Ship: Arakita Yasutomo/Kinjou Shingo Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal Major Tags: violence to eyes (referenced) Other Tags: none Word Count: 417
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"Stop moving!" Toudou ordered.
"I wouldn't be moving if you weren't trying to poke my eye out," Arakita retorted.
"For the hundredth time, Arakita, I'm not poking your eye out. It's called eyeliner, and if you don't get it at least somewhere close to your actual eye, then it looks ridiculous."
"Then why don't we just forget this whole thing and I'll go onstage like this!? Then it can't come out looking ridiculous, and I don't have to sit here while you stab me with all of your various implements of torture."
Toudou gasped in horror. "You can't do that! Do you have any idea what stage lights do to your complexion? If you go onstage like this, the lights will wash you out so badly everyone in the audience will start wondering whether you're feeling okay. And that would break one of the key roles of performing; entertain the audience, and no matter what, make every show the best possible show that it can be for them."
"Fine, fine," Arakita grumbled. "Let's just get this damn torture session over already."
"This is far from a torture session, you know?" Toudou said. "If I really wanted to torture you, I'd do something about your eyebrows, or maybe the hair that keeps peeking out from under the edge of your costume in the second scene."
"Just do it!" Arakita said, cutting Toudou off before he could say anything else.
"Hold still this time," Toudou warned. "If you move and end up getting mascara in your eye, it's not my fault, understand?"
Arakita gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. "I'll do my best," he said, "but if someone keeps stabbing me in the eye, it makes it difficult." It was bad enough already that his entire face felt glued in place by the thick foundation Toudou had layered on to start. And he wasn't even going to think about the false eyelashes, or how he was going to get them back off without sacrificing all of his own eyelashes in the process. He had been distracting himself by letting his mind wander here and there, but he was running out of things to think about, and judging by the number of brushes and tubes and bottles on the table, Toudou was only just getting started.
The brush of Toudou's lips across the top of his ear distracted him from whatever other thoughts may have been in his head.
"Think about that instead," Toudou whispered. "Let's try this again."
FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, T
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: violence to eyes (referenced)
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 417
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"Stop moving!" Toudou ordered.
"I wouldn't be moving if you weren't trying to poke my eye out," Arakita retorted.
"For the hundredth time, Arakita, I'm not poking your eye out. It's called eyeliner, and if you don't get it at least somewhere close to your actual eye, then it looks ridiculous."
"Then why don't we just forget this whole thing and I'll go onstage like this!? Then it can't come out looking ridiculous, and I don't have to sit here while you stab me with all of your various implements of torture."
Toudou gasped in horror. "You can't do that! Do you have any idea what stage lights do to your complexion? If you go onstage like this, the lights will wash you out so badly everyone in the audience will start wondering whether you're feeling okay. And that would break one of the key roles of performing; entertain the audience, and no matter what, make every show the best possible show that it can be for them."
"Fine, fine," Arakita grumbled. "Let's just get this damn torture session over already."
"This is far from a torture session, you know?" Toudou said. "If I really wanted to torture you, I'd do something about your eyebrows, or maybe the hair that keeps peeking out from under the edge of your costume in the second scene."
"Just do it!" Arakita said, cutting Toudou off before he could say anything else.
"Hold still this time," Toudou warned. "If you move and end up getting mascara in your eye, it's not my fault, understand?"
Arakita gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. "I'll do my best," he said, "but if someone keeps stabbing me in the eye, it makes it difficult." It was bad enough already that his entire face felt glued in place by the thick foundation Toudou had layered on to start. And he wasn't even going to think about the false eyelashes, or how he was going to get them back off without sacrificing all of his own eyelashes in the process. He had been distracting himself by letting his mind wander here and there, but he was running out of things to think about, and judging by the number of brushes and tubes and bottles on the table, Toudou was only just getting started.
The brush of Toudou's lips across the top of his ear distracted him from whatever other thoughts may have been in his head.
"Think about that instead," Toudou whispered. "Let's try this again."