Lost and found

Memlei · Vuoden Gangsta Liittynyt: 25 Kes 2007 Viestejä: 653

Title: Chippendales dancers
Author: memlei
Beta: iacui
Pairing: AoixRuki, Orlando BloomxRuki
Genre: romance, angst, (humour)
Rating: R->
Chapters: 1/6
Disclaimer: Pojat omistavat ~~toisensa~~ itsensä.
Summary: Ruki ja Aoi lähtevät New Yorkiin viimeistelemään Stackedia, mutta matka tekeekin Rukin kohdalla täyden käänteen erään brittinäyttelijän heittäessä lusikkansa soppaan... oh please.

A/N: ................ Kyllä, luitte ihan oikein, OrlixRuki. Idea crossoverista kuuluu meille kaikille mesemiittiläisille ja kiitos ficin täytäntöönpanemisesta Elindarille. Ai niin ja kiittäkää onneanne siitä, että Lafin asetus eläimiinsekaantumisesta esti mua lisäämästä tähän ficciin jääkarhua. Ficci on omistettu Elindarille edellämainituista syistä.

Ficin nimestä sen verran, että mä olen aina luullut, että se on ”Chippendale dancers”, mutta ottaessani asiasta tarkemmin selvää tajusin, että hitto, sehän onkin ”Chippendales dancers”. Tämä oikaisu ihan vain sitä varten, että joku muukin oli samassa luulossa kuin mä aiemmin.

Henkilöt:
Ruki
Aoi
Orlando

HUOM. Mulla on sellainen periaate, että ficceihin ei tungeta japaninkielisiä ilmauksia, ellei osata kirjoittaa koko ficciä japaniksi, mutta tällä kertaa mun oli tehtävä poikkeus, sillä ihmisten oikeasti täytyy tietää, milloin Orli heittää japania. Nyrkkisääntönä on, että Ruki ja Aoi puhuvat toistensa kanssa japania mutta Orlandolle englantia, joten niitä lausahduksia en ala erikseen kursivoida.

Daijoubu? = Oletko kunnossa?
Doozo yoroshiku. = Hauska tavata.
Doshite? = Miksi?

- - -

[01]

Ruki had never liked the idea of sitting thousands of metres above the ground without a parachute. Until this moment he hadn't had to think about the said matter too much but now, now that he was sitting in the airport's impacted lobby fumbling nervously with the keychain slouching from the pocket of his jacket, it was time for him to start thinking about it. Aoi, snoring on the seat next to him, clearly wasn't nervous about the flight, nor had he any compassion for Ruki who waited for the flight to New York primarily with horror.

In fact, at the moment Ruki didn't even remember why he had volunteered as the one to travel all the way to the other side of the ocean for the mastering of their new album in the first place. Or yes, yes he did remember for the thought of an exotic, fashionable city far from home had been the first to come up in his mind once Ruki had heard about the upcoming trip. On the other hand, the fact that it would take a ten-hour flight to get to the continent hadn't occured to him berfore it had been too late. So everything had lead to this – to a nerve-wracking wait here at the airport with a manager and bandmate, without any assurance he would still be alive the next day.

Not more than ten minutes later Ruki found himself sitting uncomfortably on his seat in the plane, trying in vain to get his seat belt fastened with his trembling fingers. Finally Aoi grabbed the belt with a chuckle and fastened it easily, earning a death glare from Ruki who now tried to find a comfortable position on his seat.
”Nervous?” Aoi smirked.
”Shut up.”
With another chuckle Aoi watched as the vocalist started again to fumble with his keychain, then leaned in and muttered in his ear, ”Don't worry – it's more likely you die in a car crash or in your own home than in this plane.”
”Shut up.”
”I could of course call the flight attendant to come and bring you some... sedative, if you'd like.”
”I said, shut up.”
”Maaa, Ruki, you're cute when you're nervous,” Aoi laughed poking the other on the cheek and getting his hand slapped from Ruki's face. The vocalist thought it best not to add to Aoi's amusement more than necessary, so instead of snapping again he didn't say a word but stuffed the headphones of his music player in his ears. Before turning back to the window next to him the guitarist - just in case - poked the other's cheek once more and grinned as Ruki again glared at him and without another word turned up the volume of his player.

