Uhhh, so this probably isn't AS ArmaPtera-ish, but I definitely wrote this with that universe in mind. :3 So, you know. Enjoy? orz
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"You can go, it's okay. I can stay here."
It was the eighth time Ryo heard the words from Massu's mouth, and they were getting so irritating that Ryo had half the mind to jump the ride queue and settle in with the rest of their band as they waited to go on the tilt-a-whirl. Shige said it was a good way to dry off after getting soaked on the Congo Rapids, but Massu was reluctant in accepting how a steel cage, spinning at fast speeds at various altitudes, could help. At any rate, Ryo had thought that maybe he should stay behind -- Massu looking dejected and awkward, standing alone, was a sad image, but coupling it with the fact that he was sopping wet just made it so much sadder.
"I said it was fine, so just leave it." Ryo rolled his eyes. He picked up Koyama's bag, sifted through it and ignored Massu's horrified face at the fact that Ryo was going through someone else's stuff. He found what he was looking for, at least; he pulled back his arm and threw the towel at Massu's head. "Here. At least dry your hair."
And even though he was scandalized at Ryo rifling through private propery five seconds ago, Massu beamed, unfolded the towel, and began to towel-dry his hair. Ryo watched as the hands worked their magic, soaking up the water laden in the other's fine, brown dyed hair. "Honestly...how did you forget to bring a change of clothing?"
"I didn't think we'd be going on water rides!" Massu protested. He looked down at his t-shirt still stuck to his skin, the excess water dripping onto the pavement underneath him. "Besides, I live close enough to here that I figured I could just make it home and change. ...and shower."
"You're going to get sick, you idiot. Take your shirt off." Ryo replied and crossed his arms across his chest.
Massu stopped toweling his hair and stared at Ryo like he was absolutely nuts. "What? No!"
"You need to wring it out or else you'll leave a trail of water as you walk! And then I'm going to make fun of you for being a puddle monster. Now take your shirt off!" Ryo sniped.
"But it's -- we're in public." Massu hissed.
"Jesus, if you don't do it yourself, I'll do it for you." Ryo threatened. Not like it was much of a threat, since Massu could easily knock Ryo halfway across the park with a good powered shove, but he knew Massu wouldn't do that. His hands seemed to be doing the thinking for him, anyway, seeing as they were already tugging at the hem of Massu's shirt. Massu's hands dropped Koyama's towel as he frantically tried to block Ryo's questing fingers, and there was a brief scuffle before Ryo's fingers finally gripped the wet material.
Ryo grinned triumphantly and yanked upwards. Massu said something that vaguely sounded like, "Nonononononono!", but all progress was lost when, out of no where, Shige's voice sounded out for them to hear.
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Date: 2011-01-17 08:32 pm (UTC)---------------------------------
"You can go, it's okay. I can stay here."
It was the eighth time Ryo heard the words from Massu's mouth, and they were getting so irritating that Ryo had half the mind to jump the ride queue and settle in with the rest of their band as they waited to go on the tilt-a-whirl. Shige said it was a good way to dry off after getting soaked on the Congo Rapids, but Massu was reluctant in accepting how a steel cage, spinning at fast speeds at various altitudes, could help. At any rate, Ryo had thought that maybe he should stay behind -- Massu looking dejected and awkward, standing alone, was a sad image, but coupling it with the fact that he was sopping wet just made it so much sadder.
"I said it was fine, so just leave it." Ryo rolled his eyes. He picked up Koyama's bag, sifted through it and ignored Massu's horrified face at the fact that Ryo was going through someone else's stuff. He found what he was looking for, at least; he pulled back his arm and threw the towel at Massu's head. "Here. At least dry your hair."
And even though he was scandalized at Ryo rifling through private propery five seconds ago, Massu beamed, unfolded the towel, and began to towel-dry his hair. Ryo watched as the hands worked their magic, soaking up the water laden in the other's fine, brown dyed hair. "Honestly...how did you forget to bring a change of clothing?"
"I didn't think we'd be going on water rides!" Massu protested. He looked down at his t-shirt still stuck to his skin, the excess water dripping onto the pavement underneath him. "Besides, I live close enough to here that I figured I could just make it home and change. ...and shower."
"You're going to get sick, you idiot. Take your shirt off." Ryo replied and crossed his arms across his chest.
Massu stopped toweling his hair and stared at Ryo like he was absolutely nuts. "What? No!"
"You need to wring it out or else you'll leave a trail of water as you walk! And then I'm going to make fun of you for being a puddle monster. Now take your shirt off!" Ryo sniped.
"But it's -- we're in public." Massu hissed.
"Jesus, if you don't do it yourself, I'll do it for you." Ryo threatened. Not like it was much of a threat, since Massu could easily knock Ryo halfway across the park with a good powered shove, but he knew Massu wouldn't do that. His hands seemed to be doing the thinking for him, anyway, seeing as they were already tugging at the hem of Massu's shirt. Massu's hands dropped Koyama's towel as he frantically tried to block Ryo's questing fingers, and there was a brief scuffle before Ryo's fingers finally gripped the wet material.
Ryo grinned triumphantly and yanked upwards. Massu said something that vaguely sounded like, "Nonononononono!", but all progress was lost when, out of no where, Shige's voice sounded out for them to hear.