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acesodapop.livejournal.com) wrote in 31_days2007-01-05 11:25 pm
5 january . eyeshield 21 . can't wait for the honeymoon
Title: can't wait for the honeymoon
Day/Theme: 5 jan // you're so messy. please, marry me.
Series: eyeshield 21
Character/Pairing: hiruma+mamori, sena
Notes: rated pg13 built solely on hiruma alone! also: you can not pay me to make football puns about sex. OR CAN YOU
"FUCKING MANAGER, SHUT THE DOOR."
"I. I." Sena was at a loss for-- no, that didn't quite sum it up. He was disposessed of his one true friend after his legs, words. The bank had filed bankruptcy on him, and his vocabulary was the dismal stock markets. This could hardly be considered a fumble.
"Oh, Sena!" Mamori chirped, standing awkwardly at the door in nothing but a football jersey that- that should be large enough to cover everything, but then, Hiruma has always favored tight clothing. "I didn't think-- oh, that you found out like this--"
"THE FUCKING DOOR."
"--but maybe we can talk about it tomorrow morning at breakfast?" Mamori suggested quickly and a bit too breathlessly. "Sleep up Sena, you've got a big match tomorrow, remember? Good night!"
"FUCKING MANAGER--"
The door slammed in his face, but not before Sena heard one last cackle.
-----
"Did anyone else hear gunfire and...and maybe napalm last night? Whoa, Sena, you look rough."
*
Day/Theme: 5 jan // you're so messy. please, marry me.
Series: eyeshield 21
Character/Pairing: hiruma+mamori, sena
Notes: rated pg13 built solely on hiruma alone! also: you can not pay me to make football puns about sex. OR CAN YOU
"FUCKING MANAGER, SHUT THE DOOR."
"I. I." Sena was at a loss for-- no, that didn't quite sum it up. He was disposessed of his one true friend after his legs, words. The bank had filed bankruptcy on him, and his vocabulary was the dismal stock markets. This could hardly be considered a fumble.
"Oh, Sena!" Mamori chirped, standing awkwardly at the door in nothing but a football jersey that- that should be large enough to cover everything, but then, Hiruma has always favored tight clothing. "I didn't think-- oh, that you found out like this--"
"THE FUCKING DOOR."
"--but maybe we can talk about it tomorrow morning at breakfast?" Mamori suggested quickly and a bit too breathlessly. "Sleep up Sena, you've got a big match tomorrow, remember? Good night!"
"FUCKING MANAGER--"
The door slammed in his face, but not before Sena heard one last cackle.
-----
"Did anyone else hear gunfire and...and maybe napalm last night? Whoa, Sena, you look rough."
*
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