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Note to self - pick up band aids before attempting to walk home. Also, see if CVS has arch supports.

~sigh~ Apparently new shoes give me blisters. They rub in JUST the wrong way on my right foot. So I limped part way to the coffee shop.

I need to work on my Atsushi. :\ Reminder to self, drabble Atsushi.

Reminder to self, find better screenshots of NakaMasa for Niou. :( I mean, I have *okay* screenshots, and I could just use bromide shots....

~glum~

I'm escaping from home at the coffee shop for a bit. Because my parents are home today, and so's my brother. My bro needs a haircut, but then so do I. My last haircut just... well, it was fine, but it was really juts chopping inches off. It didn't do anything for me.

Maybe I should go short? After the wedding this weekend.

Another topic - bring laptop to hotel? I'll have *some* free time Friday, and probably Saturday evening, no idea how long we're there Sunday. I'm rooming with Juliet, and she's all excited about the cable. -_- I don't think she realizes how much time we *won't* have. I should paint my finger nails and toe nails gold today.

ducksushi da ne

Atsushi hated, hated, hated the red ribbon Mizuki had given him. He’d always hated it. He hated the hair cut too, but there was nothing he could do about that except wait for it to grow back. The ribbon Atsushi got to remove while he was in classes, but the minute he was anywhere near a tennis court he had to have it on. Atsushi did not know why but he suspected it had something to do with Mizuki’s fashion sense; gay and unfashionable as Mizuki’s fashion sense was.

 

“Atsushi da ne!” Shinya’s voice squawked in his ear bringing Atsushi back to the present time and present situation. “Untie me da ne!” Ah yes, and the present tied to his bed.

 

His ribbon had it’s uses.

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Atsushi turns to look over his shoulder. “He’s watching us again.”

( chibi!rokkakku! )

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Ryou should have known that the stalker would show up.

( chibi!rokkakku develops )

 

I thought about giving Saeki headgear... but I think I'll save it for Davide or something

Jerks. Saeki thought as he swung on the swing.

( Awww, chibi!saeki )

 

Ittchan muse is mute.... but so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute

Saeki was posing against the coke machine when Bane dragged Davide towards the beach. Bane had some misguided notion that Davide made less puns when he was being shoved headfirst into the ocean. A brilliant guy, like Saeki, could have told you Bane was wrong.

“Sae-san.” Saeki turned, and the girls who had gathered to ogle his half-dress form whined at the loss. He ignored them though to grin at Itsuki. Itsuki’s face was quizzical as he looked from Saeki to the bikini girls back to Saeki. “…”

“Going clam digging?” Saeki grinned and wrapped an arm around Itsuki’s shoulders leading him off. “Sure! I’d love to come along! Thanks for inviting me Ittchan!”