It had never been the easiest task for Ruki to calm himself down, but he'd learnt that with concentrating on something else than his nervousness, he usually managed to easen his insecure. So with varying interest he started to look at the last passengers coming into the first class. Some of them were trying to find their places, some were already setting their luggage into the lockers over their heads with help of air hostesses and stewards. It wasnt that interesting though because the first class passengers were mostly just black suited Japanese businessmen with eyeglasses and boring briefcases; it took several minutes for Ruki to spot even a few foreigners on the other side of the plane. And then there was this American looking guy making his way to his seat near Ruki and Aoi. The man found his seat a few rows ahead of them and tiredly started to pry his luggage into the locker before a young steward appeared out of nowhere and was soon fussing all over the man that looked more annoyed than happy about the attention he was getting.

For some reason the man attracted Ruki's attention; he somehow looked familiar to the vocalist, like some long since forgotten classmate that you hadn't known well but still knew his face. Though Ruki was positive he had never met this man earlier, let alone made friends with anyone from America. The man was handsome – his dark, thick hair curled naturally all over his head and his features somehow seemed to be firm and soft at the same time. A casual stubble could be seen on his pointy chin and when the man raised his glance to look at Ruki in the eye the vocalist saw how confusingly brown his eyes were. Not wanting to be rude Ruki quickly lowered his gaze and turned his focus back to the keychain in his fist whose fumbling he had completely forgotten for a couple of minutes.

*

”Told you, there's no reason to be nervous about it,” Aoi mentioned nonchalantly as the plane slowly started to achieve its maximum flying altitude. Had Ruki been able to look around from his nervousness he would've seen a beautiful blue sky and white shores ending at the waterline that Aoi was taking pictures of from the window next to them.
”Guess so,” was Ruki's curt answer as he clasped the armrests of his seat and stared stubbornly at the tiny digital screen in front of him that showed him the continually increasing flying altitude.
”Ruki, relax.”
”Aoi, you ever heard me telling you to shut up?” Ruki gritted out between his clenched teeth.
”Not that I remember, no,” Aoi passed over the question while busying himself with looking outside. ”Hey, look! There are ships down there!”
”That's lovely.”
Hearing the annoyance in Ruki's voice Aoi turned back to him and looked at his friend with a slight smile on his face.
”Is it really that bad?”
”I just don't like flying, that's all.”
”You should try to relax. It's not good for you to keep on like this through the whole flight.”
”Wow, that's some new piece of info right there, Captain Obvious, you think you're helping the situation at all?” Ruki snapped while watching as the number on the screen switched to eight thousand.

Aoi chose not to answer, but soon Ruki felt soft fingers on his neck, drawing light circles along the skin and rubbing the tense muscles to make him relax. A small sigh left Ruki's lips as he bend his head forward to give those fingers more space to do whatever they wanted, and soon he closed his eyes, enjoying the comfortable feeling radiating through his entire body. Okay, so Aoi could be nice if he really tried. And he usually was, at least when he wasn't fooling around like a ten-year-old and especially when Kai wasn't around to be teased with his wiseass comments and silly remarks. Though now that Kai wasn't there, it was Ruki that got to be the target of his childish moods. But after all, Aoi could be serious - and caring, for that matter – when he wanted to, and it didn't take much for him to realize when it was time to stop messing around and start acting like an adult. Now was one of those moments, and he sure knew it.

Aoi didn't stop his movements until the same young steward with a goofy grin that had helped the foreign guy before the takeoff came to bring them meals and wished them bon appétit with an annoyingly bad accent. Snapping his head up Ruki looked around in confusion as he felt Aoi's fingers leave his neck, leaving him crave for the warmth and comfort they'd given. Slowly he started to get out of his slumber and rubbed his eyes to get the sleep out of his system completely.

