well...i got this weird message. someone from retrospec wants me to go on some kind of "mission". there's no way i was going to say no! so i'm going to be gone for a few days, i think. and i just need someone to watch tsuchin! he's really easy to take care of, and i can bring his stuff to you, if you want, you don't even have to come in
[ Cute... cute. Nazuna is cute? He's not a smart man, but he's sharp, so he doesn't say a damn thing about how cute he is as he's sulking at the phone. ]
it's like those drive-up places? the ones where they come out on roller skates and bring you your orders the ones real popular in the like 50s or somethin
but we were definitely different types of idols... especially when you compare it to the blue thing
i thought so too... maybe it was a themed show, or something? i don't know. it fits really well, though... there were a lot of parts, but the costume designer did a really good job. (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू) right down to the skates! it's a little creepy how well they fit, to be honest.
but, it's true!! i guess that makes sense, if all of the units were the same it'd be weird, right? i somehow can't picture you wearing something like this....
[ it's not the biggest gift in the world, but there's a small bag of chocolate chip cookies waiting for kuro when he makes it to the dojo on the afternoon of march 14th. attached is a note: ]
Payback for the ice cream!! Happy white day! U(。•̀ᴗ-)✧U
[ and signed at the bottom is a scrawled picture of two rabbits. ni-to. ]
[ It's very... Nazuna, that he's done something like this for him. But he wishes that he didn't feel something warm settling in him. He's certain that plenty of people got something from him for this holiday, after all.
He sends him back a text at the end of his class anyways, with only an attachment of a very empty bag of chocolate chip cookies. ]
[the bull fighting had been fun to watch, and leo likes watching the video he'd taken over and over again..♪ it never fails to excite him. both in the sense that he wants to wrestle a bull himself and also mess around with kuro, so since he can't easily do the first he lets himself into kuro's room instead to wait for him there, kicking his feet with nothing but a shirt and boxers on.
comfy as fuck my guy.
he'll perk up when he hears kuro get home, resting back on his forearms with a grin, and calls through the door.]
[ With his sister coming and going at her leisure, and them keeping in contact with one another when either of them decides to do something, Kuro is never 100% sure if he'll be coming home to anyone more than Tora. The dog is always happy to greet him, curly-Q tail wagging and paws tapping at his legs, but he seems...
Well, like someone else was around so he wasn't so lonely. At first, he thinks it's his sister. That's the obvious choice?
But then he hears the sing-song voice calling, and can't help but roll his eyes as he kicks off his shoes and shrugs out of his jacket before going back towards his room. ]
Did you break in, or do you still have a key? [ And where are your pants? he doesn't ask when he shoulders the door open. It's Leo. ]
Key, but I broke in anyway. It's more fun like that.
[and he has to keep his skills from rusting, obviously. leo stretches out like a cat, arching up and then falling back again.]
You should put music on for Tora when you're away~. We sang together a lot! [well. leo sang.] And played too. Hey, you're not busy the rest of the day, are you? Strip down and lay with me~.
did you know you can remember how to do things from retrospec...?
i can put my leg behind my head! i definitely couldn't do that last night! i usually stretch every morning and i just kept going!!! it was weird! really strange!!
i think you beat me on "what the hell" cause i've been messin around with somethin but that takes the cake, nazuna how [ GODDD ] far'd you wind up stretchin?
tell me about it!!! this is downright freaky! i don't know what kind of weir d things the idol nazuna wa sc apable of bu t i dont think i could ever do that even before!!! back when i was dancing!!! it was REALLY FAR dont ask weird questions!!!!!!!!
[ this has been a month of strangely colorful dreams. the people entering them are at random, too, so there's no guarantee when or where it might happen. for the most part nazuna's dreams haven't been too bad, but this one's a little...
he's standing in a room that sort of looks like his house. the room itself is currently empty, save for a couple of boxes pushed to the center of the room, covered in a plastic drop cloth. nazuna's wearing overalls and a t-shirt that's way too big for him, and holding a paintbrush in his hand.
the room has been painted a nice, light yellow color, and nazuna's surveying it. there's something just not right... this room has to be perfect, more than any other room in the new house. kurochin's been working really hard putting the furniture together, but, maybe he can take a break.
he sighs again and taps the brush against the side of his overalls. maybe he needs another color...maybe they just need to hang something on the wall... after all, if they're adopting and this is going to be a nursery, it has to be perfect.
it feels so normal. there's no way this could be any kind of a dream. ]
Incoming~ [ His voice is a little less gravel than he's used to, but it doesn't register as too odd, as Kuro comes through with a sing-song warning. While the furniture at large is all pretty big, he doesn't have much trouble moving it on his own. It lets Nazuna focus on the painting. So, he carefully navigates the glider chair in through the doorway, minding the dark-stained wood and the pale white cushions so that nothing gets stuck.
The chair is just the right size to fit through the doorway. He has to squish the cushions in the arms, but, still, it gets in there. After that it's making sure he doesn't hit a wet spot on any wall, as he goes towards the center of the room.
