"I thought I said nothing fancy," Tamamori complained.
Miyata just smiled. "Compared to what I wanted to do, this is entirely casual."
To say Tamamori was surprised was an understatement. He left the Christmas date up to Miyata this year with the condition of it being nothing fancy. The last thing he wanted was to have to get dressed up for a fancy dinner. Instead Miyata had managed to kick out his family for the evening, lit candles (what was he, a girl?), and had something that Tamamori hoped tasted as good as it smelled in the kitchen.
But he still had to complain. Didn't want Miyata to get a big head.
"I thought I said nothing fancy," Nino had to snort at that. Jun organising something that was not fancy? It would be more likely to have snow in July.
“It’s not that fancy, is it?” Jun frowned. He had tried to tone it down from the original plan already.
“You got wines and caviar. Caviar. And geese livers.” Sho just had to raise his eyebrows. They were holding a small Christmas party for the staff who had been working with them during the concerts as a little ‘thank you
( ... )
Tamamori never really begged, but when he did, it always did its magic. Usually it was the opposite. Miyata would be coming to him to ask him for something or a favor (which Tamamori would eventually give into after giving Miyata a hard time). So when Tamamori asked Miyata to stay over that night and the next since his parents would be out of town for the weekend, he was surprised when Miyata declined. Not even his unfailing begging worked.
"So why did you call me?" Kitayama asks, "It's far too late for this to be a dinner invite... or anything, really."
"Except booty call," blurts Yamashita before he realizes it, and then he clamps his lips shut in embarrassment as Kitayama cracks up on the other end of the line.
"Is that the lasting influence of Jin-kun?" he says when he's done laughing, a little breathless. "Or was that a Freudian slip?"
"Whatever," Yamashita mutters, laughing a little himself. "What are you doing awake? I know I didn't wake you up because waking you up is impossible."
"It's far too late for this to be a dinner invite... or anything, really." Uchi laughed at that. Trust Kame to say something like that as soon as he answered the phone.
“It’s only 1am, surely Kamenashi Kazuya can do with a meal now.” Uchi couldn’t help but to tease the other a bit.
“True, but only if it’s first class sushi.”
“So spoiled.”
“Jealous much?” Uchi laughed again, he could just hear Kame’s grin through the phone line.
“Yes. So you are going to treat me to a beer tonight.”
“Now?”
“Yeap, you’ve finished for the night right?” Kame raised his eyebrow a bit in surprise to know that Uchi had remembered that he had GoSpo tonight. The other must had timed it so that he was just about to leave the studio before calling.
It’d be good to catch up with Uchi again and Kame didn’t have work the next morning so he went for the obvious answer.
“Alright, but only if you take the next round Uchi-kun.”
"What are you doing awake?" Yamashita asked, getting onto the bus shuttling a bunch of people from Tokyo Dome to the studio for the CDTV live broadcast. "I'd have expected you to rest. The night's going to be long."
Kitayama smiled and looked at the rest of his group, all of them asleep in the seats around him. "Getting there. I just wanted to make sure they were all okay first."
A wistful smile tugged on Yamashita's lips. Being by himself was different from being in a group.
He looked out of the window of the bus just to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure walking past, to a different van. Sometimes he missed Koyama and his mother-hen attitude. But he knew he couldn't go back to that again.
"Get settled down, too? If you stay awake I won't be able to sleep," Kitayama stuck out his tongue a little. "Come on."
Yamashita blinked at that.
"There's always somebody there to watch your back," Kitayama stated. "We're not alone. You're not alone."
(Just to be clear, this is supposing Kisumai goes on Pi's new show 8D/)
It had been hurry up and wait all day, as the lighting and camera crew worked out the kinks on a still new set, but although Kis-My-Ft2 were his kouhai and therefore not entitled to complain (and in fact were accustomed to this sort of thing anyway), Yamashita couldn't help but be embarrassed; he didn't have much experience in the variety circuit of the industry, and felt horribly useless. He tried to sound like he knew what he was talking about as he handed out drinks from the vending machine and told them that it wouldn't be long until they could go back on set.
"Oh, it'll take longer than that," Kitayama said, as an intern rushed past with a box full of light bulbs. "We should probably all take this chance to get some stuff done."
Apparently Kisumai didn't even need him to say so, because already Fujigaya was warming up his voice, Tamamori was pulling out a drama script (Yamashita could recognize that in barely a glance), and the others were digging sundry
( ... )
“Uh…surprise?” Surprise it was indeed. Ninomiya Kazunari hadn’t expected to see the other man until next week when they would be filming one of their TV shows together.
“Oh-chan, what are you doing here?” The owner of the apartment stepped to the side though to let the older one in.