”What's so funny?” Ruki asked with his voice hoarse when hearing Aoi laugh. Wow, he really had dozed off under Aoi's ministrations. Aoi just hummed before tucking some of the noodles in front of him into his mouth, making Ruki irritated yet again by not answering his question.
”Nothing, okay? Just eat your noodles,” Aoi laughed when Ruki wouldn't stop glaring at him, and pointed at the table in front of the vocalist, making the other huff in annoyance and stuff the food into his mouth in record time, not casting a glance at Aoi after that.

Ruki wasn't sure exactly when after the meal he had fallen back to sleep but it seemingly hadn't taken too long as he didn't remember the food trays being picked up. And considering the fact that outside the plane it had gotten remarkably darker he assumed he'd been sleeping for quite a while. It was like Aoi had read his mind as when noticing Ruki had woken up, he raised his gaze from the manga in his hands to the blonde and with a slightly crooked smile said, ”You slept for two hours.”

For a moment Ruki just stared blankly back at Aoi, trying to take in the information he'd just received with his still sleep-clouded brain before finally getting his vocal chords to produce an answer, ”Oh, okay.”
Confused by the elder's still lasting gaze on him he brushed some invisible dirt from his shirt sleeve and tried to look anywhere but Aoi which seemed to make the elder amused of some sort.
”Why are you staring like that,” he finally mumbled, and even though his question was more of a rethorical kind, Aoi still chose to answer, with another question though.
”You feeling any better already?”
”Mmhmm, yeah, a bit,” Ruki replied, still a bit difficult under the other's disturbing gaze.
”You look kinda pale.”
”I'm fine, Aoi, just stop staring.”
”Whatever, man,” Aoi laughed shaking his head and turning back to his manga, and - that's Aoi – in seconds of time he was already completely focused on the book and unaware of the world around him, save for the salted peanuts he once in a while stuffed in hs mouth. Ruki frowned at him; Aoi had always had a tendency to get addicted to strangest things. One day it'd be strawberries, another some creepy cherry flavoured chewing gum, sometimes even things like carrot or radish - lately it had been salted peanuts, only this time the addiction seemed to be more permanent since it had been going on for a good few months already.

Indeed Ruki did still feel a bit jumpy but he didn't really want Aoi to worry about him too much. Anyhow, as the elder obviously wasn't going to give him any company at the moment, he decided to get up in order to stretch his legs and also to test the lavatory supply of the damned airplane. He made his way a bit shakily to the front of the plane where the bathrooms situated, trying to look easy and confident even though in reality he was dreading the plane to fall at any moment. Checking his appearance from the mirror of the little bathroom cubicle, he came up with yet another reason why he didn't like flying; for however styled his hair and clothes had been before he'd stepped on the plane, it'd all disappeared by the time he'd step out of the plane.

It wasn't like Ruki was one of those style freaks that couldn't step one foot outside their house, or better yet, bedroom, without their make-up on, but he did like to look nice. To dress up nicely and make his hair to look at least representable made him feel confidental in a way, and gave him this good feeling about himself. So for a long time he tried in vain to straighten the wrinkles in his long-sleeved white cotton shirt and make his hair to not look like a broken bird nest, only to end up giving up and sighing in defeat. Oh well, it definitely wasn't his day.

It was during Ruki's visit to the restroom that the plane started to sway slightly and sometimes even jump making his stomach churn uncomfortably. When stepping out nervously to the aisle in order to get back to his seat, Ruki heard a sound signaling to the passengers to remain seated and fasten their seatbelts, and in panic he rushed along the aisle to his seat. He didn't quite make it though as the plane suddenly shook hard throwing him out of balance, causing him to fall right on top of some unlucky passenger. Stumbling back on his feet, Ruki was too busy to lavish the other with his apologies to not realise the person was the foreign guy he had seen before the takeoff. As as soon as he did, though, he changed the language from Japanese to English, blushing madly as he did so.

