Advent Drabbling, Day 24.
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Merry Christmas, everyone!
Door: 24
Requester: charliechaplin2
Character/Ship: Jadeite and Makoto
Prompt: Cindy Crawford
It was one rainy Thursday afternoon, and Makoto had stopped by the boys' house to meet Noboru. Noboru, who was stuck in traffic and nowhere near home, Jirou informed her cheerfully while leading her inside.
"He rang me five me minutes ago, telling me to keep you entertained until he got here."
Sidestepping the usual piles of dirty laundry in the hallway, she followed him. "Erm, thanks. And when exactly will that be?"
"In an hour or so."
They arrived in the living-room and Jirou plonked down on the couch without further ado. There was an assortment of old videotapes on the coffee table in front of him, and one glance revealed to Makoto that not all of them were 80's action films. Two or three of them looked decidedly like porn.
"Great...," she muttered.
"Hey, I don't want a negative attitude here. If your boyfriend thinks you were anything other than happy while waiting for him, guess whose head he's going to shove into the loo?"
A disgusted expression crossed her face. The bathroom in their small house was the stuff on legends, and Makoto had once seen Katsurou enter it with a filter mask and elbow-length rubber gloves. Since he was the only one in the house not given to randomly acting stupid, she found this rather worrying.
"You're kidding."
Jirou shrugged. "I wish I was. Want to help me sort my old tapes? Hey, we can even watch one and I'll provide a running commentary."
Picking up a tape with a woman in a red bathing suit on the cover, she sighed and gingerly sat down next to him. "Fine, go ahead."
"Hey, brilliant, it's your American model counterpart in a teeny tiny gym suit!" His voice took an a reverential note, and he wrapped an arm around her, his face full of reminiscence: "This tape, dear Makoto, this tape made me a man."
Groaning, she vowed that if anyone's head was going to be shoved into the toilet in the imminent future, it would be Noboru's.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Door: 24
Requester: charliechaplin2
Character/Ship: Jadeite and Makoto
Prompt: Cindy Crawford
It was one rainy Thursday afternoon, and Makoto had stopped by the boys' house to meet Noboru. Noboru, who was stuck in traffic and nowhere near home, Jirou informed her cheerfully while leading her inside.
"He rang me five me minutes ago, telling me to keep you entertained until he got here."
Sidestepping the usual piles of dirty laundry in the hallway, she followed him. "Erm, thanks. And when exactly will that be?"
"In an hour or so."
They arrived in the living-room and Jirou plonked down on the couch without further ado. There was an assortment of old videotapes on the coffee table in front of him, and one glance revealed to Makoto that not all of them were 80's action films. Two or three of them looked decidedly like porn.
"Great...," she muttered.
"Hey, I don't want a negative attitude here. If your boyfriend thinks you were anything other than happy while waiting for him, guess whose head he's going to shove into the loo?"
A disgusted expression crossed her face. The bathroom in their small house was the stuff on legends, and Makoto had once seen Katsurou enter it with a filter mask and elbow-length rubber gloves. Since he was the only one in the house not given to randomly acting stupid, she found this rather worrying.
"You're kidding."
Jirou shrugged. "I wish I was. Want to help me sort my old tapes? Hey, we can even watch one and I'll provide a running commentary."
Picking up a tape with a woman in a red bathing suit on the cover, she sighed and gingerly sat down next to him. "Fine, go ahead."
"Hey, brilliant, it's your American model counterpart in a teeny tiny gym suit!" His voice took an a reverential note, and he wrapped an arm around her, his face full of reminiscence: "This tape, dear Makoto, this tape made me a man."
Groaning, she vowed that if anyone's head was going to be shoved into the toilet in the imminent future, it would be Noboru's.