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The Family Tegoshi:
cynicalism, 756 words
Note: In which--jldaskjdlakjda holy crap. HOLY CRAP. There are members. MEMBERS. There are members we have not coerced lovingly pointed in this direction. Which means that there are people that don't want us BRICKED. I what--:DIES: Let's try this again--
Note: JKDLAHDLHAFLKAFAKNOWAITIAMSTILLALLJKLADADHABECAUSEtinyangl--GAWD. Last time!
Note: In which I still have a paper to edit, but I am posting anyway because there is no such thing as sanity or coherence in my world at the moment--oh, and Tegomassuki visit Mr. and Mrs. Tegoshi? (That sounds WEIRD.)
Maki is seriously unsure of how she's managed to land herself into another odd predicament, but thinks that maybe this is her latent super idol power coming into play or something. This does not make her feel any better. Instead, Maki glances helplessly to her right, where Massu is walking calmly next to her, and to her front where Tegoshi is skipping merrily as he leads the way to his house.
"Here!" he chirps, running up the steps of the next house and ringing the doorbell. Maki sighs but trudges along after him after a quick push from Massu. The door opens to reveal a rather lovely woman--who is promptly gathered into a great sweeping hug by Tegoshi. Maki blinks, before covering her mouth with her hands, appropriately wibbling at the sight. Massu chuckles from beside her, leaning in and whispering, "Yeah, well imagine seeing the same thing for the first time a few years back, when Tegoshi still had bad hair and crooked teeth."
Maki takes a moment to consider this, then feels her insides melt from an overdose of sheer cute. When Tegoshi finally lets go of his mother, she beams and finally peers past her son, "Ah, Masuda-kun! It's nice to see you again--"
She promptly breaks off upon noticing Maki, then her eyes widen and she squeals, "Anata--Anata it's a girl!"
"W-what?!"
Maki finds that her suspicion about that statement is outweighed by her sudden overwhelming affection for Tegoshi's mother--who knew she was a girl at first glance--and so, decides to think nothing of it when the older woman ushers her inside, chattering away at light speed. Maki's suspicion comes back full force, however, when her attention seems solely focused on Maki throughout the entire dinner.
"Maki-chan, what's your favorite color?" or "Maki-chan, how are you with cooking? I can show you a lot of recipes?" "Maki-chan is such a pretty girl, ne?" but it doesn't really all come together until her eyes start shimmering at her--and Maki suddenly realizes where Tegoshi had gotten that little talent--and she asks, "So Maki-chan, are you seeing anyone right now?"
"E-eh?" Maki asks, admittedly caught off guard. "Uhm...kind of?"
"Who?" she asks, leaning forward onto the table and Maki almost doesn't have the heart to say anything with the way she's looking at her. She knows that look. Maki averts her eyes and scratches at the back of her neck. "Uh...Yamashita-kun."
"O-oh," Tegoshi's mom replies blinking, settling back into her seat. She sighs a little resignedly before flitting her gaze over to where her son is trying to feed Massu leftovers from his plate. Massu, for his part, seems to be fighting a two-way battle and losing, nervously shifting his eyes from a beaming Tegoshi wielding chopsticks to Tegoshi's father, who continues to clear his throat very loudly. Maki watches the older woman's gaze finally soften before she rises from the table and walks towards the kitchen, pausing behind her husband's seat, "Masuda-kun? Would you help me bring the dessert out?"
"Uhm, h-hai!" Massu replies, the relief evident in his voice, as he scrambles up, sending silverware clattering onto his plate, to follow her. He beams gratefully at her and Maki watches the other woman's lips tug upwards fondly as they disappear into the kitchen, talking quietly amongst themselves. Maki smiles at the sight.
"Ne, Maki-chan. What are you grinning about?" Tegoshi asks suddenly, poking at her cheek. Maki blinks, tilting her head to the side, watching as even Tegoshi's father is shaking his head, the tiny pinpricks of a smile on his face.
Maki opens her mouth to speak, then rethinks her words, before finally saying, "Parents are all the same, ne?"
Tegoshi blinks curiously at her, but Maki merely shakes her head. Because really, as impossible as they might be sometimes, all they want is what's best for their children. And Maki thinks she ought to call her mother some time later, perhaps arrange another dinner with Yamashita-kun after last time's disaster. But maybe after a little more time.
"Cake!" Tegoshi's mother exclaims, setting the platter down into the center of the table with a wide grin. Massu is right behind her, handing out a new set of dishes and forks to everyone as the older woman cuts slices for everyone. Tegoshi cheers and even his father is unable to resist the large smile on his face.
And cake, Maki notes idly, as she's handed a slice of her own, there definitely has to be cake.
