable enough, and if I'm not careful, it's gonna hurt. *motions to his crotch*
Tezuka: ... *turns and walks out the door*
Momo: No, Tezuka-buchou! ;__; You have to help me!
Tezuka: *picks up his bag* That is not the sort of problem you're supposed to take to your captain.
Momo: You're the first person who came along! Please, Tezuka-buchou, it's gonna hurt if I don't get it un-stuck. *looks desperate* I *need* that!
Tezuka: *gives Momo quite a look* What you do in your personal time is not important to me, but I'll have you know... *pause* Unstuck?
Momo: My underwear! It's caught in my fly!
Tezuka: ...*turns just a bit red* Get back in the room. *puts the bag down, shoves Momo, and closes the door behind him*
Momo: *relieved* I don't know how I did it - I was just tryin' to get changed after my shower. I've never done this before. *groans* I wouldn't need to ask anyone if I were bendy, but unfortunately, I have less flexibility than a pole.
Tezuka: *still blushing just a little* Stand still. *gets on his knees to get a better look - carefully begins to unwork the zipper caught up in the cloth* Be thankful it is only cloth.
Momo: *stands perfectly still* Yeah... thank god. *glances at the wall* ...Shit, I feel so embarrassed.
Tezuka: ... *thinking he must feel far more embarrassed than Momoshiro possibly could... and the zipper is very, truly stuck* ...Are you able to get the pants off, or is it zipped up too high? This would be far simpler if you could remove them.
Momo: ...That'd make sense. Um... maybe? I'd lose the underwear, too. *tries to bend over a bit to see - it's pretty much an impossible feat for his back*
Tezuka: ...I did not mean for you to do so while I am still here. *sighs, stands* Come get me if you are unable to get out of them. *goes back outside, closes the door behind him*
Momo: *tries to shimmy out of the pants* ...Oh shit. *tugs on them, and the pants budge about a centimeter before refusing to go any further* Whyyyyyy meeeeeee~? Tezuka-buchouuuuuuu. *opens the door again*
Tezuka: ... *sighs, he is going to be late for that meeting, after all. If only he were meaner. If only his room were farther from Momo's. If only he weren't nasty and sweaty and still in tennis garb* ...Let's try a different tactic. *goes back in the room, closes the door in his wake* Lie down on the bed.
Momo: You're a life-saver, Tezuka-buchou, really. *flops on his bed*
Tezuka: *climbs up on the bed and straddles Momo's legs, trying to get leverage on the zipper to pull at it - he puts one hand to Momo's hip to hold him down and tugs* Try to stay still.
Momo: *feels himself blushing a bit, which is ridiculous, because Tezuka's only trying to help him* I'm tryin', I'm tryin'. *stays as still as he can*
Tezuka: *glances at Momo, eyes just a bit harsh* Try harder. *puts a bit more pressure to Momo's hip and tugs a bit harder - this is accomplishing nothing except possibly tearing fabric... he'll have to... he makes a face*
Momo: Kinda hard when you're tugging on my crotch. *nevertheless, tries to still himself more, grabbing onto the headboard as if that would try to help* Just... try not to damage me in the process? *really concerned about what lays beneath the underwear*
Tezuka: *makes even more of a face* ...Just hold onto that. *moves down and grabs one of the pants legs by the hem and tugs - it barely shifts* ...Hm. *tugs at the other leg, same result*
Momo: *holds on tight to the headboard* I don't think they're gonna come off that way. *mutters* Stupid pants.
Tezuka: I believe you are correct. *examines the zipper thoughtfully, again* ...*tries zipping it up farther and bringing it back down, once more - it still is not going to unstick itself* Could you perhaps... from the inside...? If you pull the fabric away while I try to move the zipper...
Momo: I can try that, yeah. *slips his fingers below the belt line of the pants, and tries to pull the fabric away*
Tezuka: *while Momo does this, works the zipper - this time it comes free of the underwear and unzips properly*
Momo: Yeah! *lets go of the bedframe, spreading his arms wide and letting them flop onto the bed* You're a life-saver, Buchou.
Tezuka: ... *stands and resists the urge to brush himself off while regaining his dignity* Do not forget that Tachibana-chan asked that we meet her down in the kitchen.
Momo: ...Oh shit, I completely forgot about that. *sits up and tries to pull the zipper up again, this time much more careful - the zipper does up with no problems, this time*
Tezuka: If you'll excuse me... *goes to grab his bag and go shower*
Momo: I really owe him one. *feels more relieved than he has in a long time, and styles his hair*
Momo: *freshly out of the shower and is looking around his room for the pants he wanted to wear, wearing only a pair of underwear and a t-shirt* Where did I put them... *realizes they're sitting on top of his bed and mutters to himself, unfolding them, and pulling them on, only to pull of the zipper to find...* ...Oh shit. *tries forcing the zipper up* Ohshitohshitohshit. *doing a little dance around his room trying to figure out how the hell he managed to zip up his underwear into his fly* Gah! Shit oh shit oh shit! D: Somebody help me. *opens his door, peeking his head around the doorframe* Anyone 'round?
