broken-punchmachine:

(ooc; omg seriously? D: that isn’t fun either. Our next ~big~ topic will be poems in German :D I’m already sobbing inside because i hate poems. yep an actual cucumber! o_o it was weird, believe me. and the condom glew in the dark orz. I’VE NEVER HEARD OF AWESOMESAUCIEST BEFORE. BUT I LIKE THE WORD ;D)

Tohma was… making fun of him, wasn’t he? At least Masaru could see the amusement in his eyes, and naturally it annoyed him even more. But then the brunette smirked mischievously, “Sooner or later~?” Sooner or later wasn’t a definite time span, actually it be now or even never depending on the blonde. No, Masaru didn’t want to play this game like that. “What, are you afraid you can’t come up with something now? And here I thought you were such a genius,” the street fighter snickered obviously amused, deliberately poking fun at Tohma’s intelligence. He knew the blonde didn’t like that — all the more reason to do it. “Guess I was wrong after all~”

Letting out a low ‘hmpf’, the brunette tried not to react to his boyfriend’s teasing as he rather enjoyed the touch of his hand. But it was hard, especially when Tohma reminded him of his loss… “Tch,” Masaru scoffed, lightly punching the other, “Yeah, keep going. Rub more salt into my wounds…” Sarcastically rolling his eyes, he lifted his head and looked up at the blonde. For a moment, he really was tempted to say something just to piss Tohma off, but just when he opened his mouth a light growl coming from his stomach could be heard. “…I’m hungry,” he stated somewhat stupidly as he blushed faintly in embarrassment.

(ooc; ahhas, we did feminist poetry in literature. it was not very enjoyable either. i like poems.. just the good ones ;D ..that is quite weird .___. LOL yay, glow in the dark sex. WE ARE WUNDERBAR. HAHAHAHA. idk what i’m doing. ohhh i hate my life.)

Tohma scoffed mildly, knowing too well when Masaru was being deliberately annoying. “Oh yes, because the genius status is instantly taken away when one cannot come up with an instant date plan on the spot,” he drawled sarcastically, adding just that bit more emphasis on the word date, just to see how Masaru would react, even curious so. “How about I keep it a surprise then? Keep you on your feet,” Tohma whispered lightly. Spontaneity wasn’t exactly something Tohma was excellent at, but he figured he’d give it a try. How hard could it be if Masaru could do it?

Laughing lightly, Tohma let his hand stray in the brunette hair. “Sorry,” he murmured, although he didn’t sound that apologetic. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t be doing the same if I had lost though,” he continued quietly, with no real bite in his words. Tohma could already sense an insult coming his way as Masaru opened his mouth; though when he heard the soft grumbling of the other boy’s stomach, even over the spray of water, Tohma couldn’t help but chuckle. “Nice,” he commented fondly, “That’s what you get for skipping breakfast.”

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W-what the….

ALL THE POSITIONS.

broken-punchmachine:

(ooc; it wasn’t even anything related to education D: it was a simple novel, it was awful. really :| worst book i ever read, orz. omg, penis banana. we never had sex ed at school, i think o_o BUT I REMEMBER PUTTING A CONDOM ON A CUCUMBER. So awkward. WELL HOW ABOUT WE’RE BOTH AWESOMESAUCE? ;D)

Masaru furrowed his brows, ignoring the cluelessness he felt at Tohma’s usage of weird words like meticulously — what did that even mean in the first place?! — as he nodded. “Y-yeah, I am!” There was no way that he would go down on his word now! Not when he saw the hints of amusement on Tohma’s face. It was a matter of pride after all! “Go on, give it your best shot,” the street fighter talked further, flashing an overly confident grin. “I go with whatever you say, without complaining even once!” But would Tohma play along with this? Well, if he didn’t…

“I know, I know,” the brunette murmured quietly as he hung his head to make it easier for Tohma to work with his hair. The constant spray of water pattered down on his head, slowly washing away the foam of the shampoo. Together with Tohma’s hand, it really was relaxing… Letting out a content sigh, Masaru didn’t think any further as he took a small step towards his boyfriend and leaning his forehead against the blonde’s shoulder. He didn’t care whether the remaining soap was already out of his hair or not, as long as he could stand like this for a moment longer… “Y’know… this feels real good,” he mumbled lazily, resting a hand on Tohma’s side to keep himself from leaning in too much.

(ooc; LOL all our novels are about death D: EVERY SINGLE ONE. klasdf lmfaoo, like an actual cucumber? o__o that would’ve been pretty weird. NO ONLY ONE CAN THE AWESOMESAUCIEST ;D)

Tohma chuckled lightly, obvious fondness seeping into the action. Masaru really was too easy to rile up, even if it wasn’t intentional. “Don’t I always?” he chided with mild sarcasm, playfulness lingering. “Ah, but you know that excellent, meticulous plans are always well thought out,” the blonde drawled quietly, smiling in amusement, “I’ll come up with something sooner or later.”

Blinking, Tohma watched curiously as Masaru stepped closer to him, well and truly invading the aristocrat’s personal space. He made a sound that was a half-laugh half-scoff as he continued to card his fingers through the wet hair. “You really are too easily to please,” he teased gently. “Well it’s the least I can do. After beating you around before.” Tohma really meant no unkindness whatsoever in those words, but he couldn’t seem to suppress the pride can came with the knowledge of winning a fighter over the great Masaru-sama.

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broken-punchmachine:

nerdstein-:

Yes, well.. It wasn’t entirely your fault. I’m holding you to your word about that. Guess I won’t be slipping Takuya poison..

Just… trust me, Tohma. I won’t disappoint you, promise. Did you say something…?

I do. I just don’t trust.. other people. ..*sigh* I know you won’t. No, nothing at all.

gaorush:

lol Marcus could you possibly look like a bigger dork?

broken-punchmachine:

Heh, I’m relieved now… Of course! Friend or not, if Takuya had tried anything else, I’d have punched him!

Yes, well.. It wasn’t entirely your fault. I’m holding you to your word about that. Guess I won’t be slipping Takuya poison..

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imnotakatomon:

He and Guilmon continues to walk behind Tohma.After he walks across the field far from Tohma,both partner and Digimon now stares at the blond who was now opposite in their direction.As if awaiting for their next instruction to say ..or do something.

“How..? “Takato began while raising an eyebrow.What does he mean by that? The boy ponders about it and later realizes what he meant.”Anything is fine just as long the damage is too much.”Takato answers with confirmation in his voice.”For this sparring match,I’ll only allow Guilmon in his rookie form to fight.”

“Takatomon,I’m ready.” Guilmon began as Takato nodded.”Right!”

Two cards started to rotate in mid-air. Takato captures it with his hand. Sliding the card into his D-Ark,the brunette shouted,”Digi-modify!”

The cards takes effect.

“Power and Speed Card activate!” 

Tohma couldn’t help but laugh lightly at Takato’s answer, no malice intended in the action. Takato really was so young. Tohma never pushed Gaomon too hard, but he also knew now much his Digimon could take. Usually whenever Tohma and Gaomon fought friendlies, they would do it in a similar style to boxing. The fight ends when either the opponent or yourself was no longer to get up after 10 seconds of hitting the ground, but the blonde figured that probably would’ve been to intense for Takato and Guilmon. For the moment at least.

“If that’s what you want,” Tohma answered, flashing a knowing smile at his blue-wolf Digimon. “Gaomon will stay in this form too,” he said to Takato before looking down to address said Digimon, “Won’t you, Gaomon?”

“Yes, Master,” Gaomon answered before stepping away from Tohma’s side to stand a few metres in from the aristocrat, obediently and patiently awaiting his master’s first command.