”I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-,” he mumbled between his bowing but was cut off with the man chuckling. Confused, Ruki raised his gaze to the man's brown eyes and saw him smiling warmly at him.
”It's okay, I'm not hurt or anything! I guess we can count this as a lucky coincident as you fell on top of me instead of that floor down there.” The man's voice was very deep and serene, and as he talked Ruki got the impression he wasn't mad at him after all, even though the vocalist didn't really catch half of what the man had just said as he didn't understand English well at all. Not knowing what the other had just said, he settled at giving him an apologetic smile and felt his face grow even redder.

”Hey, you okay? Daijoubu?” the man continued in Japanese with an odd accent that Ruki might've just laughed at in any other situation, and his eyebrows were knitted together in concern as he watched Ruki fidgeting nervously under his gaze. ”I mean you look a bit out of it, you're shaking even...”
Saying that the man took Ruki's right hand in both of his, as if trying to easen his shaking, and Ruki found himself staring dumbfounded at their connected hands, not really comprehending the whole situation. Indeed he was shaking due to the fact the plane was practically falling apart and he had just fallen down onto a person he didn't even know, but why the hell was the man touching him? It wasn't like Ruki was used to be touched by people he'd been in contact with less than two minutes, it just wasn't normal, so what the hell was this guy's problem? Luckily for Ruki the plane jumped yet again giving him time to pull his hand away and make it seem like an accident, and only thing he registered in his mind at the moment was that he had to get back to his seat as soon as possible, safely, with no foreign guys touching him more than necessary.

”I... fine, yes,” Ruki stuttered, trying to remember any usable English phrases he could. ”have, eh... go, own seat!” he made pointing motions with his hands towards his own seat to make his point clear, and without waiting for an answer he rushed to his seat leaving the perplexed man to stare at his withdrawing back. He quickly sat down next to Aoi, buckling up his seat belt before letting himself breathe more freely and think about what had just happened. That is, until another jump the plane made made him think about whole new matters, like his own life for instance.
”Tell me again, Aoi, what was it that you said about this plane crashing?” Ruki asked with his voice tense.
”I said, it's way more likely you die-” Aoi started but was quickly cut off by Ruki.
”I was being sarcastic, you chump, I really don't want you to repeat all that shit.”
”Oh.”

Ruki just knew he had been rude snapping at his bandmate like that but the hell, the man had been a terrible wiseass through the whole flight, so Ruki chose not to apologize but rather enjoy the silence that now hovered between them. After a short moment though Aoi raised his gaze to look somewhere over Ruki's shoulder but not directly at him.
”It's just normal turbulence you know,” he said in an oddly cool manner and Ruki frowned, wondering if he'd been too harsh after all. However, Ruki knew Aoi would not take offence of something so little so he decided to leave it be.
”Normal turbulence! Normal turbulence, he says,” he complained directing his gaze upwards which would have been the sky if he already hadn't been on the sky himself - now it was only the buttons of the plane's ceiling. Soon the plane gave another major jump, nearly making Ruki squeal on his seat and forget about Aoi's feelings for the time being. ”Well fucking tell me more about that normal turbulence when we're down on some freaking island playing Lost and giving birth to babies on the white shores and running away from the mystery monster and shooting each other to death,” he snapped making Aoi break into laughter and, after seeing Aoi smiling again, Ruki himself gave a small smile too.
”Giving birth to babies, eh? You got something to tell me, Ruki?” the guitarist stuttered making Ruki's smile falter a little.
”I'd focus more on that 'shooting each other' part,” he grumbled crossing his arms on his chest and looking away from that annoyingly amused face of the elder.