Also, at the rate we've been going, you should expect daily spam. CHEERS!
cynicalism, 756 words
Note: In which--jldaskjdlakjda holy crap. HOLY CRAP. There are members. MEMBERS. There are members we have not coerced lovingly pointed in this direction. Which means that there are people that don't want us BRICKED. I what--:DIES: Let's try this again--
Note: JKDLAHDLHAFLKAFAKNOWAITIAMSTILLALLJKLADADHABECAUSEtinyangl--GAWD. Last time!
Note: In which I still have a paper to edit, but I am posting anyway because there is no such thing as sanity or coherence in my world at the moment--oh, and Tegomassuki visit Mr. and Mrs. Tegoshi? (That sounds WEIRD.)
Maki is seriously unsure of how she's managed to land herself into another odd predicament, but thinks that maybe this is her latent super idol power coming into play or something. This does not make her feel any better. Instead, Maki glances helplessly to her right, where Massu is walking calmly next to her, and to her front where Tegoshi is skipping merrily as he leads the way to his house.
"Here!" he chirps, running up the steps of the next house and ringing the doorbell. Maki sighs but trudges along after him after a quick push from Massu. The door opens to reveal a rather lovely woman--who is promptly gathered into a great sweeping hug by Tegoshi. Maki blinks, before covering her mouth with her hands, appropriately wibbling at the sight. Massu chuckles from beside her, leaning in and whispering, "Yeah, well imagine seeing the same thing for the first time a few years back, when Tegoshi still had bad hair and crooked teeth."
Maki takes a moment to consider this, then feels her insides melt from an overdose of sheer cute. When Tegoshi finally lets go of his mother, she beams and finally peers past her son, "Ah, Masuda-kun! It's nice to see you again--"
She promptly breaks off upon noticing Maki, then her eyes widen and she squeals, "Anata--Anata it's a girl!"
"W-what?!"
Maki finds that her suspicion about that statement is outweighed by her sudden overwhelming affection for Tegoshi's mother--who knew she was a girl at first glance--and so, decides to think nothing of it when the older woman ushers her inside, chattering away at light speed. Maki's suspicion comes back full force, however, when her attention seems solely focused on Maki throughout the entire dinner.
"Maki-chan, what's your favorite color?" or "Maki-chan, how are you with cooking? I can show you a lot of recipes?" "Maki-chan is such a pretty girl, ne?" but it doesn't really all come together until her eyes start shimmering at her--and Maki suddenly realizes where Tegoshi had gotten that little talent--and she asks, "So Maki-chan, are you seeing anyone right now?"
"E-eh?" Maki asks, admittedly caught off guard. "Uhm...kind of?"
"Who?" she asks, leaning forward onto the table and Maki almost doesn't have the heart to say anything with the way she's looking at her. She knows that look. Maki averts her eyes and scratches at the back of her neck. "Uh...Yamashita-kun."
"O-oh," Tegoshi's mom replies blinking, settling back into her seat. She sighs a little resignedly before flitting her gaze over to where her son is trying to feed Massu leftovers from his plate. Massu, for his part, seems to be fighting a two-way battle and losing, nervously shifting his eyes from a beaming Tegoshi wielding chopsticks to Tegoshi's father, who continues to clear his throat very loudly. Maki watches the older woman's gaze finally soften before she rises from the table and walks towards the kitchen, pausing behind her husband's seat, "Masuda-kun? Would you help me bring the dessert out?"
"Uhm, h-hai!" Massu replies, the relief evident in his voice, as he scrambles up, sending silverware clattering onto his plate, to follow her. He beams gratefully at her and Maki watches the other woman's lips tug upwards fondly as they disappear into the kitchen, talking quietly amongst themselves. Maki smiles at the sight.
"Ne, Maki-chan. What are you grinning about?" Tegoshi asks suddenly, poking at her cheek. Maki blinks, tilting her head to the side, watching as even Tegoshi's father is shaking his head, the tiny pinpricks of a smile on his face.
Maki opens her mouth to speak, then rethinks her words, before finally saying, "Parents are all the same, ne?"
Tegoshi blinks curiously at her, but Maki merely shakes her head. Because really, as impossible as they might be sometimes, all they want is what's best for their children. And Maki thinks she ought to call her mother some time later, perhaps arrange another dinner with Yamashita-kun after last time's disaster. But maybe after a little more time.
"Cake!" Tegoshi's mother exclaims, setting the platter down into the center of the table with a wide grin. Massu is right behind her, handing out a new set of dishes and forks to everyone as the older woman cuts slices for everyone. Tegoshi cheers and even his father is unable to resist the large smile on his face.
And cake, Maki notes idly, as she's handed a slice of her own, there definitely has to be cake.
Also, at the rate we've been going, you should expect daily spam. CHEERS!