Chōsokabe Motochika (
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high_seas2014-04-04 08:59 am
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Entry tags:
sudden onset shyness
Who: Akechi Mitsuhide [
wavesoakedlegs] and Chōsokabe Motochika [
behisstrength]
Where: Aboard the Koumyou.
When: April 1st.
What: The horror of Opposite Day strikes again.
Warnings: See above!
Style: Action.
Status: Closed, but we'll open it upon request.
[The illusion that this morning is like any other morning lasts only as long as sleep holds Motochika in its throes. Stirring from his dreams before Mitsuhide is the first sign that normalcy has been washed aside, though the thought does not occur to him -- he's too busy noticing their boldly intimate position. Blushing, he snatches back his arm draped over Mitsuhide and, overcome by shyness, buries his face against Mitsuhide's shoulder. He wills his heartbeat to calm down but Mitsuhide's loveliness tempts his gaze out of modest aversion, and his blush deepens.
Motochika curls the covers around himself and bites his lip.]
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Where: Aboard the Koumyou.
When: April 1st.
What: The horror of Opposite Day strikes again.
Warnings: See above!
Style: Action.
Status: Closed, but we'll open it upon request.
[The illusion that this morning is like any other morning lasts only as long as sleep holds Motochika in its throes. Stirring from his dreams before Mitsuhide is the first sign that normalcy has been washed aside, though the thought does not occur to him -- he's too busy noticing their boldly intimate position. Blushing, he snatches back his arm draped over Mitsuhide and, overcome by shyness, buries his face against Mitsuhide's shoulder. He wills his heartbeat to calm down but Mitsuhide's loveliness tempts his gaze out of modest aversion, and his blush deepens.
Motochika curls the covers around himself and bites his lip.]
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He feels like the luckiest man alive.
Perhaps he is, because he knows Mitsuhide intends to give him much more.]