It didn't take long till the plane settled and the turbulence flattened, and the two started to play jan-ken-po[1] to lose some time. It was the game Ruki hated with all his heart since he always seemed to lose it for some reason, but anything beat sitting in a plane without doing anything. The fact he finally won on the twelveth round didn't turn down the ache of his head as during the last half hour Aoi had gotten to slap him on the forehead eleven times because of the game plus one more because he was an ass.

”Hey, you cheated, you fucker!” Ruki shouted after his fifteenth time of losing. ”You totally put those scissors up after seeing me give pap- OW!” His complaining was cut off by Aoi hitting him hard on the forehead.
”Take it like the man you are, Ru, and just admit it - you suck,” Aoi stated cracking a grin and raising his arms to cover his head as Ruki attempted to get back from the hit.
”You cocky bastard, I'm gonna teach you-” Ruki started but was abruptly cut off by Aoi – again.
”Hey, isn't that Orlando Bloom?” the guitarist exclaimed pointing with his finger to somewhere in the front of the plane, where a certain dark foreigner walked down the aisle towards their seats. Ruki stared overwhelmed at the man he had collided with earlier, not knowing what to say. Orlando Bloom? So that was why the man had looked familiar.
”Oh no...” Ruki muttered when he saw the man spotting him and heading to them with a bright smile on his face. It wasn't that he didn't like the man, he was just still confused and embarrassed about what had happened between them earlier.

”Hi!” the man greeted smiling down at Ruki.
”Hi,” the vocalist mumbled smiling politely though keeping his head low, feeling the blush creeping itself on his cheeks again.
”You feeling better already? Feeling... okay?” the dark haired man continued aiming at articulating as clearly as possible as he still talked in English, and practically hearing the captivating smile in his voice, Ruki couldn't keep himself from stealing a glance at his face. The smile was clearly seen on the man's face too, and Ruki found he really liked that smile – it was honest and genuine, unlike many others'. A few moments passed before he realized he was staring and was expected to answer the question, which made him panic and turn his reddening face away.
”Ah, eh.. yes! Yes, thank you, I'm very good,” he stuttered nervously, wondering if he could possibly make himself look any stupider in the other's eyes. It seemed like Aoi was thinking exactly the same thing as Ruki heard the guitarist chuckle behind the blonde's turned back, seemingly already recovered from his shock of seeing Orlando Bloom live.

”I'm Orlando, by the way. Orlando... desu,” the man said, sneering to himself as he clearly seemed to be aware of his own lack of pronunciation skills, and extending his hand towards Ruki. Hesitatingly Ruki took the other's hand and shook it before quickly letting go and adverting his glance from the man's piercing gaze.
”...Ruki.”
”Ruki? Oh, doozo yoroshiku, Ruki-san! Who is your friend?” Orlando asked politely, referring to Aoi sitting next to the vocalist.
”I'm Aoi,” Aoi said extending his arm over Ruki and smiling brightly as they shook hands. ”I... I like, your movies!” he said confidently, not caring as he stumbled with his words a bit.
”Oh, so you know me? Interesting, thank you. So, Ruki-san, Aoi-san, why are you heading to New York anyway, if I may ask? Doshite, to New York?” Orlando added as he saw the confusion and lack of understanding clearly shown on Aoi and Ruki's faces. Since Ruki seemed to have lost his ability to speak, Aoi was the one to answer.
”We... recording CD,” he smiled.
”Really? Are you musicians?” Orlando asked with enthusiasm, but even though the man seemed to be truly interested, Ruki couldn't help but think that the smile on the man's face made him look like he was making fun of them. Being Ruki's weak spot, their job was the last thing Ruki wanted to be mocked about, which on the other hand made him very touchy about the subject.
”Yes,” he replied curtly, the sound of pride echoing in his voice as he looked upwards straight at Orlando's face defiantly and with a face that he wanted to signal his 'you're not special so fuck off' message with, which usually worked pretty well on strangers. It was kind of a defence mechanism, the one that activated when he was feeling very uncomfortable or uncertain – he would just turn the tables upside down and hope the other to get the hint. Ruki knew it all himself but couldn't help it, and this moment wasn't an exception – he was feeling terribly uncomfortable, as well as uncertain. This guy seemingly took the hint as his confused face slowly turned into an understanding one and he sighed calmly.
”Ok ok, sorry for asking about it, Ruki-san. You seem like you want to be alone now, I think I'll just head back to my seat... But anyway, very cool meeting you!” Orlando said before waving goodbye and leaving them to their own company.

