*waves a sign around*

At least I got a chapter out of her, even if it was late. But I do like this “PPC” thing your writer gave to mine – not only can she keep a large collection of pictures there for me, files of our stories and even the video about us, I can make her -work-. *grins* While she waited in a 15-minute line for her lunch she started writing on the next chapter. I’m not going to allow her such a delay this time.

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  1. Ah sumana…
    *sits down beside her*
    It’s getting difficult to make the writer work on -anything-. But she did let me come here, thanks to that “commercial”. It is amusing somewhat, although I wish I was that man, eating quite well.
    *looks at her, quite tired*
    Gomen gomen… I’m glad to hear your writer is finding the toy useful.

  2. *leans over to kiss his cheek* Good evening… *pulls out a box* Well I don’t think I have 47 dishes for you tonight but I can offer something, ne? *grins* At least the quality will be excellent, and none of that “Kitty soba”… *shakes head*

    *hands him a set of chopsticks*
    *brushes his bangs back* Thanks for coming tonight.

  3. *starts to look happy at the food*
    *looks at her* Thanks… *starts to eat, making weird sounds at the soba*
    *mutters* delicious…
    *finishes the soba first, tempura next, vegetables before having the sashimi with pickles*
    *lays the chopsticks down and leans back, chuckling*
    Eventhough you’re upset with me, you still feed me well Hide.
    *grins*

  4. *looks pleased as he -loudly- enjoys his food*
    I always would. *smiles softly* Even if I don’t see you as much as I want… I’ll just have to keep Safety working on that story. Instead of sitting about feeling sorry for myself and moping… I’ll turn it into something… *looks over at him* Although, at times, I will -need- to break out that sign. *grins* And have dinner waiting, ne? After all I’ve always promised to feed you…
    *leans against him on the sofa, reaches in his pocket for his cigarettes and matches, lights one up and hands it over to him* There’s another reason she has to type on her ppc if she’s inspired at work… did you notice the rating has gone up?

  5. *takes the cigarette gladly and starts his after eating smoking ritual*
    Hmmm… Actually it’s that icon of yours that caught my eye. It always signals some sort of trouble, or that you’re thinking a bit too much.
    And no I’ve not noticed the rating. I’ve been bombarded with trying to keep an idiot “sane” lately.
    *pulls on her hand*
    You see if the ahou is not doing well, I can’t visit here ne? It seems like I’m doomed in that respect.

  6. Oh, the icon… No… that’s just me missing you. Not trouble… sometimes it is my trouble icon. *nudges his cheek with her nose, and points* But see… I have happy ones too. *smiles*
    *laces her fingers through his*
    I see… we are bound to them in a way. *sighs* Just like mine will get to sleep well since I got another picture for my collection, she did -well-, even if I prefer you with eyes more golden and more bangs. *laughs, tugs lightly on a strand*
    But I’ll wait… *softly* I know your absence isn’t by your doing. *kisses him lightly inbetween his puffs on the cig* Keep her sane… I think you’re the only one Kizu-san will listen to sometimes. Writer management is part of the job, ne?

  7. *kisses her cheek as she nudges him*
    That is still one of my favorites. I proposed to you in that picture remember?
    *winces as she tugs on his hair*
    Careful with that. You might break one and I’m supposed to have four bangs… But keep the picture, it’s still me after all. If I was to have a live photo, I wouldn’t mind using that Koichi… And you of course will use your “live” version. I think however, we look better as we are now.
    *puts out the cigarette and looks back at her*
    The writer is making my life miserable. *sighs also* But I will be here as much as possible, if you need me. I can’t keep running away just because I can’t be perfect… You’ll just have to forgive me for needing you.
    *lays them both down on the red sofa, whispers*
    Thanks for putting up with this idiot.
    *falls asleep*

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