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 Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 2:59 am
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Hitsuga looks to the thin yellow curl that fell to the tabletop, realizing that, yes, for just a moment the frog had sported a rather massive ahoge.
....and sets the knife down to try and hold back a snort of laughter. whee
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:01 am
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Hm.
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Without warning, Boyan reeeeeeeeeaches over... and pokes Hitsuga in the ribs.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:09 am
Hitsuga shies away from the poke reflexively, catching his balance on the edge of the counter, though the laugh he'd been holding back escapes him.
He thinks the next batch, after he gets the pot rinsed out, might be cinnamon-scented. And perhaps red-colored. What does Master Boyan think?
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:10 am
Boyan thinks.... Boyan thinks....!
Poke.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:15 am
He, once more, shies away from the poke, protecting his side with one sleeve.
....please stop that sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:16 am
Why? Is Hitsuga ticklis--
POKE.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:18 am
NO he is not. But--
Flinch! whee
Y--you don't just get in people's space and--
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:19 am
Boyan thinks he sees a smiiiiiiile! 4laugh
pokepokepokepokepoke!
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:22 am
NO! For the--
The pokes are coming faster than he can deflect them.
--love of the NAME would he just sto--
A choked bray of laughter escapes him as his back meets the wall...
Oh hells...
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:23 am
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:31 am
NoOoOoOo...!!!! gonk
The projection is futile and wavering even as his sides and belly are accosted, making him fall over himself in laughter, his attempts to block the onslaught equally divided between trying to push Boyan away or grapple ahold of his wrists.
Ahhh...!! Stoppit! STOP! He can't BREATHE...!! blaugh
Laughter becomes silent chuffing, and then....
Squeek! whee
But it is not a duckie's squeak. It is shrill, and loud, and sounds like someone has just startled a mouse. ....and it is accompanied by MORE of them every time he draws an inhale of breath.
....there is, perhaps, a reason he does not like to laugh so hard.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:34 am
At that first squeak, Boyan is startled enough to hesitate. But with each squeak afterward, he can't help but find it....
Absolutely hilarious.
He falls against Hitsuga, doubling over in childish giggles.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:38 am
Squeek! Squeek! Squeek!
....and Boyan's laughter is only making it worse...!! gonk
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:39 am
What a vicious cycle they have entered! For Hitsuga's squeaking to trigger Boyan's giggles, and for Boyan's giggles to make the squeaking worse...!
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 3:49 am
After what seems forever, the need to breathe wins out over hilarity as the squeaking ends in thick panting.
His composure that he's enjoyed the last few days is gone. His eyes are streaming, the eyeliner he's put on leaving raccoon ringlets as it runs, his face is flushed, his hair is mussed, and....at least until he gets near a mirror next...he's oblivious to any of it as he catches his breath, finally able to give Boyan a push away from him to reclaim his space.
Was that really....REALLY....necessary?
....it is hard, he finds, to sound properly indignant through receding hitches and snerks.
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