”You just chased him away.” It was a statement, not an accusation, but as if it wasn't enough for Ruki to understand Aoi disapproved his behaviour, the darker seemed to be determined to stare a hole into Ruki's head.
”Don't look at me like that.”
”Fine, but why are you always so fucking tense around new people? You looked like you'd eaten shit or something,” Aoi pushed on, fingering the fabric of Ruki's shirt around his shoulder thoughtfully.
”It's nothing, okay?” Ruki muttered, slapping the other's hand that after a few seconds of retreating returned to its earlier place on his shoulder.
”Yeah, it certainly looks like nothing when you practically panic around people that just want to be nice and get to know a little more of you. You're not usually this tense though.”
”I say, people always have secret motives,” Ruki said, disturbed by Aoi's fingers on his shoulder unconsciously drawing circles and examining the soft fabric.
”Right. Well I say, you've got hots for him, don't you?” Aoi muttered, bringing his face near Ruki's shoulder and eyeing the shirt carefully.
”What? NO!” Ruki exclaimed, eyes wide and staring at his band mate in disbelief as if demanding an explanation.
”You've got dirt on your shirt,” Aoi stated, ignoring Ruki's complaining, and sweeped the vocalist's sleeve in vain before withdrawing and turning his focus back at Ruki's face instead of his shoulder.
”Aoi!”
”You know, it was actually meant to be a joke but now that you reacted like that... I think you really do have hots for him!” The elder grinned, looking at the blone pouting adorably next to him.
”I don't so why don't you shut up.”
”Ruki likes Orlandoooo~”
”Aoi. Shut. The fuck. Up.”

- - -

A/N: täytyy sanoa, että mulla ei oo pitkään aikaan ollut yhtä hauskaa ficciä kirjoittaessa – tää on oikeasti ihan tajuttoman kivaa. Toivottavasti siis teilläkin on kivaa tätä lukiessa. tosin mä en edes itse voi ottaa tota paritusta vakavasti yhyy 8D<3 mun aoi!muse tosin on vähän liian suorasukainen ja ulospäinsuuntautunut oikeaksi aoiksi, mutta älkää antako sen häiritä liikaa. ja joo, englanninkielisessä tekstissä pilkku tulee ihan oikeasti tolle puolelle sitaatteja.

yhyy moikka, kommentoikaa ettei inspiraatio katoo </3

[1] Jan-ken-po on japanilainen versio kivi-paperi-saksista. Hävinnyttä pelaajaa yleensä läimäistään esimerkiksi sormille tai päähän kämmenellä, puhallettavalla muovivasaralla, sanomalehdellä tai oikeastaan melkein millä tahansa, you name it. Pelistä on Japanissa vaihtarina olevan ystäväni mukaan ”puolenmiljoonaa versiota”.

PS. Onks tarpeeks hyvä beta, jos se puuttuu mun aaännienkin kirjoitusasuun lol.
_________________
It is here
It is everywhere
Live at this moment
Piled happiness every day

Elindar · Admin Liittynyt: 24 Kes 2007 Viestejä: 865

........

olen sanaton ! melkein ainakin. ja kommentoin nyt ihan suomeksi, koska a) kello on paljon atm ja b) mun aivot ei toimi muutenkaan just nyt kovin hyvin.
mutta voi luoja. kun mä kuulin, että sä __ihan oikeasti kirjoitat tällä parituksella ficin, olin niin yllättynyt ja toisaalta iloinen ja kaikkea. tää paritus on NIIN random, mutta juuri siksi se onkin niin hyvä!

