[Fic] Dino/Hibari + Maccha Photos + Handwriting Meme
Wrote this on a whim, under half-an-hour.
For those who aren't familiar with the venerable art of self-deprecation, that translates to: FOR QUALITY LITERATURE, PLEASE TO BE LOOKING ELSEWHERE, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. ♥
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Title: Fine Arts Between Tongue and Teeth
Series/Characters: [Reborn!] Dino/Hibari
Disclaimer: Amano's. Am only playing.
Word Count: 407
Notes: It's been a while since my last D18 fic ficlet. Not even sure what exactly spurred this on aside from wanting to write something stupid and funny, and maybe somehow turn Dino's mouth into an acceptable plot device. I don't know if the pastry and dessert wine combos mentioned in the ficlet actually taste good. Am not a connoisseur of Italian foods and have no particular aspirations to become one. ::is hit. with a stick::
ETA: Now also available in German, thanks to the lovely yumemi_yumeno - TRANSLATION HERE.
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Fine Arts Between Tongue and Teeth
by kasugai gummie
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During his twenty-ninth birthday celebration, Dino made a remarkable discovery. After his fifth glass of Strega and third pasticciotti, the young boss stood up, a sixth glass (of sweet, sweet courage) in hand.
“I,” he announced to his equally inebriated dinner party, “can tie a cherry stem into a knot.” He paused for dramatic effect. “With my tongue.” And then he leered a little to the right, a shining beacon of accomplished pride amidst the scattered cheers and accolades.
The recipient of the lopsided grin looked nonplussed. In fact, he sneered. “Sit down, Cavallone,” Hibari advised, and finished crushing the remains of his dessert plate with a spoon.
Had the Italian been less intoxicated he would’ve been able to translate the gratuitous bit of Hibari-speak into its more detailed “You have ten seconds before I make it so that you wake up with the fishes” component.
As it was however, Dino was quite pleasantly tipsy and in no shape or form to interpret anything more complicated than the customary “I’ll bite you to death.” Dino neither heard the ominous inflections, nor did he notice the way Tsuna’s Cloud Guardian had abolished his after-meal pastry to a tragically wasteful end. Instead, he remained upright, half-propped against his chair and delighted.
“But Kyouya,” he protested. “Don’t you know what that means?”
Hibari didn’t reply and twirled his spoon experimentally, testing out its balance between forefinger and thumb.
Dino, bless his soul, was undeterred by the calculating look that was alternating between his eyes and the spoon. His voice dropped to a confidential whisper. “It means that I’m a good kisser,” he confided and smiled.
It was the single most charming, most sickeningly sweet smile Hibari had ever been subjected to in his life. Abandoning the spoon on the tabletop with a clatter, Hibari grabbed hold of Dino’s tie, led him to the nearest open window, and defenestrated him into a conveniently situated pond.
When Dino woke up the next morning with Hibari’s condescension still fresh in his mind, and a rather large carp trapped down his pants (and very much alive and wriggling, thank you), he resolved to do better.
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During his thirtieth birthday celebration, Dino tried again. After his second glass of Amaretto and second tortoni, the young boss stood up, a third glass (of sweet, sweet courage) in hand.
“I,” he announced to the gathered celebrants, “can fold a starburst wrapper into a crane. With my tongue.”
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Fin
Completed: July 11, 2008
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These were taken almost three weeks ago (I think??) when butterflycages and I met up with _hissori at Mitsuwa before she had to go back to Stanford. But I didn't get around to uploading and vandalizing them until today. |D;
Best way to spend $3.50 EVAR. No arguments. None. (They did forget to drizzle the maccha syrup over the top though. Oh, well.)
That was basically lunch for me and Inaho: 2 maccha parfaits and a stick of dango each.
I debated between this and the Maccha + Mango Icecream, but decided the icecream would be overkill, having just OD'd on the parfait.
I also bought a pack of candy maccha cigarettes but forgot to take pictures of them. Maybe next time.
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Handwriting Meme! Nabbed from... I've honestly forgotten. OTL
1. Your name/username
2. Left-handed or right-handed?
3. Favourite letters to write?
4. Least favourite letters to write?
5. Write 'The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog'
6. Tag 6 people
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... the author of minibang fic I claimed still hasn't emailed me back. Not sure how long I should wait before I email the organizer about the AWOL situation. And nobody claimed mine so it looks like I'm stuck with doing my own illustrations again. Sigh.
