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[fencer_x]

Huh...

XD

So, I was going through my pamphlets to see if the envelope I had was big enough to send one in...and was flipping through my Aru Hi pamphlet. For each actor's page, there are a list of questions to answer, and the last comment is supposed to be a comment to the other three.

I'd looked over Tuti's and Nagayan's a ton before (Tuti's to Nagayan: "Hurry up and age already!", Nagayan's to Tuti: "You got a bloody nose during rehearsals huh~" what. XD) so that wasn't what caught my eye. What got me was...the way the NAMES were written before each response (to indicate the person to whom the response was addressed).

For Nagayan's, the responses were written:

土屋さんへ
津村さんへ
中村さんへ

Quite normal, just last names and "to", so "To X/Y/Z-san". It was the same thing for Tsumura and Nakamura.

Except for Tuti. And it was what Tuti had written down that made me think they had to WRITE the name of the person they were saying the comment to rather than filling a pre-labeled box or something :P which I'd just assumed. Tuti's was written:

たかしさんへ
津村さんへ
中村さんへ

XDDDDDDD So this means Tuti's paper just had a "Takashi/Tsumura/Nakamura" written on it XD what XD HAVE I MENTIONED LATELY HOW MUCH I LOVE THAT HE CALLS NAGAYAN TAKASHI? I realize it should totally not mean anything big this far out, but god it does XD

Fic. Fic, I need fic. Someone write it for me, or I'll write it or something. I WANT FIC WITH NAGAYAN MAKING TUTI CALL HIM TAKASHI OR SOMETHING I DUNNO.

Eh forget it, it's late and I am obviously crazy :P

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[jedimastervala.livejournal.com]

Urgh, because that made my muse return from vacation....

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“So, I think we’ve progressed in our friendship,” Nagayan said as he lay on Tuti’s couch. He had wandered over earlier that night after dinner, intent on hanging out. They hadn’t seen each other for a few weeks, and both were feeling the break between musicals. Tuti really missed hanging out with his new friend, even if it did sometimes cause him to feel something akin to an arrhythmia. Which should probably be checked out, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t a medical issue.

Tuti looked up from cleaning his kitchen. “I suppose we have. Why do you bring it up?” he asked curiously, a grin on his face. Only Nagayan would state relationships in such a manner.

And of course it had progressed, from something that was strictly professional to something that was much more personal. They had begun to hang out after rehearsals, and then before rehearsals, to pretty much all the time. On the weekends one would consistently find himself at the others house with food and a new movie (Pixar in Nagayan’s case, or a new Simpson’s episode for Tuti).

Nagayan propped himself up on the arm of the couch and stared at him intently. Tuti flushed at the gaze and looked back down at scrubbing the counter. “You are going to call me Takashi.” He said decisively. “I’m going to start calling you Yuuichi and you have no say in the matter.”

“No say whatsoever?” Tuti clarified as he threw the rag into the sink, propping himself against the counter with his arm.

“Nope, no say.” Nagayan repeated. He had a look of smug satisfaction on his face that Tuti couldn’t help but laugh at.

Tuti walked over to the couch and sat on the opposite side as Nagayan tried to rearrange himself to face his friend again. “I suppose I can deal with that.” Tuti drawled.

“Good boy. Now, say it Yuuichi.” Nagayan said, leaning forward to peer threateningly at his friend.

Tuti couldn’t help it, he began to laugh again. “All right. Nagayan.”

That earned him a smack across the face with one of his pillows that Nagayan was armed with. “You little punk,” he said, threatening him with another smack, but with a large grin plastered across his face.

“Ow!” Tuti said, blocking his face in case Nagayan went through with his threat. “Why’d you do that Takashi? That was mean and cruel.”

Nagayan’s grin grew larger. “I don’t cry for you. See, was that so hard?” He placed his pillow down in his lap and laughed.

Tuti stuck out his tongue, realizing that he looked like a five year old. Nobody beat him with his own cushions! He grabbed the one behind him and whaled Takashi in the face.

The look of shock on Takashi’s face was priceless, apparently still stuck on the fact that he had just been smacked with a pillow. Tuti roared with laughter.

“Oh, it’s on now.” Takashi said between evil chuckles. “Defend yourself!”

He began to wallop Tuti as the other defended himself from the onslaught. It didn’t take long for the two to tire of their game, soon merely sitting on the couch, smacking one another as the mood took them.

“Okay, should we watch that new movie? What’s it called?” Tuti asked after shaking off his lethargy.

“S’called Monsters, Inc.” Takashi replied, holding up the case for inspection. He moved to get up, but paused. “Before that though, one quick thing.”

Tuti watched him curiously as Takashi leaned towards him, his pillow at the ready for any sign of attack. Takashi looked at it and shoved it away before kissing him and pulling away quickly. Tuti sat there, stupefied, aware he must look completely silly. “But…why?”

Takashi looked at him with a grin, “Because it’s hard not to notice when someone is staring at you like a lovestruck puppy through rehearsals.”

[trfishy521.livejournal.com]

awwwwwww. cute, cute, sooooooooo cute. i fell all warm n fuzzy now XDDD.

[amai-koibito.livejournal.com]

it's kinda fic-time)) the other day I had a muse flying around me and begging to write something, so I lay on my bed and wrote a 6 page story falling asleep right after I put the final dot. That's was tiresome.