ledbythewind: (Adorable Prince)
Richard, King of Windor ([personal profile] ledbythewind) wrote2010-12-26 12:06 am

[Voice/Action] (backdated to Christmas morning)

[There are the sounds of a somewhat muffled conversation in the background before Richard picks up the journal to address it, a clear undercurrent of happiness and slight excitement to his voice.]

So this is what they refer to on Earth as a "white Christmas." I've read that this sort of Christmas is the best kind to have despite the weather... what do all of you think? Do you prefer the snow, or would you like a sunny day?

[He'll be sitting on the couch sipping a cup of tea while he waits for answers-- and his housemates, because IT'S CHRISTMAS AND HE IS EXCITED due to not having this holiday in his world. Might as well enjoy it while he's here, right?]
acclimatized: (take my joints take them for points)

[ written ]

[personal profile] acclimatized 2010-12-27 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Just John is fine. And yes, I'm from Earth.

[ He will never get used to this. ]

[Action]

[identity profile] denyingreasons.livejournal.com 2010-12-27 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Naoki looks down sheepishly and rubs the side of his neck.]

Yeah--sorry, Isamu.

[Action]

[identity profile] causeblocked.livejournal.com 2010-12-27 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Frighten? [He doesn't even seem to recall what he did, and only now realizes that Richard is gripping his arm. He pulls it away]

Eh. S'fine. [He smirks a little as he wakes up a bit more.] Figures you guys had to make a big deal out of the holidays.

[Action]

[identity profile] denyingreasons.livejournal.com 2010-12-27 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Now Naoki grins. Richard's excitement is infectious, what can he say.]

I'm sure you got enough sleep anyway, Isamu.

[identity profile] denyingreasons.livejournal.com 2010-12-27 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's cool, Naoki's just finishing tidying everything and putting things away, feeling very content indeed. He sighs happily--this was a great Christmas, you know, so much better than last year and better than any other one he can remember--just about to wander back to their room.

He pauses; blinks around. Derp. Now where did he go?]
acclimatized: (bomb right over my head)

[ written ]

[personal profile] acclimatized 2010-12-27 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
You may. I'm a Londoner; born and bred.

[Action]

[identity profile] causeblocked.livejournal.com 2010-12-27 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[He yawns and rubs at his eyes.] Don't be stupid. you can never get too much sleep.

[Action]

[identity profile] denyingreasons.livejournal.com 2010-12-27 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[...Naoki was too, but we're not going to talk about that. |D]

You can nap later if you get too tired. [Giving you hair-musses, Isamu.]
Edited 2010-12-27 20:47 (UTC)

[identity profile] denyingreasons.livejournal.com 2010-12-27 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Glancing around a few more times and--whoa, wait. Naoki does a double-take and stares at him. Blinking rapidly. His thoughts are taking a sudden spiral to where they shouldn't.]

Richard...? That's...

[identity profile] denyingreasons.livejournal.com 2010-12-27 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh...

[Wrong? Not exactly. Aside from Naoki's sudden urge to mess up that uniform and see it on his floor very soon. Maybe he could get creative with that tie. Hmmm~]

W-where'd you get that?

[identity profile] denyingreasons.livejournal.com 2010-12-27 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Naoki will just be...wandering closer about now. And he just barely keeps from flushing at the thought of that statue. So this is what Richard got from it, huh?]

I-I see...
Edited 2010-12-27 21:13 (UTC)

[identity profile] denyingreasons.livejournal.com 2010-12-27 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[...

What, you think he'd raise an objection to Richard taking off those clothes in front of him? Naoki moves all the closer.]


If you want...I can help.

[identity profile] denyingreasons.livejournal.com 2010-12-27 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Don't think Naoki doesn't see that flush. But he wants to help. For entirely innocent reasons, undoubtedly.

His hand moves, gently nudging Richard's out of the way, holding that ti and letting it slither through his fingers. He leans in, lips brushing over the corner of his mouth and grins.]


...I'll help.

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