Pineapple Juice (Or of Sticky Fingers and Tight Pants) Cont'ddictionarysaysJuly 28 2010, 17:09:52 UTC
Cont'd
Ten minutes later (Sho and Jun still haven’t returned), Nino makes his way into the dressing room; spotting Ohno and his pineapple in no time at all-he skips his way over to the couch, making it his business to climb from the back and wedge himself in the ridiculously small space between Ohno and the arm of the couch.
“Oh-chan.”
“Nino.” Nino grins, plucking the pineapple from Ohno’s hand and putting it into his own mouth. He grins even more at Oh-chan’s pout. “You’ve been eating this all morning, one piece isn’t gonna kill ya.”
“You don’t know that. That could’ve been the best part.” So Ohno drowns his sorrows in another piece, savouring it this time around.
Nino stretches like a cat, “Guess we’ll never know.”
It stays like this for a few minutes, Ohno munching away and offering Nino some every other slice (Nino is always obliged), while Nino wriggles restlessly; he forgot his DS in the other room and is far too lazy to get it now (first he plays with the fine hairs on Ohno’s nape, then he squeezes Oh-chan’s right arm in different places).
“This is the one I picked.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm.” Oh-chan is strangely tired and he finds himself resting his head on Nino’s bony shoulder, twisting closer. Nino’s stubby fingers comb through Ohno’s hair and it’s sticky and it feels like spring.
“How the hell’d you get it in your hair?” Ohno shrugs and Nino just laughs, grabbing Oh-chan’s face and turning it to his. “There’s more on your face.” Ohno scrubs sleepily at his face as Nino wishes he’d stop feeling like some sentimental fool. So as to suppress the soft smile tugging at his lips, he murmurs, “Eeh. Your nose too, Riida.” Ohno scrunches his nose needlessly, trying to wiggle the adorable thing. Nino’s chuckle is straight from his gut. “You missed a spot, yanno.”
“I did?”
“Yeah. Let me.” Nino’s voice is smug (as pink as his ears may be) when he moves in for the kill.
Aiba, always the last one to show up, rushes into the dressing room with a happy-raspy ‘hi!’. He walks straight back out and can’t stop the stupid grin on his face.
“Sho-kun! Matsujun! Come quick! You’ll never believe this... I mean, I didn’t think pineapples could even go there! Bring a camera, anything-something that records!”
Guh. So looooong~ My bad (the prompt, so good). I've watched that video several times since last month (never stop being cuteomgurfadorkablysquishymunch Ohno).
Ten minutes later (Sho and Jun still haven’t returned), Nino makes his way into the dressing room; spotting Ohno and his pineapple in no time at all-he skips his way over to the couch, making it his business to climb from the back and wedge himself in the ridiculously small space between Ohno and the arm of the couch.
“Oh-chan.”
“Nino.” Nino grins, plucking the pineapple from Ohno’s hand and putting it into his own mouth. He grins even more at Oh-chan’s pout. “You’ve been eating this all morning, one piece isn’t gonna kill ya.”
“You don’t know that. That could’ve been the best part.” So Ohno drowns his sorrows in another piece, savouring it this time around.
Nino stretches like a cat, “Guess we’ll never know.”
It stays like this for a few minutes, Ohno munching away and offering Nino some every other slice (Nino is always obliged), while Nino wriggles restlessly; he forgot his DS in the other room and is far too lazy to get it now (first he plays with the fine hairs on Ohno’s nape, then he squeezes Oh-chan’s right arm in different places).
“This is the one I picked.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm.” Oh-chan is strangely tired and he finds himself resting his head on Nino’s bony shoulder, twisting closer. Nino’s stubby fingers comb through Ohno’s hair and it’s sticky and it feels like spring.
“How the hell’d you get it in your hair?” Ohno shrugs and Nino just laughs, grabbing Oh-chan’s face and turning it to his. “There’s more on your face.” Ohno scrubs sleepily at his face as Nino wishes he’d stop feeling like some sentimental fool. So as to suppress the soft smile tugging at his lips, he murmurs, “Eeh. Your nose too, Riida.” Ohno scrunches his nose needlessly, trying to wiggle the adorable thing. Nino’s chuckle is straight from his gut. “You missed a spot, yanno.”
“I did?”
“Yeah. Let me.” Nino’s voice is smug (as pink as his ears may be) when he moves in for the kill.
Aiba, always the last one to show up, rushes into the dressing room with a happy-raspy ‘hi!’. He walks straight back out and can’t stop the stupid grin on his face.
“Sho-kun! Matsujun! Come quick! You’ll never believe this... I mean, I didn’t think pineapples could even go there! Bring a camera, anything-something that records!”
Guh. So looooong~ My bad (the prompt, so good). I've watched that video several times since last month (never stop being cuteomgurfadorkablysquishymunch Ohno).
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