asd, mulla on kauheasti sanottavaa kaikesta. tämä osa oli ihanan pitkä ja siinä tapahtui ihanan paljon kaikkea. ja ihan ensimmäiseksi; sun aois. tarvitsee aika paljon tahdonvoimaa, etten nyt iske tähän miljoonaa pienempi kuin kolmea ja ihkuta sitä -- se on aivan ihana ! toi miten se heittää koko ajan läppää ja kiusaa rukia ja on tollainen niin aoimainen. okei, se ehkä on liian suorasukainen ja hyper ja kaikkea, niin kuin itsekin sanoit, mutta jotenkin sitä ei ole yhtään vaikea kuvitella tuollaisena. mulla on itse asiassa vieläkin vähän vaikeuksia alkaa sisäistää oikeaa aoita sellaiseksi, minkä kuvan se antoi itsestään siinä musiQ:n haastiksessa. ehkä olen sitten lukenut liikaa ficcejä, joissa aoi on tuollainen dorka ja hyper. anygays, se oli aivan ihana tuollaisena. aoi toi sitä huumoria tuohon kaikkeen, mutta ei ollut kuitenkaan mitenkään yliampuva.

sitten toinen ihanuus. ruksu. mä tiedän, ettei toisen pelolle saa nauraa, mutta toi rukin lievä lentopelko ja panikointi oli vain niin..... suloista. ja toi oli niin rukia noi "shut up *8((*" -kommentit aoille. olit muutenkin kirjoittanut sen tosi mahtavasti, ficin ruki vastasi tosi hyvin omia kuvitelmia rukista ja miten se käyttäytyisi / reagoisi tuon kaltaisissa tilanteissa. ja nyt - antakaa anteeksi - awwwwww @ rukin enkku. mä voin niin kuulla sen höpöttävän tollaista engrishiä ihan paniikissa. awww. rukin reaktiot ja suhtautuminen orliin oli niin suloista. vaati kyllä tosi kovaa mielikuvitusta, että mä pystyin kuvittelemaan noi kaksi tekemisiin toistensa kanssa, mutta ei se mitään. ehkä toi mielikuvitteleminen helpottuu tässä tän ficin myötä. >D ruki oli kyllä niin suloinen, kun se meni ihan sanattomaksi, kun orli tuli juttelemaan. vähemmästäkin kyllä menisi, ei mitään hävettävää, ruksu~
ja jos rukin enkku oli söpöä, niin entäs sitten aoin?! se mieshän ei oikeasti puhu sitä kieltä sit yhtään. ja siksi mä olinkin ihan yllättynyt, kun se löysi edes sanan 'recording' jostain. :''D

ja vielä pitää sanoa, että paitsi noista ruki/orli -kohdista, pidin myös tuota pienestä ruki/aoi-hetkestä tuolla kaiken välissä. se oli aika ihana. mutta mä koitan nyt työntää sen taka-alalle, koska se ei ole pääparitus, vaikka ne kaksi onkin niin ihania yhdessä. mutta toisaalta kiva, ettei tuo ruki/orli ihan se ainoa paritus tässä, tuo enemmän ulottuvuuksia mukaan, jos noilla kahdellakin nyt olisi edes jotain säätöä.
tuntuu, että tässä kommentissa ei ole päätä eikä häntää? olen kovasti pahoillani, mutta tykkäsin tästä tosi paljon, sain nauraa ja awwittella pääni irti noiden takia. ja jätit tämän kivaan kohtaan, varsinkin kun ruki oli noin viileä orlia kohtaan tossa lopussa. jään innolla odottamaan, missä ne onnistuu törmäämään seuraavan kerran. [ja miten ne siitä selviää ton kielimuurin kanssa. :''3]
ja koska jotain on pakko lainata: