No and I'm sorry.
Sep. 19th, 2011 09:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciirceeI really am not going to talk about where I've been for the past week despite my promises. It was not good and I thought sharing it would be like a bomb landing in your laps. Things are not actually bad--it was just a strong possibility of something kind of catastrophic. I'm fine. I should be around a bit Wednesday and much more on Thursday. Maybe even a bit tomorrow night.
Random five minute fic goes here.
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It's not because he likes him so much. It's not because he's so special or anything.
Honestly it's not. He isn't.
Nino has always been the sort of kid who touched a lot. He used to creep out everybody in his old neighborhood with the way he just held on to anybody he could get his hands on. So it's not like Ohno Satoshi is anybody special. He's just a guy that Nino likes to touch, like to hold hands with.
The only special thing is that Ohno lets him.
No. Not even that. Sho and Aiba let him.
Nino thinks it over, chews on it. "You hold back," he says to Ohno, their joined hands resting on their thrown-over-each-other knees.
Ohno keeps sketching with his free hand. "I'll try to be more open," he says faithfully.
Snorting with laughter at the misunderstanding, Nino leans against Ohno. "Please do," he mock pouts.
"You guys could be more disgusting but I'm not sure how," Jun says, wandering into the room with a volleyball tucked under his arm.
"'S'okay," Ohno mumbles "we're not sure how either." He lifts his head and blinks as though he's surprised by where he is. After a moment he blinks again and then turns and kisses Nino on the temple. "Kazunari."
Nino lets himself drop into Ohno's lap. "Satoshi. I'm going to sleep. Wake me up when we have work."
"We are AT work," Jun reminds him, holding up the ball. "V no Arashi?"
Nino looks at Ohno, who bends impossibly to kiss him on the forehead, jostling him up with his knees so that he can reach. "I'll wake you up when they need you."
"I love you, Oh-chan," Nino says on a yawn as Ohno's knees go down and take him along with them.
"Yep," says Ohno and his sketchpad flops down over Nino's face, like Nino is a convenient drawing table.
He doesn't mind. He tangles his hand with Ohno's free hand again. "Hold back," he says, closing his eyes.
"Sure thing," Ohno says, all distraction once more.
"Gross," says Jun and he's backed up by the noisy arrival of Sho and Aiba and somebody's manager and at least one set assistant, but all Nino can hear is the scratch of the pen and the sigh of Ohno's thumb sweeping soft against the back of his hand.
Random five minute fic goes here.
Static
It's not because he likes him so much. It's not because he's so special or anything.
Honestly it's not. He isn't.
Nino has always been the sort of kid who touched a lot. He used to creep out everybody in his old neighborhood with the way he just held on to anybody he could get his hands on. So it's not like Ohno Satoshi is anybody special. He's just a guy that Nino likes to touch, like to hold hands with.
The only special thing is that Ohno lets him.
No. Not even that. Sho and Aiba let him.
Nino thinks it over, chews on it. "You hold back," he says to Ohno, their joined hands resting on their thrown-over-each-other knees.
Ohno keeps sketching with his free hand. "I'll try to be more open," he says faithfully.
Snorting with laughter at the misunderstanding, Nino leans against Ohno. "Please do," he mock pouts.
"You guys could be more disgusting but I'm not sure how," Jun says, wandering into the room with a volleyball tucked under his arm.
"'S'okay," Ohno mumbles "we're not sure how either." He lifts his head and blinks as though he's surprised by where he is. After a moment he blinks again and then turns and kisses Nino on the temple. "Kazunari."
Nino lets himself drop into Ohno's lap. "Satoshi. I'm going to sleep. Wake me up when we have work."
"We are AT work," Jun reminds him, holding up the ball. "V no Arashi?"
Nino looks at Ohno, who bends impossibly to kiss him on the forehead, jostling him up with his knees so that he can reach. "I'll wake you up when they need you."
"I love you, Oh-chan," Nino says on a yawn as Ohno's knees go down and take him along with them.
"Yep," says Ohno and his sketchpad flops down over Nino's face, like Nino is a convenient drawing table.
He doesn't mind. He tangles his hand with Ohno's free hand again. "Hold back," he says, closing his eyes.
"Sure thing," Ohno says, all distraction once more.
"Gross," says Jun and he's backed up by the noisy arrival of Sho and Aiba and somebody's manager and at least one set assistant, but all Nino can hear is the scratch of the pen and the sigh of Ohno's thumb sweeping soft against the back of his hand.