Oh, crack. What's to become of you? You've become so under-appreciated. :(
nittle_grasper: If you happen to read this, do you think you'd have time for a single fic-illustration? There're a few gag-6918 moments in the grand scheme of things... orz
For those who aren't familiar with the venerable art of self-deprecation, that translates to: FOR QUALITY LITERATURE, PLEASE TO BE LOOKING ELSEWHERE, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. ♥
___________________________________________________________
Title: Fine Arts Between Tongue and Teeth
Series/Characters: [Reborn!] Dino/Hibari
Disclaimer: Amano's. Am only playing.
Word Count: 407
Notes: It's been a while since my last D18 fic ficlet. Not even sure what exactly spurred this on aside from wanting to write something stupid and funny, and maybe somehow turn Dino's mouth into an acceptable plot device. I don't know if the pastry and dessert wine combos mentioned in the ficlet actually taste good. Am not a connoisseur of Italian foods and have no particular aspirations to become one. ::is hit. with a stick::
ETA: Now also available in German, thanks to the lovely yumemi_yumeno - TRANSLATION HERE.
___________________________________________________________
Fine Arts Between Tongue and Teeth
by kasugai gummie
___________________________________________________________
During his twenty-ninth birthday celebration, Dino made a remarkable discovery. After his fifth glass of Strega and third pasticciotti, the young boss stood up, a sixth glass (of sweet, sweet courage) in hand.
“I,” he announced to his equally inebriated dinner party, “can tie a cherry stem into a knot.” He paused for dramatic effect. “With my tongue.” And then he leered a little to the right, a shining beacon of accomplished pride amidst the scattered cheers and accolades.
The recipient of the lopsided grin looked nonplussed. In fact, he sneered. “Sit down, Cavallone,” Hibari advised, and finished crushing the remains of his dessert plate with a spoon.
Had the Italian been less intoxicated he would’ve been able to translate the gratuitous bit of Hibari-speak into its more detailed “You have ten seconds before I make it so that you wake up with the fishes” component.
As it was however, Dino was quite pleasantly tipsy and in no shape or form to interpret anything more complicated than the customary “I’ll bite you to death.” Dino neither heard the ominous inflections, nor did he notice the way Tsuna’s Cloud Guardian had abolished his after-meal pastry to a tragically wasteful end. Instead, he remained upright, half-propped against his chair and delighted.
“But Kyouya,” he protested. “Don’t you know what that means?”
Hibari didn’t reply and twirled his spoon experimentally, testing out its balance between forefinger and thumb.
Dino, bless his soul, was undeterred by the calculating look that was alternating between his eyes and the spoon. His voice dropped to a confidential whisper. “It means that I’m a good kisser,” he confided and smiled.
It was the single most charming, most sickeningly sweet smile Hibari had ever been subjected to in his life. Abandoning the spoon on the tabletop with a clatter, Hibari grabbed hold of Dino’s tie, led him to the nearest open window, and defenestrated him into a conveniently situated pond.
When Dino woke up the next morning with Hibari’s condescension still fresh in his mind, and a rather large carp trapped down his pants (and very much alive and wriggling, thank you), he resolved to do better.
___________________________________________________________
During his thirtieth birthday celebration, Dino tried again. After his second glass of Amaretto and second tortoni, the young boss stood up, a third glass (of sweet, sweet courage) in hand.
“I,” he announced to the gathered celebrants, “can fold a starburst wrapper into a crane. With my tongue.”
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Fin
Completed: July 11, 2008
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These were taken almost three weeks ago (I think??) when butterflycages and I met up with _hissori at Mitsuwa before she had to go back to Stanford. But I didn't get around to uploading and vandalizing them until today. |D;
Best way to spend $3.50 EVAR. No arguments. None. (They did forget to drizzle the maccha syrup over the top though. Oh, well.)
That was basically lunch for me and Inaho: 2 maccha parfaits and a stick of dango each.
I debated between this and the Maccha + Mango Icecream, but decided the icecream would be overkill, having just OD'd on the parfait.
I also bought a pack of candy maccha cigarettes but forgot to take pictures of them. Maybe next time.
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Handwriting Meme! Nabbed from... I've honestly forgotten. OTL
1. Your name/username
2. Left-handed or right-handed?
3. Favourite letters to write?
4. Least favourite letters to write?
5. Write 'The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog'
6. Tag 6 people
___________________________________________________________
... the author of minibang fic I claimed still hasn't emailed me back. Not sure how long I should wait before I email the organizer about the AWOL situation. And nobody claimed mine so it looks like I'm stuck with doing my own illustrations again. Sigh.
Oh, crack. What's to become of you? You've become so under-appreciated. :(
nittle_grasper: If you happen to read this, do you think you'd have time for a single fic-illustration? There're a few gag-6918 moments in the grand scheme of things... orz