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[Feb 9] [Library Wars] Like A Puppy
Title: Like A Puppy
Day/Theme: Feb 9/"Cute," by the way, means "fascinatingly ugly"
Series: Library Wars
Rating: G
Characters: Tedzuka, Shibasaki, Komaki, Doujou
A/N: Is there even anyone who writes fic for this fandom even? I read![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
melithiel's translations over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
toshosen_tsl, but I've never seen any fandom beyond that. The story is set in Toshokan Kiki, after the peeping-tom-baiting mission, but with no real spoilers.
Tedzuka started the debate by indecorously blurting out something he would have said even if the topic of conversation had been present. “I’m sorry, but I can’t see how the word “cute” applies to Kasahara in any way.”
Shibasaki was able, with effort, to restrain her enormous entertainment at this outburst. (Komaki was not so inclined to spare the man’s dignity and guffawed into his hand.) She did, however, see where he was coming from, and since critical honesty was one of her favorite ways of displaying loyalty, she agreed out loud. “It’s true that she has a round little face, but it’s perched atop such a tall, weird-proportioned body…”
Komaki turned aside, continuing to half-heartedly hide his laughter behind his palm.
So Shibasaki continued. “She’s sort of like a baby crane, maybe? When they have really little heads with those really big bodies, but their red feathers haven’t grown in yet so they don’t look majestic at all.”
Komaki snorted harder.
“No,” countered Tedzuka. “Calling her a baby crane implies that she’s vulnerable in some way, and that is another word I cannot apply to her.”
Suddenly, Komaki was recovered. “I’m not sure I agree with you on that, Tedzuka-san. She’s certainly got a lot of fighting spirit, but she doesn’t think things through. She needs saving from her own mistakes on a fairly regular basis, and I’d say that makes her vulnerable. Perhaps she’s more like a puppy? Puppies are a handful but that’s what makes them endearing.”
“A bulldog puppy, maybe,” Tedzuka retorted.
Shibasaki tapped a slender finger on her chin. “The stature doesn’t fit, but they’re certainly ungainly little creatures. Maybe a bulldog puppy is a good comparison for her.”
Tedzuka colored. “Bulldog puppies are not cute,” he said, feeling defensive for some reason.
“Of course they’re cute,” said Komaki. “All puppies are cute.”
“They’re ugly-cute,” Shibasaki added. “With all those chubby rolls and their scrunched-up faces.”
“Not that Kasahara-san’s face is scrunched up.”
“Of course not – and she doesn’t have an ounce of fat on her body either. She’s in freakishly good shape. She dresses, moves, walks and acts like a tomboy athlete, but then her face is so pleasant and feminine. I can see how that might be fascinating, just like ugly puppies are fascinating – they’re hideous, but you can’t take your eyes off them.”
“I think we’re doing her a disservice by forgetting to mention that she has truly excellent legs hidden under her tomboy attire.” It was a singular talent of Komaki’s, that he could make bold statements without a hint of trepidation in either face or voice. Shibasaki stared at him for a moment, and Tedzuka turned bright red.
“Excellent legs do not contribute to cuteness,” Tedzuka snapped.
“Really?” Shibasaki raised an eyebrow. “I’ve always thought my legs were part of my allure.”
Tedzuka went redder.
“I do see Tedzuka-san’s point, though,” Komaki conceded. “Perhaps her excellent legs don’t figure into her cuteness.”
“Could we please stop talking about Kasahara’s legs?!?” Tedzuka’s face looked like it was literally reaching the boiling point.
“It’s more her actions that make her cute,” said Shibasaki, who had apparently changed her initial opinion regarding her roommate’s charm. “She’s a blundering fool, but she’s so sincere.”
“Well, I’ll agree to that at any rate,” Tedzuka grumbled.
Komaki laughed cheerfully. “Just like a puppy,” he concluded, and then turned to Doujou, whose arms had been crossing tighter and tighter over his chest, on whose brow a single vein had been pulsing more and more angrily, whose blush had been spreading farther and farther down his neck, and whose general consternation had been growing more and more evident for the past five minutes. “The consensus agrees with you, Doujou. Kasahara-san is indeed kind of cute.”