And once he's there, he turns, goes to drop into the glider with his legs kicked out. There isn't too much sweat on his brow, as he's settled in a trashed tanktop and grey sweats that are about as thin as paper, but putting together furniture and then bringing it into the nursery? ] Hoo.
[ At least sitting lets him survey things, and the progress that Nazuna's made on painting (where he can reach to touch up). ] S'looking good, babe.
[ This should be more strange to him than it is, but it's - it's perfectly natural. The same as the room is. ]
[ nazuna scoots out of the way when kuro starts to move the chair in--he hovers around him for a minute as he makes it safely into the nursery, then sighs a little in relief, if not fondness as kuro drops into the glider. they've been at this for hours: there's a crib to assemble, a mobile to hang, shelves to build, a changing table to put together and the tasks are neverending.
painting the nursery is really just the start of it, though, and he's happy about it. this is life-affirming work, taking another step forward in the fairytale it feels like he's been living. it hasn't always been easy, but it's always been worth it.
nazuna puffs and steps between kuro's legs, then drops onto his thigh. he's still holding the paintbrush, but he holds it out of the way as he gets comfortable, settling down onto his lap. ] Unnyuu... I guess, but I can't figure out what's missing. Maybe it's because the furniture's not in here yet...?
[ he pauses, cocks his head, then smiles. ] The chair works, right?
[because i realized that this would actually better be started by me, leo has been. having a time, this year, between these and those things and
well, kuro is a Little bit of the problem, but it isn't like he... didn't know, it isn't like leo was unaware. in fact, he was sure it wouldn't last, not with their hearts drawn in two different directions, but--
but maybe he'd hoped a little too hard that things would be fine despite that. so, almost like it used to be with a worrying frequence, leo's waiting for kuro to return home, curled up with tora on the bed and petting him. he's already done his duties to alex for miai today, he can have sometime to spare.
anyway, he won't notice kuro coming in immediately, distracted and smelling Vaguely like alcohol. just a bit. leo didn't drink today, he just hasn't changed clothes since he went out last night.]
[ Over the length of their friendship, Kuro has found Leo in his bed multiple times, for multiple reasons. He hasn't turned him away any of those times, because he just - he knows Leo. This is a second home to him, and he and Suzu are both used to having him in their lives, a constant fixture with a varying frequency.
Tora doesn't come to greet him when he gets home, but he doesn't think much of it. It's only when he's gone through his routine that he pauses a moment, considering.
Where he finds him, and who he finds him with, is about what he expects. So Kuro shrugs out of his jacket and drops it on the floor by the door, nudging it mostly shut with a heel. He considers the space available on his bed, the single tail thump from his dog against the mattress, and the sad figure of Leo in rumpled clothes cuddling with him.
And then he breathes deep, a heavy sigh, and moves around to the side Leo's back faces. It's without missing a beat that he slides in behind him, hooking his arm around him and propping his chin on the back of his head. ]
just before the event, evening <3
i am so sorry to ask this so suddenly!!! i know it's rude, i'll even pay you for it if you need it but
are you any good with rabbits?
<3
well, i was pretty good with you when we were kids
what's up? you don't need to pay me for a favor, nito
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well...i got this weird message. someone from retrospec wants me to go on some kind of "mission".
there's no way i was going to say no! so i'm going to be gone for a few days, i think.
and i just need someone to watch tsuchin!
he's really easy to take care of, and i can bring his stuff to you, if you want, you don't even have to come in
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3/8 this inbox is mine
[ attached is a selfie of nazuna in a brand new retrospec gift. it's. it's very pink. ]
it came with roller skates for some reason
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it's like those drive-up places? the ones where they come out on roller skates and bring you your orders
the ones real popular in the like 50s or somethin
but we were definitely different types of idols...
especially when you compare it to the blue thing
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i don't know. it fits really well, though... there were a lot of parts, but the costume designer did a really good job. (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)
right down to the skates!
it's a little creepy how well they fit, to be honest.
but, it's true!! i guess that makes sense, if all of the units were the same it'd be weird, right?
i somehow can't picture you wearing something like this....
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3/14
Payback for the ice cream!!
Happy white day! U(。•̀ᴗ-)✧U
[ and signed at the bottom is a scrawled picture of two rabbits. ni-to. ]
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He sends him back a text at the end of his class anyways, with only an attachment of a very empty bag of chocolate chip cookies. ]
preretrospec
comfy as fuck my guy.
he'll perk up when he hears kuro get home, resting back on his forearms with a grin, and calls through the door.]
Welcome home~! Leo's visiting~! Come say hello..♪
slides in
Well, like someone else was around so he wasn't so lonely. At first, he thinks it's his sister. That's the obvious choice?
But then he hears the sing-song voice calling, and can't help but roll his eyes as he kicks off his shoes and shrugs out of his jacket before going back towards his room. ]
Did you break in, or do you still have a key? [ And where are your pants? he doesn't ask when he shoulders the door open. It's Leo. ]
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[and he has to keep his skills from rusting, obviously. leo stretches out like a cat, arching up and then falling back again.]
