Log: Chibi Pair
Who: Dan Taichi & Echizen Ryoma
What: Dan has a couple of surprises for Ryoma. Ryoma rediscovers the true love of his life.
Where: Dan (and Akutsu's) room
When: May 17th
Rating: PG
Notes: Very short. Very very cute. We accept no responsibility for possible tooth rot.
Ponta. Ponta. Ponta. It was almost worth the stupid argument in that stupid Catholic's journal - Ryoma had a distaste for anything religious, really, too many sects over in the States that tried to corrupt the mind - because, yeah. Ponta. In a heartbeat he was at Dan's door and knocked on it. "Guess who?"
"Someone who loves sugary, carbonated beverages more than he loves me," Dan replied lightly. "Do come in."
"Thanks." He had the decency to blush at least. He gave a short nod at Dan, and then looked around. "Where is it?"
"Oh, I don't know if I should give it to you at all," Dan replied even as he went to dig through his bag. "You'll probably just leave me in its favour..."
"Yeah, its flavour." That's not what he said, Ryoma... "Uh, sorry, what?"
"Nothing. You're obviously not listening to me anyway." Dan hesitated. "I, ah... I checked their website, and technically there's nothing here that should give you a reaction, but..." But he'd never forgive himself if he caused Ryoma to have another one of those... fits.
"But? I don't like 'but'." Ryoma frowned and eyed the can suspiciously. Maybe he should have waited with opening it... Oh well, too late. He might as well drink. So he did. "Fuck yes!"
Okay. No alarming signs just yet... Dan waited another moment, though, before finally daring a tiny smile. "So I take it it's... adequate?"
"Yeah, you know, it's not the same, not really, but yeah, it's great!" Truth to be told only a die hard fan (obsessed freak) like Ryoma could probably tell the difference, but anyway. He didn't feel bad. No throat clogging up, no dizziness, no nothing.
"...I'm relieved," Dan murmured, practically sinking on his bed. "I feared I'd poison you... or get your hopes up and then it'd turn out to be bad."
Ryoma smiled and walked up to the bed, and Dan, kissing him on the lips. "Thanks, Yamabuki. And... Hey." He suddenly stopped and stared at something. A change. A very... neat change at that. "You have stuff. In your ears!"
Well. That was actually... faster than he'd expected. "Nice to see I still merit some attention," he murmured, though he did smile. "And yes. I do have 'stuff in my ears', as you put it."
The earstuds actually looked like some Greek something-or-the-other, Ryoma couldn't remember quite what right now. Probably something that suited Dan's tastes though. "Yup. It's nice!"
"Well, I'm glad you like them," Dan said, feeling a bit more relieved. "I was kinda unsure when you didn't say anything in response to the mention on my journal..."
Had Dan written about it in his journal? Ryoma had to think. Hm. Oh, right, he had. Again, Ryoma found himself blushing. "Was too occupied with you calling me hot."
"...I think I might let you go just this once." Dan pulled him closer for a kiss. "And you are hot, hot enough I couldn't really deny you kisses... even if a can of soda apparently exceeds me in attractiveness."
"Well, I haven't had good Ponta for so long. I..." He really hadn't had Dan for quite some time either. Oh. Not in a real way anyway.
"Yeah, and the last time you did it tried to kill you. I know. It's okay." The least he could do in return for Ryoma tolerating his quirks was tolerate his in turn... and he did know Ryoma had missed his Ponta.
Ryoma climbed into the bed, leaned against Dan, and then allowed himself to get lost for a bit in purple, sparkly Ponta land. Mmm....
...It was kind of nice, watching Ryoma get all lost in his personal little la-la land. It certainly made Dan smile.
Taking the can away from his mouth, Ryoma offered a coy grin, lips glistening with spilled grape soda. "Okay. And now you get your 'thank you'..." He leaned in, making sure he showed his gratitude thoroughly enough.
What: Dan has a couple of surprises for Ryoma. Ryoma rediscovers the true love of his life.
Where: Dan (and Akutsu's) room
When: May 17th
Rating: PG
Notes: Very short. Very very cute. We accept no responsibility for possible tooth rot.
Ponta. Ponta. Ponta. It was almost worth the stupid argument in that stupid Catholic's journal - Ryoma had a distaste for anything religious, really, too many sects over in the States that tried to corrupt the mind - because, yeah. Ponta. In a heartbeat he was at Dan's door and knocked on it. "Guess who?"
"Someone who loves sugary, carbonated beverages more than he loves me," Dan replied lightly. "Do come in."
"Thanks." He had the decency to blush at least. He gave a short nod at Dan, and then looked around. "Where is it?"
"Oh, I don't know if I should give it to you at all," Dan replied even as he went to dig through his bag. "You'll probably just leave me in its favour..."
"Yeah, its flavour." That's not what he said, Ryoma... "Uh, sorry, what?"
"Nothing. You're obviously not listening to me anyway." Dan hesitated. "I, ah... I checked their website, and technically there's nothing here that should give you a reaction, but..." But he'd never forgive himself if he caused Ryoma to have another one of those... fits.
"But? I don't like 'but'." Ryoma frowned and eyed the can suspiciously. Maybe he should have waited with opening it... Oh well, too late. He might as well drink. So he did. "Fuck yes!"
Okay. No alarming signs just yet... Dan waited another moment, though, before finally daring a tiny smile. "So I take it it's... adequate?"
"Yeah, you know, it's not the same, not really, but yeah, it's great!" Truth to be told only a die hard fan (obsessed freak) like Ryoma could probably tell the difference, but anyway. He didn't feel bad. No throat clogging up, no dizziness, no nothing.
"...I'm relieved," Dan murmured, practically sinking on his bed. "I feared I'd poison you... or get your hopes up and then it'd turn out to be bad."
Ryoma smiled and walked up to the bed, and Dan, kissing him on the lips. "Thanks, Yamabuki. And... Hey." He suddenly stopped and stared at something. A change. A very... neat change at that. "You have stuff. In your ears!"
Well. That was actually... faster than he'd expected. "Nice to see I still merit some attention," he murmured, though he did smile. "And yes. I do have 'stuff in my ears', as you put it."
The earstuds actually looked like some Greek something-or-the-other, Ryoma couldn't remember quite what right now. Probably something that suited Dan's tastes though. "Yup. It's nice!"
"Well, I'm glad you like them," Dan said, feeling a bit more relieved. "I was kinda unsure when you didn't say anything in response to the mention on my journal..."
Had Dan written about it in his journal? Ryoma had to think. Hm. Oh, right, he had. Again, Ryoma found himself blushing. "Was too occupied with you calling me hot."
"...I think I might let you go just this once." Dan pulled him closer for a kiss. "And you are hot, hot enough I couldn't really deny you kisses... even if a can of soda apparently exceeds me in attractiveness."
"Well, I haven't had good Ponta for so long. I..." He really hadn't had Dan for quite some time either. Oh. Not in a real way anyway.
"Yeah, and the last time you did it tried to kill you. I know. It's okay." The least he could do in return for Ryoma tolerating his quirks was tolerate his in turn... and he did know Ryoma had missed his Ponta.
Ryoma climbed into the bed, leaned against Dan, and then allowed himself to get lost for a bit in purple, sparkly Ponta land. Mmm....
...It was kind of nice, watching Ryoma get all lost in his personal little la-la land. It certainly made Dan smile.
Taking the can away from his mouth, Ryoma offered a coy grin, lips glistening with spilled grape soda. "Okay. And now you get your 'thank you'..." He leaned in, making sure he showed his gratitude thoroughly enough.