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( “Coffee.” )granitemouth and asahisuperdry and told them about which of the boys was easiest and hardest to write for me. My answers are Uruha and Aoi respectively, but the reason for that is a story for another day. Going back; when I got home I decided I wanted to write about them but in a different way than usual. The way I usually write Aoi is him being all open and Uruha the opposite, which is how I normally see them. But in this piece I banked on the aloofness that Aoi must feel -- that is, being left out -- as based on his various interviews, and Uruha's dorkiness.granitemouth.( Even as a grown man, Nao carried that air of freedom in him. )paranoiascreams.( Just what is it with this guy? )
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we find ourselves doing stupid things everyday but i don't mind, certainly you don't either because that's just the way we do things around here (and it's not as if we're hurting anybody, but if we were then they better fuck off our own happy world)
of course to us they're more than just stupid things but right now labels just aren't all that important
i see you holding a small green metallic box and a couple of other things:
a rubber duck
a toy camera
a few toy blocks you stole from your nephew
the black cat head plushie thingy that i gave you out of impulse
a couple of alphabet stickers
and a few more things i don't bother to name anymore, because i'm more engrossed in the way you smile as you hold those things (near to your heart)
"let's make a time capsule"
you tell me and i laugh, and even more when you start pursing your lips in the same way that little yellow rubber ducky is smiling
"we'll bury it then dig it up when we're really really old"
"well how are we going to remember to dig it up if we're really really old?"
you smack me in the chest and i take the box full of our 'treasures' before you haul them at me
"we'll just do, so shut up"
and i do, for a while playing with the alphabet stickers and putting random letters on the roof of the box as you go back to the other room, probably to look for more things to put there
come to think of it, all of these things really are treasures — my silly gifts on your birthday (the rubber duck), your silly gifts on our anniversary (the toy camera), and milestones in our relationship (you stole the blocks when we went to your sister's place because i made a comment about how it'd be cute if we had kids)
and i could only smile
because really, my most prized treasure could never fit in this small box
(but maybe these will do just as good)you
( “Is this seat taken?” )( “Is this seat taken?” )( “It’s all your fault.” )
