[text to comment log]toiletbowl_maouJuly 15 2009, 22:08:06 UTC
I'll be right there, just-- sit tight!
[Yuuri rushed up to the third floor. This was almost reminiscent of when he went to save Amu, but this time he was at least 90% positive the roof wouldn't collapse on him this time. He stopped in the hallway and peered to his left, then his right.]
Yamamoto! Say something if you can hear me! [He didn't really care if he was disturbing anyone else; his friend really needed him right now, so he was going to find him one way or another.]
[Yamamoto's head perked as he heard Yuuri's voice. Sighing he stood, pausing to make sure that his arm was in his sling properly before venturing out to the hall.]
[Yuuri's head turned quickly at the sound of Yamamoto's voice calling his name. He sprinted over to his friend, giving him a worried look. What the hell had happened to him? He realized then he hadn't ever actually bothered to ask--]
[Yuuri follows Yamamoto into the hospital room, not realizing the door didn't shut behind him. It really looked just the same as the one he had been in. He looked for a chair, but there didn't seem to be one. Oh well, he'd sit on the side of the bed.]
Alright, now what happened? You're making me nervous.
[Yuuri pulls up his legs and folds them on top of each other, leaning on his palms, elbows resting on his legs. He raises an eyebrow at Yamamoto when the other boy doesn't finish his sentence.]
[Excuse him while he almost falls off the bed because he's flailing so much. I mean what--Yamamoto swung that way? Terrible baseball analogy aside, Yuuri was trying to wrap his head around all this, but was finding it hard to force coherent words out of his mouth.]
Y-You--what? [And it was more in surprise this time than worry. He still couldn't imagine Yamamoto... kissing-- Then. All those times they'd been really close-- No, it wasn't that Yuuri didn't trust Yamamoto, it was just... surprising. I mean, what if Yamamoto had wanted to kiss Yuuri before? a;sdjkf he didn't want to think about it. Wolfram was stressful enough, and Yamamoto was having problems with Gokudera now, not Yuuri. Back on track, Yuuri. God, this was going to be awkward.]
[ooc | a;lkdjf that log. hnnnghhh you guuuuys.]
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[[w-waaat? :OO]]
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[ooc | talk about giant awkward turtle. |D;; it was so beautifully awkward.]
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[[ooc: wasn't it? :3]]
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[Yuuri rushed up to the third floor. This was almost reminiscent of when he went to save Amu, but this time he was at least 90% positive the roof wouldn't collapse on him this time. He stopped in the hallway and peered to his left, then his right.]
Yamamoto! Say something if you can hear me! [He didn't really care if he was disturbing anyone else; his friend really needed him right now, so he was going to find him one way or another.]
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Over here Yuuri!
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Hey-- what happened to you? Your arm--
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H-haha... a... piece of the apartment fell on it.
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Oh! Ah right. [Moves to the side] Come on in..
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Alright, now what happened? You're making me nervous.
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I--I think I made Gokudera mad.. One second I was helping him clean his wounds and changing his bandages--and then next minute we--we..
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You... what...?
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K-kissed...
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[Excuse him while he almost falls off the bed because he's flailing so much. I mean what--Yamamoto swung that way? Terrible baseball analogy aside, Yuuri was trying to wrap his head around all this, but was finding it hard to force coherent words out of his mouth.]
Y-You--what? [And it was more in surprise this time than worry. He still couldn't imagine Yamamoto... kissing-- Then. All those times they'd been really close-- No, it wasn't that Yuuri didn't trust Yamamoto, it was just... surprising. I mean, what if Yamamoto had wanted to kiss Yuuri before? a;sdjkf he didn't want to think about it. Wolfram was stressful enough, and Yamamoto was having problems with Gokudera now, not Yuuri. Back on track, Yuuri. God, this was going to be awkward.]
D-Did you... like it, at least?
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I--I [He paused. He did like it--if he didn't why would he continue kissing him back if he hated it? Scratching his nose he nodded.]
I--wasn't expecting it though. I--didn't know he would do that...
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