THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING REDUX! (#1)
It's that time of the year...
Same as last time. You know what to do.
PROMPT. WRITE. PIMP. STALK.
Go!
You can: prompt even if you don't plan to write; prompt/write any rating from g to nc-17; prompt/write drama incarnations of akame. you don't need to be prompted to write ;)
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Same as last time. You know what to do.
PROMPT. WRITE. PIMP. STALK.
Go!
You can: prompt even if you don't plan to write; prompt/write any rating from g to nc-17; prompt/write drama incarnations of akame. you don't need to be prompted to write ;)
This entry:→ Is always second from the top ( Read more... )
Kame was pretty sure Jin was the only one who didn't know by now. The first person to find out was Koki, when picking Kame up as part of the carpool system Kame had put into place. He'd been lazily looking through the contents of Kame's bookshelf while Kame got ready, which he knew by then could take quite awhile.
"Whoa, what's this." Koki grinned wolfishly and grabbed the photo album with greedy glee, ready for some embarrassing photos (not that JE didn't have a whole archive of them already).
Kame remembered freezing in the bathroom when he heard Koki yell "WHOA, WHAT'S THIS?!"
Kame bought a digital camera and started storing the printed copies in a hiding place from then on.
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"Get some good shots today?" Nakamaru teased, slinging an arm around Kame's shoulders as they walked back to the dressing room from practice, a little farther ahead from the others. Kame glared at him and glanced over his shoulder where Jin was walking with Ueda, a towel slung around his neck, wiping the side of his face as Ueda seemed to make boxing gestures, Koki, Junno, and Jin bursting into laughter once he'd finished pretending to knock himself out.
"Shut up," Kame murmured, looking straight ahead again. "It's just a hobby."
"The hobby of a deranged stalker," Nakamaru muttered not quite under his breath, laughing when Kame gave him a baleful stare and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"What're you bozos laughing about?" Koki called from behind as they entered the breakroom. Nakamaru opened his mouth to speak, grinning and waggling his eyebrows at Kame.
"Just talking about Nakamaru's nose," Kame breezily interrupted Nakamaru's "well-", "I was recommending nosehair clippers," he said over his shoulder, solemn.
"'Cause you would know all about those, huh," Jin replied smoothly, laughing when Kame looked behind him again and made a face. Jin grabbed his bag and stuffed his towel into it, taking out his shades and a jacket that he pulled on. "I gotta buy some stuff at the store," he said by way of farewell, nudging his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and grinning. "Later."
Everyone called out farewells while Kame slowly put his things back into his bag, the camera heavy around his neck. Grocery shopping.
Jin being domestic.
Kame hastily shouldered his bag and walked out swiftly, just barely remembering to call out a goodbye before he pushed through the door and jogged lightly after Jin.
The others watched him go with raised eyebrows and knowing looks amongst themselves.
"A photographer leads a busy life, ne," Koki remarked sagely while the rest nodded silently.
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Pleased that this is being continued. dkfs can't believe Pat made you write this part, too. Oh wait, yes I can. :|
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HAHAHA but I force her to write the actual plot-y bits so really I should feel guilty :(
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!!! that would be hilarious. kind of a dealbreaker if you see your bandmate pretending to be perusing the menu while scowling at your date. unless you're into voyeurism...
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also i don't want to miss any fic that might yet get posted. :o
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:| maybe i should start tracking this post too then...
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a;lsdkjf WHERE ARE THE JIN DRABBLE POSTS/LOVE FESTS. :(
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