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OPEN SEASON 2.
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2. provide a prompt.
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☛ i like to think at least one of my three tumblrs has something interesting. (be warned that all three blogs contain nsfw material, including porn.)
☛ i like to think at least one of my three tumblrs has something interesting. (be warned that all three blogs contain nsfw material, including porn.)
3. gotta go fast.
yes well... there ARE minor inconveniences xD
What? You won't? [He sounds really sad.] But- but-! You have to! [He runs forward and turns to walk backwards so he can face Tsukishima-] I can't do life without you!
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I can't live in a house filled with owl decorations.
[ not even arguing the "i can't do life without you"... the hole in the door is enough proof. ]
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[Maybe a fossil or two? He's all up for it, he think's it's cool and he'd put it in big, glass case for all to marvel at.]
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[ to tsukishima, at least. he's envisioning giant dinosaur sculptures in his head along with owl decals, and it clashes awfully even in his imagination. ]
And tacky. Like you, Bokuto-san.
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[He kind of... got really used to making coffee for Tsukishima in the morning and then sitting together at the kitchen counter, booing the weatherman.]
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[ though bokuto isn't actually as messy as his behavior had lead tsukishima to believe before they'd started cohabitating, he can still poke fun at him. ]
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[He actually sounds worried now. He knows there's a stray sock here and there and maybe a shirt, but he keeps sink clean! And there's no hair dye mess in bathroom!]
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[ tsukishima kicks back on the bench at the bus stop, crossing his legs at the ankles. ]
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[He caught you Tsukki don't even try to lie about it. Bokuto leans on bench's backrest and sighs.]
Besides, I really like you being my roommate. It's fun with you.
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[ but bokuto's right, he leaves his clothes around the apartment too. he lets the topic go for now. ]
Well, talk to me if you ever actually want to move out.
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The bus stops and Bokuto jumps-] Ohh! Bus is here!
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By the way, are we getting dinner? We have the dessert. [Will the door force them to have ramen for dinner?]
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[ tsukishima knows for a fact that they have some, at least, and rice to cook. he's more interested in the dessert, to be honest. ]
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[He can't really remember. There's ramen, he knows that for sure. Maybe there's some piece of meat. He can hope. And of course, the cake. Well, he'll manage.]
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[ there's a smile on his face, even though it might not be the nicest of expressions. ]
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[Because meat! And barbecue! You can't just ignore that! And yes, he is staring at Tsukishima's face a bit. He likes all the smiles, sue him.]
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[ tsukishima looks back at bokuto, used to the staring by now. ]
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Hmmmm I don't knooow. I saw you marathon some documentaries and eat few pieces of cake once.
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[ tsukishima remembers this with slight disgust. ]
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[He felt like a pregnant woman at one point.]
You can eat this one all by yourself.
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[ the bus comes to a stop in front of the home depot. tsukishima hustles them off and inside before bokuto can distract him, and focuses on getting them to the department in the store where they can find a replacement door. ]
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But he lets Tsukishima shuffle them off the bus once they arrive at the department. He easily forgets the 'cake' debate as they start looking for the door.] So, we're looking for plain slab of wood to call it a door, right?
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[ it's a big enough hardware store that tsukishima is fairly sure of it. and he points to a sign further down the aisle—interior furnishings, and beneath that, 'doors'. ]
I still have the screwdriver set, so we can install it ourselves.
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[He sulkily stares at the doors. The ones that he likes are really expensive and he can't help himself but grumble under his breath.]
Yeah... you know to do a lot of things. I just make mess...
[There are more grumbles, crossed arms and Bokuto wandering off down the isle.]
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