Funny Face
Funny Face - miyata/tamamori, 409 words, inspired by the may 4th concert mc
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“Dream of me?”
And Miyata pulls that same ridiculous face again that sends Tamamori into another fit of laughter that even his pillow can’t muffle. So funny that Tamamori agrees to the initial request once he can breathe again.
They whisper back and forth in the quiet darkness of the shared hotel room until Tamamori feels tired, Kitayama all the while snoring deeply from the the opposite side of the room. Neither pay any mind to the long odds of possibly waking the other but they try their best to stay quiet concious of Yokoo and Fujigaya on the other side of a shared wall and aware of the ramifications.
Their beds are no more than a foot apart. Close enough that if Miyata shows any signs of falling asleep first Tamamori can stretch an arm or long leg across the space between to pull his hair or kick him awake. Miyata sometimes attempts the same if Tamamori makes an icy joke or playful threat but his touch always lingers too long here or there to make the intent anything but threatening.
Miyata’s face still smiling is the last thing Tamamori sees before finally falling asleep yet despite it all Tamamori’s illogical subconscious dreams of surfing. Dreams of the hot Summer sun and his dogs strangely watching expectantly from the sandy shore. Dreams the waves are dark and high like sea cliffs. Terrifying as they approach in their impossibility to ride until the first one crashes overhead and Tamamori realises he can breathe perfectly underwater. Feels at home even as the current separates him from his board and pulls him deeper down.
Tamamori checks in worried curiosity for gills or webbed toes or extra octopus limbs but finding nothing out of odds he hums the title tune of Ponyo to himself and sets about exploring the colourful ocean bed.
Remnants of memories from the day filter in. The light refracts on the surface of the ocean throwing patterns like the twinkle of concert penlights. The schools of fish call and cheer his name like fans swarming around him growing louder and louder until it’s all too much - and then he’s awake - Miyata hovering above calling his name, warmer then the Summer sun and pulling the same funny face. Even with tired muscles and sleepy eyelids barely open Tamamori smiles and feels the bubble of a laugh about to break free.
“Did you dream of me?”
Tamamori frowns in reply and can’t suppress the disappointment.
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kira_shadow I believe it's your turn :D