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Title: Artist For Hire, pt. 2
Season: Digimon Tamers
Characters: Takato, Jianliang (Shaochung)
Rating: PG for mention of drawn yaoi.
Pairing: None
Words: 300
Constructive Criticism: Welcome, but I won't demand it.
Note: Part 1 is here.
Note 2: Richter Belmont is from the Castlevania/Akumajou Dracula X series of videogames (specifically Symphony of the Night for the costume. I haven't decided on Jen yet).
By noon, Shaochung ran off again to connect with other circles. He remained at the table, doodling while the digimon played together. Business was slow for newbies.
"Hey, has anyone seen Richter Belmont? Guy in a blue coat and has a whip," an all-too-familiar voice said over the din of the crowd noise. Takato choked when he saw a blur of olive skin and dark hair out of the corner of his eye and slumped over his work in hopes that Jianliang couldn't see him.
"Takato?" The voice sounded too close. He wanted to sink into the ground.
Best get this over with. As he fought down the burning sensation rising in his face, he looked up. "Yes," he squeaked, and wished again that the ground would open up and swallow him. He hadn't sounded like that since he left puberty!
Jianliang gave him one of those inquisitive looks, but didn't touch on the subject. "I didn't think I'd find you here."
"Funny, I was thinking the same." God, he hoped his embarrassment wasn't as obvious as he thought. In hopes of a quick distraction, Takato looked over the fancy costume Jianliang wore. "I never pegged you for a cosplayer."
The thoughtful look took on a tinge of long-suffering. "I'm not. It's my roommate, he... I keep hoping he'll catch on."
Takato nodded sympathetically; his girlfriend said he was like that. Just when he was preparing to give some platitude or another, his friend snatched one of the more explicit doujinshi out from the pile and flipped through it. Takato's stomach rather felt like it wanted to squeeze into a little ball and roll away.
The only change in Jianliang's contemplative expression was the arching of an eyebrow. "This position's a bit off."
Takato really wanted to disappear.
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So, so tempted to continue this. But then, it wouldn't be a drabble anymore, would it?
Season: Digimon Tamers
Characters: Takato, Jianliang (Shaochung)
Rating: PG for mention of drawn yaoi.
Pairing: None
Words: 300
Constructive Criticism: Welcome, but I won't demand it.
Note: Part 1 is here.
Note 2: Richter Belmont is from the Castlevania/Akumajou Dracula X series of videogames (specifically Symphony of the Night for the costume. I haven't decided on Jen yet).
By noon, Shaochung ran off again to connect with other circles. He remained at the table, doodling while the digimon played together. Business was slow for newbies.
"Hey, has anyone seen Richter Belmont? Guy in a blue coat and has a whip," an all-too-familiar voice said over the din of the crowd noise. Takato choked when he saw a blur of olive skin and dark hair out of the corner of his eye and slumped over his work in hopes that Jianliang couldn't see him.
"Takato?" The voice sounded too close. He wanted to sink into the ground.
Best get this over with. As he fought down the burning sensation rising in his face, he looked up. "Yes," he squeaked, and wished again that the ground would open up and swallow him. He hadn't sounded like that since he left puberty!
Jianliang gave him one of those inquisitive looks, but didn't touch on the subject. "I didn't think I'd find you here."
"Funny, I was thinking the same." God, he hoped his embarrassment wasn't as obvious as he thought. In hopes of a quick distraction, Takato looked over the fancy costume Jianliang wore. "I never pegged you for a cosplayer."
The thoughtful look took on a tinge of long-suffering. "I'm not. It's my roommate, he... I keep hoping he'll catch on."
Takato nodded sympathetically; his girlfriend said he was like that. Just when he was preparing to give some platitude or another, his friend snatched one of the more explicit doujinshi out from the pile and flipped through it. Takato's stomach rather felt like it wanted to squeeze into a little ball and roll away.
The only change in Jianliang's contemplative expression was the arching of an eyebrow. "This position's a bit off."
Takato really wanted to disappear.
---
So, so tempted to continue this. But then, it wouldn't be a drabble anymore, would it?