Day/Theme: Feb 9/"Cute," by the way, means "fascinatingly ugly"
Series: Library Wars
Rating: G
Characters: Tedzuka, Shibasaki, Komaki, Doujou
A/N: Is there even anyone who writes fic for this fandom even? I read
melithiel's translations over at toshosen_tsl, but I've never seen any fandom beyond that. The story is set in Toshokan Kiki, after the peeping-tom-baiting mission, but with no real spoilers.Tedzuka started the debate by indecorously blurting out something he would have said even if the topic of conversation had been present. “I’m sorry, but I can’t see how the word “cute” applies to Kasahara in any way.”
Shibasaki was able, with effort, to restrain her enormous entertainment at this outburst. (Komaki was not so inclined to spare the man’s dignity and guffawed into his hand.) She did, however, see where he was coming from, and since critical honesty was one of her favorite ways of displaying loyalty, she agreed out loud. “It’s true that she has a round little face, but it’s perched atop such a tall, weird-proportioned body…”
Komaki turned aside, continuing to half-heartedly hide his laughter behind his palm.
So Shibasaki continued. “She’s sort of like a baby crane, maybe? When they have really little heads with those really big bodies, but their red feathers haven’t grown in yet so they don’t look majestic at all.”
Komaki snorted harder.
“No,” countered Tedzuka. “Calling her a baby crane implies that she’s vulnerable in some way, and that is another word I cannot apply to her.”
Suddenly, Komaki was recovered. “I’m not sure I agree with you on that, Tedzuka-san. She’s certainly got a lot of fighting spirit, but she doesn’t think things through. She needs saving from her own mistakes on a fairly regular basis, and I’d say that makes her vulnerable. Perhaps she’s more like a puppy? Puppies are a handful but that’s what makes them endearing.”
“A bulldog puppy, maybe,” Tedzuka retorted.
Shibasaki tapped a slender finger on her chin. “The stature doesn’t fit, but they’re certainly ungainly little creatures. Maybe a bulldog puppy is a good comparison for her.”
Tedzuka colored. “Bulldog puppies are not cute,” he said, feeling defensive for some reason.
“Of course they’re cute,” said Komaki. “All puppies are cute.”
“They’re ugly-cute,” Shibasaki added. “With all those chubby rolls and their scrunched-up faces.”
“Not that Kasahara-san’s face is scrunched up.”
“Of course not – and she doesn’t have an ounce of fat on her body either. She’s in freakishly good shape. She dresses, moves, walks and acts like a tomboy athlete, but then her face is so pleasant and feminine. I can see how that might be fascinating, just like ugly puppies are fascinating – they’re hideous, but you can’t take your eyes off them.”
“I think we’re doing her a disservice by forgetting to mention that she has truly excellent legs hidden under her tomboy attire.” It was a singular talent of Komaki’s, that he could make bold statements without a hint of trepidation in either face or voice. Shibasaki stared at him for a moment, and Tedzuka turned bright red.
“Excellent legs do not contribute to cuteness,” Tedzuka snapped.
“Really?” Shibasaki raised an eyebrow. “I’ve always thought my legs were part of my allure.”
Tedzuka went redder.
“I do see Tedzuka-san’s point, though,” Komaki conceded. “Perhaps her excellent legs don’t figure into her cuteness.”
“Could we please stop talking about Kasahara’s legs?!?” Tedzuka’s face looked like it was literally reaching the boiling point.
“It’s more her actions that make her cute,” said Shibasaki, who had apparently changed her initial opinion regarding her roommate’s charm. “She’s a blundering fool, but she’s so sincere.”
“Well, I’ll agree to that at any rate,” Tedzuka grumbled.
Komaki laughed cheerfully. “Just like a puppy,” he concluded, and then turned to Doujou, whose arms had been crossing tighter and tighter over his chest, on whose brow a single vein had been pulsing more and more angrily, whose blush had been spreading farther and farther down his neck, and whose general consternation had been growing more and more evident for the past five minutes. “The consensus agrees with you, Doujou. Kasahara-san is indeed kind of cute.”