Nagase stood behind Taichi and Matsuoka, holding the dvd remote in his hand. He gave them no warning, simply hit play. Suddenly the television was filled with Nino's face--his soulful, hopeful eyes, his downturned lips, the slight blush in his cheeks, the quivering chin with its cute little mole.
"Nino!" Matsuoka said worriedly, jolting in his chair.
Taichi had dropped to his knees on the floor. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Nagase hit pause. "No," he said firmly. "Nobody acknowledges that face. Nobody is sorry. Not even a tiny bit. No matter what face he makes, you'll ignore it or heap another task on it." He hauled Taichi back into his seat. "We're going to do this until you can manage it. I don't care if it's another two hours."
In the room next door, Joshima was working with Tatsuya. "You can do this," he said soothingly. "It won't kill him to cry a little." Stealthily he, too, hit the play button for his dvd player.
Again, Nino's small face captured the screen: infinitely sad, unutterably alone in the world. "Obviously fake," Joshima said.
"Baby," Tatsuya crooned, hugging the television, "Poor baby. Papa is here. Papa will make it better."
"That's not your son," Joshima sighed.
"Right, right." Tatsuya let go of the television and took his seat again. "That's Ninomiya and he's evil. I will ignore that face or I will give him something else, something more horrible, to do."
Joshima skipped to the next scene.
Nino had tears in his eyes.
Tatsuya leapt up.
"DO IT FOR YOUR SON," Joshima bellowed.
"So, Nino-chan," Nagase said, "it's Saturday. In TOKIO that's the day that the group baby treats everybody to lunch."
Nino's face slowly crumpled.
Tatsuya, Taichi, and Matsuoka all looked horrified, heartbroken, and ready to apologize.
Joshima sighed. He hadn't wanted it to come to this but if he wanted this plan to work, he was out of options. He dropped his hand and gave Nino an open-handed pat on the ass.
Nino squeaked, his eyes suddenly wide in his face.
"That," Taichi said in a strangled voice, "that was the cutest sound I have ever heard."
"Look at his face," Matsuoka cooed. He reached out and gave Nino a pat of his own.
Nino nearly climbed Tatsuya. "Hey!" he said.
Tatsuya cuddled him and then pinched his ass. "Oh my God," he said. "You might be even cuter than Pi. You're adorable."
Nagase smiled as Nino scrambled out of Tatsuya's arms. "You're so cute we could just. Eat. You. Up."
Nino darted past his outstretched hands and into the hall. "Lunch!" he shrieked. "My treat!"
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Re: Why, it's all because Joshima and Nagase are nobody's fools!
Date: 2009-01-31 08:11 pm (UTC)Nagase stood behind Taichi and Matsuoka, holding the dvd remote in his hand. He gave them no warning, simply hit play. Suddenly the television was filled with Nino's face--his soulful, hopeful eyes, his downturned lips, the slight blush in his cheeks, the quivering chin with its cute little mole.
"Nino!" Matsuoka said worriedly, jolting in his chair.
Taichi had dropped to his knees on the floor. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Nagase hit pause. "No," he said firmly. "Nobody acknowledges that face. Nobody is sorry. Not even a tiny bit. No matter what face he makes, you'll ignore it or heap another task on it." He hauled Taichi back into his seat. "We're going to do this until you can manage it. I don't care if it's another two hours."
In the room next door, Joshima was working with Tatsuya. "You can do this," he said soothingly. "It won't kill him to cry a little." Stealthily he, too, hit the play button for his dvd player.
Again, Nino's small face captured the screen: infinitely sad, unutterably alone in the world. "Obviously fake," Joshima said.
"Baby," Tatsuya crooned, hugging the television, "Poor baby. Papa is here. Papa will make it better."
"That's not your son," Joshima sighed.
"Right, right." Tatsuya let go of the television and took his seat again. "That's Ninomiya and he's evil. I will ignore that face or I will give him something else, something more horrible, to do."
Joshima skipped to the next scene.
Nino had tears in his eyes.
Tatsuya leapt up.
"DO IT FOR YOUR SON," Joshima bellowed.
"So, Nino-chan," Nagase said, "it's Saturday. In TOKIO that's the day that the group baby treats everybody to lunch."
Nino's face slowly crumpled.
Tatsuya, Taichi, and Matsuoka all looked horrified, heartbroken, and ready to apologize.
Joshima sighed. He hadn't wanted it to come to this but if he wanted this plan to work, he was out of options. He dropped his hand and gave Nino an open-handed pat on the ass.
Nino squeaked, his eyes suddenly wide in his face.
"That," Taichi said in a strangled voice, "that was the cutest sound I have ever heard."
"Look at his face," Matsuoka cooed. He reached out and gave Nino a pat of his own.
Nino nearly climbed Tatsuya. "Hey!" he said.
Tatsuya cuddled him and then pinched his ass. "Oh my God," he said. "You might be even cuter than Pi. You're adorable."
Nagase smiled as Nino scrambled out of Tatsuya's arms. "You're so cute we could just. Eat. You. Up."
Nino darted past his outstretched hands and into the hall. "Lunch!" he shrieked. "My treat!"