“Filming finished early. Thought I’d drop by.” The answer made Nino smiled a bit though he was trying hard not to show it.
“Aww… Leader misses me.” Ohno Satoshi stopped midway as if to contemplate for an answer then he turned to look at Nino before nodding.
The sincere look in Ohno’s eye told Nino that he wasn’t lying. That was enough to wipe the cheeky grin away and replaced it with a light, but happy, smile.
And a quiet "Baka".
It's been so long since I've written anything but I'm so glad I've checked this. I've missed writing.
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Miyata just smiled. "Compared to what I wanted to do, this is entirely casual."
To say Tamamori was surprised was an understatement. He left the Christmas date up to Miyata this year with the condition of it being nothing fancy. The last thing he wanted was to have to get dressed up for a fancy dinner. Instead Miyata had managed to kick out his family for the evening, lit candles (what was he, a girl?), and had something that Tamamori hoped tasted as good as it smelled in the kitchen.
But he still had to complain. Didn't want Miyata to get a big head.
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“It’s not that fancy, is it?” Jun frowned. He had tried to tone it down from the original plan already.
“You got wines and caviar. Caviar. And geese livers.” Sho just had to raise his eyebrows. They were holding a small Christmas party for the staff who had been working with them during the concerts as a little ‘thank you ( ... )
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"So why did you call me?" Kitayama asks, "It's far too late for this to be a dinner invite... or anything, really."
"Except booty call," blurts Yamashita before he realizes it, and then he clamps his lips shut in embarrassment as Kitayama cracks up on the other end of the line.
"Is that the lasting influence of Jin-kun?" he says when he's done laughing, a little breathless. "Or was that a Freudian slip?"
"Whatever," Yamashita mutters, laughing a little himself. "What are you doing awake? I know I didn't wake you up because waking you up is impossible."
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“It’s only 1am, surely Kamenashi Kazuya can do with a meal now.” Uchi couldn’t help but to tease the other a bit.
“True, but only if it’s first class sushi.”
“So spoiled.”
“Jealous much?” Uchi laughed again, he could just hear Kame’s grin through the phone line.
“Yes. So you are going to treat me to a beer tonight.”
“Now?”
“Yeap, you’ve finished for the night right?” Kame raised his eyebrow a bit in surprise to know that Uchi had remembered that he had GoSpo tonight. The other must had timed it so that he was just about to leave the studio before calling.
It’d be good to catch up with Uchi again and Kame didn’t have work the next morning so he went for the obvious answer.
“Alright, but only if you take the next round Uchi-kun.”
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Kitayama smiled and looked at the rest of his group, all of them asleep in the seats around him. "Getting there. I just wanted to make sure they were all okay first."
A wistful smile tugged on Yamashita's lips. Being by himself was different from being in a group.
He looked out of the window of the bus just to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure walking past, to a different van. Sometimes he missed Koyama and his mother-hen attitude. But he knew he couldn't go back to that again.
"Get settled down, too? If you stay awake I won't be able to sleep," Kitayama stuck out his tongue a little. "Come on."
Yamashita blinked at that.
"There's always somebody there to watch your back," Kitayama stated. "We're not alone. You're not alone."
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It had been hurry up and wait all day, as the lighting and camera crew worked out the kinks on a still new set, but although Kis-My-Ft2 were his kouhai and therefore not entitled to complain (and in fact were accustomed to this sort of thing anyway), Yamashita couldn't help but be embarrassed; he didn't have much experience in the variety circuit of the industry, and felt horribly useless. He tried to sound like he knew what he was talking about as he handed out drinks from the vending machine and told them that it wouldn't be long until they could go back on set.
"Oh, it'll take longer than that," Kitayama said, as an intern rushed past with a box full of light bulbs. "We should probably all take this chance to get some stuff done."
Apparently Kisumai didn't even need him to say so, because already Fujigaya was warming up his voice, Tamamori was pulling out a drama script (Yamashita could recognize that in barely a glance), and the others were digging sundry ( ... )
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“Oh-chan, what are you doing here?” The owner of the apartment stepped to the side though to let the older one in.
“Filming finished early. Thought I’d drop by.” The answer made Nino smiled a bit though he was trying hard not to show it.
“Aww… Leader misses me.” Ohno Satoshi stopped midway as if to contemplate for an answer then he turned to look at Nino before nodding.
The sincere look in Ohno’s eye told Nino that he wasn’t lying. That was enough to wipe the cheeky grin away and replaced it with a light, but happy, smile.
And a quiet "Baka".
It's been so long since I've written anything but I'm so glad I've checked this. I've missed writing.
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