Tezuka: *on his way down the hall, just in from training - he wants a shower and to get changed out of shorts before this meeting in the kitchen... and hopes Atobe is not back in the room. He glances over at the door where Momo is poking his head out* ...Are you looking for someone? *adjusts his tennis bag on his shoulder*
Momo: Buchou! *huge sigh of relief* Okay, this is a bit weird, but you really, really have'ta help me with somethin'.
Tezuka: ... *having bad flashbacks from the many years he and Momoshiro shared tennis club in common, but sets his bag aside against his better judgment and goes to the door* Is something wrong?
Momo: Yes, really wrong. *looks around in the hallway before pulling Tezuka inside the room and closing the door behind him* I can't do this myself.
Tezuka: *glances over his shoulder at the closed door* ... *looks back at Momo*
Momo: I don't know I did this, but I can't bend forward to fix it myself 'cause I'm not flexable enough, and if I'm not careful, it's gonna hurt. *motions to his crotch*
Tezuka: ... *turns and walks out the door*
Momo: No, Tezuka-buchou! ;__; You have to help me!
Tezuka: *picks up his bag* That is not the sort of problem you're supposed to take to your captain.
Momo: You're the first person who came along! Please, Tezuka-buchou, it's gonna hurt if I don't get it un-stuck. *looks desperate* I *need* that!
Tezuka: *gives Momo quite a look* What you do in your personal time is not important to me, but I'll have you know... *pause* Unstuck?
Momo: My underwear! It's caught in my fly!
Tezuka: ...*turns just a bit red* Get back in the room. *puts the bag down, shoves Momo, and closes the door behind him*
Momo: *relieved* I don't know how I did it - I was just tryin' to get changed after my shower. I've never done this before. *groans* I wouldn't need to ask anyone if I were bendy, but unfortunately, I have less flexibility than a pole.
Tezuka: *still blushing just a little* Stand still. *gets on his knees to get a better look - carefully begins to unwork the zipper caught up in the cloth* Be thankful it is only cloth.
Momo: *stands perfectly still* Yeah... thank god. *glances at the wall* ...Shit, I feel so embarrassed.
Tezuka: ... *thinking he must feel far more embarrassed than Momoshiro possibly could... and the zipper is very, truly stuck* ...Are you able to get the pants off, or is it zipped up too high? This would be far simpler if you could remove them.
Momo: ...That'd make sense. Um... maybe? I'd lose the underwear, too. *tries to bend over a bit to see - it's pretty much an impossible feat for his back*
Tezuka: ...I did not mean for you to do so while I am still here. *sighs, stands* Come get me if you are unable to get out of them. *goes back outside, closes the door behind him*
Momo: *tries to shimmy out of the pants* ...Oh shit. *tugs on them, and the pants budge about a centimeter before refusing to go any further* Whyyyyyy meeeeeee~? Tezuka-buchouuuuuuu. *opens the door again*
Tezuka: ... *sighs, he is going to be late for that meeting, after all. If only he were meaner. If only his room were farther from Momo's. If only he weren't nasty and sweaty and still in tennis garb* ...Let's try a different tactic. *goes back in the room, closes the door in his wake* Lie down on the bed.
Momo: You're a life-saver, Tezuka-buchou, really. *flops on his bed*
Tezuka: *climbs up on the bed and straddles Momo's legs, trying to get leverage on the zipper to pull at it - he puts one hand to Momo's hip to hold him down and tugs* Try to stay still.
Momo: *feels himself blushing a bit, which is ridiculous, because Tezuka's only trying to help him* I'm tryin', I'm tryin'. *stays as still as he can*
Tezuka: *glances at Momo, eyes just a bit harsh* Try harder. *puts a bit more pressure to Momo's hip and tugs a bit harder - this is accomplishing nothing except possibly tearing fabric... he'll have to... he makes a face*
Momo: Kinda hard when you're tugging on my crotch. *nevertheless, tries to still himself more, grabbing onto the headboard as if that would try to help* Just... try not to damage me in the process? *really concerned about what lays beneath the underwear*
Tezuka: *makes even more of a face* ...Just hold onto that. *moves down and grabs one of the pants legs by the hem and tugs - it barely shifts* ...Hm. *tugs at the other leg, same result*
Momo: *holds on tight to the headboard* I don't think they're gonna come off that way. *mutters* Stupid pants.
Tezuka: I believe you are correct. *examines the zipper thoughtfully, again* ...*tries zipping it up farther and bringing it back down, once more - it still is not going to unstick itself* Could you perhaps... from the inside...? If you pull the fabric away while I try to move the zipper...
Momo: I can try that, yeah. *slips his fingers below the belt line of the pants, and tries to pull the fabric away*
Tezuka: *while Momo does this, works the zipper - this time it comes free of the underwear and unzips properly*
Momo: Yeah! *lets go of the bedframe, spreading his arms wide and letting them flop onto the bed* You're a life-saver, Buchou.
Tezuka: ... *stands and resists the urge to brush himself off while regaining his dignity* Do not forget that Tachibana-chan asked that we meet her down in the kitchen.
Momo: ...Oh shit, I completely forgot about that. *sits up and tries to pull the zipper up again, this time much more careful - the zipper does up with no problems, this time*
Tezuka: If you'll excuse me... *goes to grab his bag and go shower*
Momo: I really owe him one. *feels more relieved than he has in a long time, and styles his hair*