You should put music on for Tora when you're away~. We sang together a lot! [well. leo sang.] And played too. Hey, you're not busy the rest of the day, are you? Strip down and lay with me~.
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4/1
this is going to sound really stupid, but
you don't hate me, right?
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why would i, nazuna?
it's not stupid, just... leo's not a reason for me to hate you
hell, there's no reason to hate you
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I messed up something pretty badly again
thank you.. .
[ .... ]
it's okay if you do, though.
even if it's just a little, or a lot.
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4/14 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
i can put my leg behind my head! i definitely couldn't do that last night! i usually stretch every morning and i just
kept going!!! it was weird! really strange!!
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i think you beat me on "what the hell"
cause i've been messin around with somethin but that takes the cake, nazuna
how [ GODDD ] far'd you wind up stretchin?
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things the idol nazuna wa sc apable of bu t i dont think i could ever do that
even before!!! back when i was dancing!!!
it was REALLY FAR dont ask weird questions!!!!!!!!
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you know exactly what this is
he's standing in a room that sort of looks like his house. the room itself is currently empty, save for a couple of boxes pushed to the center of the room, covered in a plastic drop cloth. nazuna's wearing overalls and a t-shirt that's way too big for him, and holding a paintbrush in his hand.
the room has been painted a nice, light yellow color, and nazuna's surveying it. there's something just not right... this room has to be perfect, more than any other room in the new house. kurochin's been working really hard putting the furniture together, but, maybe he can take a break.
he sighs again and taps the brush against the side of his overalls. maybe he needs another color...maybe they just need to hang something on the wall... after all, if they're adopting and this is going to be a nursery, it has to be perfect.
it feels so normal. there's no way this could be any kind of a dream. ]
SURE DO
The chair is just the right size to fit through the doorway. He has to squish the cushions in the arms, but, still, it gets in there. After that it's making sure he doesn't hit a wet spot on any wall, as he goes towards the center of the room.
And once he's there, he turns, goes to drop into the glider with his legs kicked out. There isn't too much sweat on his brow, as he's settled in a trashed tanktop and grey sweats that are about as thin as paper, but putting together furniture and then bringing it into the nursery? ] Hoo.
[ At least sitting lets him survey things, and the progress that Nazuna's made on painting (where he can reach to touch up). ] S'looking good, babe.
[ This should be more strange to him than it is, but it's - it's perfectly natural. The same as the room is. ]
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painting the nursery is really just the start of it, though, and he's happy about it. this is life-affirming work, taking another step forward in the fairytale it feels like he's been living. it hasn't always been easy, but it's always been worth it.
nazuna puffs and steps between kuro's legs, then drops onto his thigh. he's still holding the paintbrush, but he holds it out of the way as he gets comfortable, settling down onto his lap. ] Unnyuu... I guess, but I can't figure out what's missing. Maybe it's because the furniture's not in here yet...?
[ he pauses, cocks his head, then smiles. ] The chair works, right?
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he's here with his cheerleading outfit, hello kuro, please... let him in.
it's kind of telling that something's not quite right since he didn't just break in.]
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well. He raises a brow, but steps to the side to allow him inside, because. That is particularly odd. ]
C'mon, then. Let's hear it.
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[like a small crack in a dam. he hunches his shoulders a bit, slouching as he comes in with the outfit tucked beneath his arm.]
I mean, it might be nothin' but old people problems like she tells Tsuka-tan, but--
[leo hesitates, then shoves the clothes at kuro.]
Wha~tever! Make me a skirt for that, 'kay? Cheerleading outfits shouldn't be shorts, even in a school full of guys.
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9/4....... yes good timing
because i realized that this would actually better be started by me,leo has been. having a time, this year, between these and those things andwell, kuro is a Little bit of the problem, but it isn't like he... didn't know, it isn't like leo was unaware. in fact, he was sure it wouldn't last, not with their hearts drawn in two different directions, but--
but maybe he'd hoped a little too hard that things would be fine despite that. so, almost like it used to be with a worrying frequence, leo's waiting for kuro to return home, curled up with tora on the bed and petting him. he's already done his duties to alex for miai today, he can have sometime to spare.
anyway, he won't notice kuro coming in immediately, distracted and smelling Vaguely like alcohol. just a bit. leo didn't drink today, he just hasn't changed clothes since he went out last night.]
speed tags in incognito window
Tora doesn't come to greet him when he gets home, but he doesn't think much of it. It's only when he's gone through his routine that he pauses a moment, considering.
Where he finds him, and who he finds him with, is about what he expects. So Kuro shrugs out of his jacket and drops it on the floor by the door, nudging it mostly shut with a heel. He considers the space available on his bed, the single tail thump from his dog against the mattress, and the sad figure of Leo in rumpled clothes cuddling with him.
And then he breathes deep, a heavy sigh, and moves around to the side Leo's back faces. It's without missing a beat that he slides in behind him, hooking his arm around him and propping his chin on the back of his head. ]
!!!!!!!! we out here beneath the radar
listen, I have needs and ch*wy just gonna have to respect them
fight the man
puts up dukes
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