Lasering #3 tomorrow, Dir en grey & fanservice
Current situation:
The bits that blistered the most have lost the most ink; odd. It's actually quite exciting seeing how much ink goes each time. Going for 3rd session tomorrow, I'll see if I can take some pictures straight after the session to show how it looks when the ink vaporises on contact with the laser!!! Sounds vicious. It is. Don't get tattoos kids!!
Speaking of tattoos, went to Koko in Camden on Friday to see Dir en grey. Haven't seen Diru live since ooooooh, 2008? 2009? They bloody well have NOT aged one little bit! I only knew 2 songs, Zan and Ain't Afraid to Die.
AIN'T AFRAID TO DIE!!!!!!! /orz DEAD
It was so good, Kyo's voice was superb. Strong and clean. Shame about the tossers in the audience who couldn't keep quite during the break just before the guitar solo. It made the evening.
Toshiya was very genki, Die very cool and Kaoru just well, Kaoru.
Mr Kyo-sama well, man's got ink! It's his fault I had my half sleeve - he was just starting with his sleeves and I wanted to keep up! I fell WAY behind it seems.
I hung around for an hour or so after the gig, waiting near the tour bus. There was a sign inside the door in Japanese that said something about the toilet paper dispenser in the bus toilet. It also smelled of cough medicine or TCP or something. I went before the band came out though. Not until I'd sent a really emo Tweet to Ruki saying, Oh Ruki... I'm at Diru in London (read between the lines buddy)and we really love Japanese bands in Europe so please don't forget us!
Finally, fanservice. Ruki x Hiroto.
I don't blame Hiroto one little bit. I bet he's been waiting, biding his time until he could get his hands on Matsumoto-san. Yessssssss..... plotting, planning.....
I wonder what Reita makes of it all.
(still 110% convinced they're perfect for each other)
Fikshun:
"Well done" Reita handed a towel to Hiroto as he walked past. "You did good out there tonight."
Hiroto grasped the fluffy fabric but Reita didn't let go, instead pulling both it and the guitarist slightly towards him.
"Did you enjoy your moment? Did you like feeling his lips on your neck?"
The guitarist blushed a deep pink, the words reminding him and stirring him inside. Yes, he had liked it. Alot.
"Imagine", Reita whispered naughtily, his voice dangerously low, "Imagine how they feel around your c....."
"Tired...." Ruki blundered past them both, smearing the bassist's cheek with his lips as he went. He disappeared into a dressing room only to return a moment later with a lit cigarette between his lips.
"That was so good. Sharing my heart with the crowd is my life, but sharing Kawamura's heart and soul was my dream." His back flat against the wall, he puffed on his cigarette whilst unbuttoning his glistening, sweat soaked black shirt. Running a hand through the strands of hair stuck to his forehead he visibly mustered himself, shaking his head vigorously enough for the rest of his hair to stand wildly on end.
"OK..."
Ruki was unaware of the two pairs of eyes watching intently as he took his shirt off, turning his back to them as he disappeared back into the dressing room. The microphone wire taped between his shoulder blades accentuating the slight curve of muscle running down to the visible top of his shorts.
Reita finally let go of the towel and smiled at Hiroto, copying Ruki's earlier motion and patting him on the head.
"All mine, Hi-ro-to, all mine."
The bits that blistered the most have lost the most ink; odd. It's actually quite exciting seeing how much ink goes each time. Going for 3rd session tomorrow, I'll see if I can take some pictures straight after the session to show how it looks when the ink vaporises on contact with the laser!!! Sounds vicious. It is. Don't get tattoos kids!!
Speaking of tattoos, went to Koko in Camden on Friday to see Dir en grey. Haven't seen Diru live since ooooooh, 2008? 2009? They bloody well have NOT aged one little bit! I only knew 2 songs, Zan and Ain't Afraid to Die.
AIN'T AFRAID TO DIE!!!!!!! /orz DEAD
It was so good, Kyo's voice was superb. Strong and clean. Shame about the tossers in the audience who couldn't keep quite during the break just before the guitar solo. It made the evening.
Toshiya was very genki, Die very cool and Kaoru just well, Kaoru.
Mr Kyo-sama well, man's got ink! It's his fault I had my half sleeve - he was just starting with his sleeves and I wanted to keep up! I fell WAY behind it seems.
I hung around for an hour or so after the gig, waiting near the tour bus. There was a sign inside the door in Japanese that said something about the toilet paper dispenser in the bus toilet. It also smelled of cough medicine or TCP or something. I went before the band came out though. Not until I'd sent a really emo Tweet to Ruki saying, Oh Ruki... I'm at Diru in London (read between the lines buddy)and we really love Japanese bands in Europe so please don't forget us!
Finally, fanservice. Ruki x Hiroto.
I don't blame Hiroto one little bit. I bet he's been waiting, biding his time until he could get his hands on Matsumoto-san. Yessssssss..... plotting, planning.....
I wonder what Reita makes of it all.
(still 110% convinced they're perfect for each other)
Fikshun:
"Well done" Reita handed a towel to Hiroto as he walked past. "You did good out there tonight."
Hiroto grasped the fluffy fabric but Reita didn't let go, instead pulling both it and the guitarist slightly towards him.
"Did you enjoy your moment? Did you like feeling his lips on your neck?"
The guitarist blushed a deep pink, the words reminding him and stirring him inside. Yes, he had liked it. Alot.
"Imagine", Reita whispered naughtily, his voice dangerously low, "Imagine how they feel around your c....."
"Tired...." Ruki blundered past them both, smearing the bassist's cheek with his lips as he went. He disappeared into a dressing room only to return a moment later with a lit cigarette between his lips.
"That was so good. Sharing my heart with the crowd is my life, but sharing Kawamura's heart and soul was my dream." His back flat against the wall, he puffed on his cigarette whilst unbuttoning his glistening, sweat soaked black shirt. Running a hand through the strands of hair stuck to his forehead he visibly mustered himself, shaking his head vigorously enough for the rest of his hair to stand wildly on end.
"OK..."
Ruki was unaware of the two pairs of eyes watching intently as he took his shirt off, turning his back to them as he disappeared back into the dressing room. The microphone wire taped between his shoulder blades accentuating the slight curve of muscle running down to the visible top of his shorts.
Reita finally let go of the towel and smiled at Hiroto, copying Ruki's earlier motion and patting him on the head.
"All mine, Hi-ro-to, all mine."