and attempting a hip thrust as a stadium full of fans cheered him on are you real? =))))))))
When Nakamaru learned that his outfit for the photo shooting incorporated no argyle whatsoever, no sweater or vest or even a small bowtie, no patch of diamond at all (Nakamaru had made sure to ask many, many times), but instead involved strips of leather and mostly skin, he knew everything was going to go downhill from there onward. omg i love you *crying*
(he momentarily paused to wonder if that meant chain mail and leather were Kame's element, but the answer to that was obvious). rotfl.:D
You're a man's man, he told himself as he smoothed down his sweater and then tried not to think about what he'd just said. It's a figure of speech! aahahahahahahaha omg =))))
"What do you think?" Right, well. Wrong person to ask. "Koki?" Nakamaru tried. "Why can't you just get it yourself?" Nakamaru hated his groupmates. "You're closer." "I can get it," Taguchi offered and Nakamaru shot him a look. Taguchi, looking somewhat perplexed, thankfully overcame his KY-ness and got the message, raising his hands at Nakamaru in an appeasing gesture. When Nakamaru didn't budge, Koki finally released a loud sigh, muttering "You are such a lazy ass," under his breath and moved to get the pen. Nakamaru gave an internal cheer; he hated his groupmates - but he loved Koki. OHMYGOD. CAN'T BELIEVE IT. THE HILARIOUS...
"We can dress up as celebrities. I want to be Perfume!" "We've already done cosplay, and that's gross." "But Koki's an expert at it," Junno returned brightly and Koki threw his pen at him. "Careful! That could have taken my eye out," Junno said with a smile that made everyone take a deep breath, "and we wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?" Nakamaru wondered if he would ever be brave enough to withstand the collective force of KAT-TUN's glares as Junno did. But Junno was a special one. SARA YOU'RE KILLING ME. STOP IT. STOP BEING SO AWESOME *crying*
Ueda peered down at him. "Seriously, what is wrong with you?" Nakamaru slowly sat up and took his seat, making a production of dusting off his clothes even though the floor was spotless, everyone's silent stares making him nervous. He risked a peek at Kame and didn't know what to make of the concern on the other's face. "I...uh," he said, clearing his throat. "I just don't want to bungee jump again." At Ueda's snort, Nakamaru shrugged. It's all he could do with his dignity shattered into a hundred embarrassing pieces. OH JEEZ. PRICELESS.
No more running. Dignity intact or not, he'd stand strong like Rescue had taught him to. Kame was standing in the way to the door, anyway. *crying more*
"Good," Kame replied. "It's not chocolate and it's not for you. I bought it for your sister. Tell her Happy White Day for me." omg -jaw drop-
Nakamaru pulled roughly at the bow, making the lobes lopsided and imperfect - and felt better. His inner school girl cheered him on. "Are you okay?" Nakamaru paused in his mission to disfigure the box and gulped. Was he being too obvious? why oh why so genius *cries*
"You kept...groping m-my," he couldn't bring himself to say 'butt' without his face going up in flames. dying...
Correction: Nakamaru loved his groupmates - but he hated Koki. "And you were saying?" Kame asked, turning to look at him in amusement. "And all over a chair, too. Why didn't you just sit beside me?" "Er...you know," Nakamaru shrugged helplessly and avoided Kame's gaze. "Isn't the manager calling you?" Koki was useful for some things. ahahaha...i love his sorta love/hate indecisive feelings for koki. they sorta were outlined in the previous fic too ;))
"Did you just...trip and fall on...my face?" no. no. no. you can't be real. *rotfl-ing forever*
Nakamaru blushed as he counted the number of red hearts that followed. Fourteen in total. White Day. Kame was so lame. oh dear. it can't be possible =))))))))
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Date: 2011-03-18 02:32 pm (UTC)are you real? =))))))))
When Nakamaru learned that his outfit for the photo shooting incorporated no argyle whatsoever, no sweater or vest or even a small bowtie, no patch of diamond at all (Nakamaru had made sure to ask many, many times), but instead involved strips of leather and mostly skin, he knew everything was going to go downhill from there onward.
omg i love you *crying*
(he momentarily paused to wonder if that meant chain mail and leather were Kame's element, but the answer to that was obvious).
rotfl.:D
You're a man's man, he told himself as he smoothed down his sweater and then tried not to think about what he'd just said. It's a figure of speech!
aahahahahahahaha omg =))))
"What do you think?"
Right, well. Wrong person to ask.
"Koki?" Nakamaru tried.
"Why can't you just get it yourself?"
Nakamaru hated his groupmates.
"You're closer."
"I can get it," Taguchi offered and Nakamaru shot him a look. Taguchi, looking somewhat perplexed, thankfully overcame his KY-ness and got the message, raising his hands at Nakamaru in an appeasing gesture.
When Nakamaru didn't budge, Koki finally released a loud sigh, muttering "You are such a lazy ass," under his breath and moved to get the pen. Nakamaru gave an internal cheer; he hated his groupmates - but he loved Koki.
OHMYGOD. CAN'T BELIEVE IT. THE HILARIOUS...
"We can dress up as celebrities. I want to be Perfume!"
"We've already done cosplay, and that's gross."
"But Koki's an expert at it," Junno returned brightly and Koki threw his pen at him.
"Careful! That could have taken my eye out," Junno said with a smile that made everyone take a deep breath, "and we wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?"
Nakamaru wondered if he would ever be brave enough to withstand the collective force of KAT-TUN's glares as Junno did. But Junno was a special one.
SARA YOU'RE KILLING ME. STOP IT. STOP BEING SO AWESOME *crying*
Ueda peered down at him.
"Seriously, what is wrong with you?"
Nakamaru slowly sat up and took his seat, making a production of dusting off his clothes even though the floor was spotless, everyone's silent stares making him nervous. He risked a peek at Kame and didn't know what to make of the concern on the other's face.
"I...uh," he said, clearing his throat. "I just don't want to bungee jump again."
At Ueda's snort, Nakamaru shrugged. It's all he could do with his dignity shattered into a hundred embarrassing pieces.
OH JEEZ. PRICELESS.
No more running. Dignity intact or not, he'd stand strong like Rescue had taught him to.
Kame was standing in the way to the door, anyway.
*crying more*
"Good," Kame replied. "It's not chocolate and it's not for you. I bought it for your sister. Tell her Happy White Day for me."
omg -jaw drop-
Nakamaru pulled roughly at the bow, making the lobes lopsided and imperfect - and felt better. His inner school girl cheered him on.
"Are you okay?"
Nakamaru paused in his mission to disfigure the box and gulped. Was he being too obvious?
why oh why so genius *cries*
"You kept...groping m-my," he couldn't bring himself to say 'butt' without his face going up in flames.
dying...
Correction: Nakamaru loved his groupmates - but he hated Koki.
"And you were saying?" Kame asked, turning to look at him in amusement. "And all over a chair, too. Why didn't you just sit beside me?"
"Er...you know," Nakamaru shrugged helplessly and avoided Kame's gaze. "Isn't the manager calling you?"
Koki was useful for some things.
ahahaha...i love his sorta love/hate indecisive feelings for koki. they sorta were outlined in the previous fic too ;))
"Did you just...trip and fall on...my face?"
no. no. no. you can't be real. *rotfl-ing forever*
Nakamaru blushed as he counted the number of red hearts that followed. Fourteen in total. White Day. Kame was so lame.
oh dear. it can't be possible =))))))))