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[Jan 11][Nodame Cantabile] The Great Kotatsu Pile-up
Title: The Great Kotatsu Pile-up
Day / Theme: Jan 11 / Affable drunks
Series: Nodame Cantabile
Rating: PG
Word Count: 450
After what seemed like hours, their stream of gibberish finally tapered to a trickle. The only two people left sitting up straight---they were more bystanders than active participants, anyway---took stock of the damage done. A bottle of white and two reds were downed, surrounded of beer cans. There was a little bit of food left, though no longer edible from all the pawing the party animals did. Their stories were all told, ad nauseam, their voices spent.
“Kiyora-chan and I, we’re like soy sauce and wasabi.” Even Mine had ran out of his outrageous analogies, had Frank in a modified sleeper hold, and was repeating his stories against an overturned glass. “I’m yummy and she’s the fire burnin’ yer nose off.”
“No more, Mine,” muttered the French man in his sleep, kicking the flashy violinist with a spastic movement. “No more flying mongoose.”
Masumi-chan had it worst, fending off two giggly drunks clinging on him.
“Tell us again about the pink Mozart, Masumi-chan!” Nodame demanded. “Tell us!”
“Not about to start drama between you and Chiaki-sama just so you two could make up, you hussy,” the percussionist sniffed, only his fluffy head visible from under the kotatsu. “You two already live in sin. In sin! Ah, Chiaki-sama! Why?!”
“I want to live in sin, too,” Tanya declared, straddling the curled form of her fellow pianist. “Nodame, leave your man-problems behind and let’s get lava cake on the corner.”
“G-gyabon. They might be closed, Tanya.”
“Lava cake, lava cake! Open up!”
“Why won’t you sin with me, Chiaki-samaaaaa~”
Kuroki had his share of drinks, too, though not enough to lose his wits. He was a little relieved he could not completely see what was happening to the three behind the heated table. Mine using Frank’s leg as a pretend-violin was disturbing enough as it was.
“You know,” he confessed to Chiaki with some measure of envy. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m missing out on something.”
“Not really, no,” the conductor assured him. “You wouldn’t willingly become part of a highway pile up, would you?”
“WHAT?! Kuroki had a man-crush on Chiaki? Chiaki crushes him right back, doesn’t he? There’s no rhyme or reason to your tastes, Chiaki-sama!”
“Mukya~ I wanna see purple Mozart con poco choco! CON POCO CHOCO!”
“You might be right at that,” Kuroki conceded with a wince.
“This is a den of vices!” Masumi announced. “I’m going back to Japan. Hiiiieee! NODAME, LET GO!”
“Let’s get married, Kiyora! Mawiege ish whaz bwing ush togeza!”
“I’m Frank, you lunatic! Frank!”
Kuroki probably spoke too soon when he said the madness had ended. “If you don’t mind,” he said a bit hastily. “I think I’ll go home now.”
18:12 01112011
Because that scene in the movie is just too cute.
Day / Theme: Jan 11 / Affable drunks
Series: Nodame Cantabile
Rating: PG
Word Count: 450
After what seemed like hours, their stream of gibberish finally tapered to a trickle. The only two people left sitting up straight---they were more bystanders than active participants, anyway---took stock of the damage done. A bottle of white and two reds were downed, surrounded of beer cans. There was a little bit of food left, though no longer edible from all the pawing the party animals did. Their stories were all told, ad nauseam, their voices spent.
“Kiyora-chan and I, we’re like soy sauce and wasabi.” Even Mine had ran out of his outrageous analogies, had Frank in a modified sleeper hold, and was repeating his stories against an overturned glass. “I’m yummy and she’s the fire burnin’ yer nose off.”
“No more, Mine,” muttered the French man in his sleep, kicking the flashy violinist with a spastic movement. “No more flying mongoose.”
Masumi-chan had it worst, fending off two giggly drunks clinging on him.
“Tell us again about the pink Mozart, Masumi-chan!” Nodame demanded. “Tell us!”
“Not about to start drama between you and Chiaki-sama just so you two could make up, you hussy,” the percussionist sniffed, only his fluffy head visible from under the kotatsu. “You two already live in sin. In sin! Ah, Chiaki-sama! Why?!”
“I want to live in sin, too,” Tanya declared, straddling the curled form of her fellow pianist. “Nodame, leave your man-problems behind and let’s get lava cake on the corner.”
“G-gyabon. They might be closed, Tanya.”
“Lava cake, lava cake! Open up!”
“Why won’t you sin with me, Chiaki-samaaaaa~”
Kuroki had his share of drinks, too, though not enough to lose his wits. He was a little relieved he could not completely see what was happening to the three behind the heated table. Mine using Frank’s leg as a pretend-violin was disturbing enough as it was.
“You know,” he confessed to Chiaki with some measure of envy. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m missing out on something.”
“Not really, no,” the conductor assured him. “You wouldn’t willingly become part of a highway pile up, would you?”
“WHAT?! Kuroki had a man-crush on Chiaki? Chiaki crushes him right back, doesn’t he? There’s no rhyme or reason to your tastes, Chiaki-sama!”
“Mukya~ I wanna see purple Mozart con poco choco! CON POCO CHOCO!”
“You might be right at that,” Kuroki conceded with a wince.
“This is a den of vices!” Masumi announced. “I’m going back to Japan. Hiiiieee! NODAME, LET GO!”
“Let’s get married, Kiyora! Mawiege ish whaz bwing ush togeza!”
“I’m Frank, you lunatic! Frank!”
Kuroki probably spoke too soon when he said the madness had ended. “If you don’t mind,” he said a bit hastily. “I think I’ll go home now.”
18:12 01112011
Because that scene in the movie is just too cute.