ledbythewind | [Voice/Action] (backdated to Christmas morning)

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[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?]

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[Making out, no, but at this rate it will lead to things that should probably not be happening in the living room while other people are in the house.

... except that Richard is moving closer instead of pulling away.]

[Naoki presses a hand slightly to the small of his back, nipping again at his lips. Then soothing his tongue over the spot he just bit.]

[And that may be a groan that's slipping out of Richard's mouth before at last he reluctantly pulls back to murmur against Naoki's lips. ]

Not here...

[Naoki makes a small, disappointed sound and strokes his fingers up and down gently over his spine.]

Mm, but...

Tonight.

[And that's a promise. After all, he still hasn't shown Naoki what he got from that statue.]

[Naoki sighs but smiles, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Richard's neck.]

Mm, okay. Tonight it is.

Now, I believe we're still missing someone...

[Naoki blinks and then glances around.]

Yeah--Isamu must be still asleep.

[...and now he gets an idea. Grins at Richard and quirks up his eyebrows as if to say 'shall we?']

[The look on Richard's face should be answer enough to that. Sleeping in on Christmas? Not allowed.]

[Isamu's not getting as good a wake-up as Naoki did, that's for sure.

Mwaha. Naoki grins and stands, offering a hand to Richard.]

[Richard returns that smile with one of his own before he takes that hand and stands, amused. This is totally a great way to wake up, what are you talking about.]

[Naoki grins, tugging at his hand as he leads the way toward the stairs and to Isamu's room. Nothing like being woken up by your two overenthusiastic housemates.]

[And if they're quiet enough, Isamu won't even know what hit him.

Just making his way up the stairs with Naoki now...]

[Hehehe. Naoki pauses by Isamu's room, grinning, and then sneeeakily opens up the door, peering inside.

Waking up housemate is go?]

[Isamu is sleeping like the dead and has no intention of waking up any time soon.]

[All the better for Richard to sneak in and make his way over to the end of the bed, then, plotting his method of attack.]

[Sneaking inside as well, pausing and glancing at Richard with a grin. Naoki shifts. Oh, he's probably just going to jump on the bed.]

[Isamu won't even stir until someone makes a move.]

[Richard looks over at Naoki with a grin...

... and said move is about to be made in the form of Richard LEAPING ONTO ISAMU. MERRY CHRISTMAS, HOUSEMATE, NOW WAKE UP.]

[SORRY ISAMU, NAOKI IS ALSO JUMPING. Though will not flatten you.

...plz to not be punching him.]

[Sorry guys. There are certain dreams that still hound this teen, and certain reflexes that still kick into action when woken that suddenly through physical contact.

Isamu's eyes snap open and he immediately swings wildly at Richard, still not fully awake.]

[... not as planned. Richard is fast enough to duck that punch so that it only grazes his shoulder, but it's pretty easy to tell that this isn't a "get the hell off me, guys" swing, but a "I'm being attacked and am freaking out over it" swing. Richard is quick to shift gears, reaching for Isamu's arm to try to get him to lower it while addressing him.]

Isamu, it's just us. It's all right.

[Naoki moves quick enough so he's not looming over his friend at all (knowing that won't help any), blinking rapidly.]

Yeah--just us. [A beat.] Sorry.

[Isamu stops, panting, heart racing, and stares at the two of them for a few moments as the gears in his head slowly start turning properly.

Finally he frowns, looking confused.] ...What're you two doing on my bed?

We were trying to wake you up for Christmas.

[But he sounds slightly apologetic as he says this.]

I'm sorry, we didn't mean to frighten you like that.

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