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Post by NOBU KUROSAKI on Feb 13, 2010 15:39:24 GMT -5
Nobu scribbled away between papers he needed to put his John Hancock on, and marking things out on his printed version of his newest novel. So far he was not pleased with what he had written. At the beginning he had liked the idea of a Romeo and Juliet scenario, but... How many authors use that idea for their romance novels? Seriously. Damn fuckers.
The thirty-year-old groaned softly to himself, tossing the small stack of papers into the waist bin along side of his desk. He had time. He would come up with a new story. It would just mean less time banging the aspiring writer's brains out, and more time focusing on new ideas and plot line. And if Yuki's got an issue with that... his mind trailed off, images of smacking the seventeen-year-old around filling his skull.
A knock at the office door jerked him out of his thoughts, and a scowl quickly set into place. "What is it?!" he called out, demanding to know. "I'm busy."
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Post by YUKI!ogawa on Feb 13, 2010 16:25:04 GMT -5
IS ALL I REALLY NEED LOVE ?!!----------------------------------------------------- YUKI OGAWA-----------------------------------------------------  x  ----------------------------------------------------- | ♂ ! 17 ! Homosexual ! Writer ! Japanese |
Yumehito of Ayabie ??!----------------------------------------------------- | OUTFIT ! 'HOME' ! BREAKING BENJAMIN | ----------------------------------------------------- I've got a little red bow
And I bought it for you
'cause I know you're not fair
I don't get it, oh well
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THE face that popped out from behind the door as it creaked open was bright and cheerful. Innocent eyes swept the area before, without invitation, the young writer hopped his way into the office. It wasn't as if anything had really changed--it never did. But he was still marveling at how he could walk inside.
YUKI grinned over to his lover, hips wiggling and hands clasped behind his back as he approached the older man. He leaned over, stealing a quick kiss before purring, "Hi, my Boo~" and lightly running his fingertips over the other's covered arms.
NEXT up was to examine the work area more closely. The desk seemed unusually empty to the blonde, and a few more seconds of snooping caused him to glance to the trash. "What's this?" the seventeen-year-old asked, picking it up and absently reading the first few lines.
A light gasp sounded, and Yuki turned his wide eyes back to Nobu, biting his lip. Already-whingy tone kicking it up a notch, the younger pouted, "Boo, is this your book? What's it doing in the trash?" The blonde had loved Nobu's book--or whatever snippets he'd been able to read, here and there. Plus, if Nobu was starting over, it meant...
SIGHING, the boy mumbled, "So you're just going to lock yourself away again?" There was only a brief moment of silence before the whine started up again. "Nobuuuu!"
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Post by NOBU KUROSAKI on Feb 13, 2010 20:53:17 GMT -5
It took a lot from Nobu not to pull back, and smack the other Japanese away from him. Of course, if that had happened then the older man would risk loosing his current fling. No, he'd stay. And if he didn't... Oh well. Onto another piece of ass. he reminded himself, fists clinching tightly at his pants legs as the seventeen-year-old continued to speak.
Rolling his eyes, the thirty-year-old turned back to his work, absently pushing Yuki slightly off to the side. "That there used to be my book. It's trash. S'no good." he explained, huffing softly as he signed his signature on another piece of paper. "It doesn't please me." he added, lifting his black eyes to view the teenager.
"Yuki!" he voice boomed, grabbing hold of the boy by his wrist. "This is what I do to keep a roof over your head, food at home for you. So I'll take whatever time I need to do what I need to do. Don't you understand that?" He paused, sighed, and pulled Yuki down into his lap like a little child, Yuki's back against his chest. Nobu's eyes peered over the teen's shoulder, marking something on another piece of paper. "Just shut up and sit here so I can get this done at least."
After a little while, he sighed and leaned back in his chair. He found that one of his arms hand slinked around Yuki's waist, holding him closer. Making absent movements like this are going to keep this bunny coming back forever. he thought to himself. And though this should have been a good thing... It just wasn't.
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Post by YUKI!ogawa on Mar 29, 2010 19:03:05 GMT -5
----------------------------------------------------- YUKI OGAWA----------------------------------------------------- x ----------------------------------------------------- | ♂ ! 17 ! Homosexual ! Writer ! Japanese |
Yumehito of Ayabie ??!----------------------------------------------------- | OUTFIT | -----------------------------------------------------
[/color] he whispered, eyes not meeting Nobu's because... He didn't understand. Not really. Nobu had had a great book, and if he was complaining now about the short amount of time, then that was his fault for sticking with his original writings. But the boy sat there patiently, in his lover's lap, only squirming occasionally. Which was, after all, the best he could do. Yuki was fidgety after being yelled at, and he always had been. He nearly jumped as an arm snaked around him, but the other's action also caused the smallest hint of a smile to light on his lips. There were times that Yuki doubted Nobu's love for him--but then things like this happened, and it reassured him. Besides, even then... You'd still love him, wouldn't you?Yuki looked over his shoulder at the thirty-year-old, blinking his wide eyes in an innocent manner. "Finished?" he murmured, keeping his voice soft as if it made up for the harsh sound directed at him previously. The boy sunk close to Nobu, nuzzling into his neck before pecking the skin in a light kiss.[/ul][/size] ----------------------------------------------------- || NOTES ??! || ...Mner. [/size] |
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