Ryoma's journal entry has been reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally edited, so go read
it if you want.
This is Fuji's entry, made on cactus print paper. (With 90% of profits going to the "Save the Cacti Fund!!")
For a note, notes made in ( ) are my author notes, [ ] are for when the person making the narrative is noting it. Like in this case its Fuji. Ryoma uses a different way to make notes.
This features a Possessive!Miffed!Fuji
Cacti Journal Entry, June third.
I have learned two things two things today. Echizen Ryoma abso-friggen-lutely [I learned that in English Vocab class today, as a word that should never be used, and I thought I should be including it here] sucks at doubles. Spending time with someone in bed and then going and doing something that requires you getting hot and sweaty that is not sex causes me to do stupid things. I have realized two things today. Falling on my butt hurts, especially if it clips the side of the bench on the way down. My present goal in my plans for Echizen is being granted the right of calling him by his first name. While I usually just go and call someone by their first name if I want to, I think it would be a nice gesture to gain it first. And that much more satisfying.
My butt hurts from falling earlier. Echizen [I predict perhaps two months at most until it goes from 'Echizen' to 'Ryoma'] was drinking one of those stupid Ponta (is it Fanta or Ponta?) with his head tipped back, and, while it sounds just a bit uh hormone crazed down, all I wanted to do was mark that little neck. I blame it on left over adrenalin from the game we played and the time spent in bed. The only thing that distracted me from it was the other people who were eyeing him also. After glaring them into leaving, I just collapsed onto the bench I thought was right behind me. Turns out it wasn't.
That little brat nearly choked on his drink when he started to laugh at me falling down. Humph, and here I was being nice by just scaring them off by only glaring at them. I could have followed my first impulse I had and scared them off that way, but restrained on the account that he might find the idea of me attached to his neck unsettling at this point.
I also just remembered another goal I have for the near future. I have a vary nice mesh t-shirt and a pair of tight black jeans that should fit great on Echizen. That'll teach him to laugh at me. [Happy note, said mesh shirt has a deceptively tricky tie, and is impossible to get off on your own. I'll just have to help take it off whenever I convince him to wear it.]
Echizen's dad is weird. When Echizen and I get involved I will have him move in with me as soon as possible.
Different subject. Echizen totally sucks at doubles. I never thought I would ever see a person who can not get better at doubles from practice, but he might be the one. He's a ball hog. He doesn't stay in his side of the court. When we were just playing against the back board, he managed to run into me twelve different times. Only four of those were from me actually manipulating him into running into me. I can see why he needed Doubles for Beginners in the one set of doubles he played in jr. high school.
Cacti Journal Entry 6/3 Finished
This is Fuji's entry, made on cactus print paper. (With 90% of profits going to the "Save the Cacti Fund!!")
For a note, notes made in ( ) are my author notes, [ ] are for when the person making the narrative is noting it. Like in this case its Fuji. Ryoma uses a different way to make notes.
This features a Possessive!Miffed!Fuji
Cacti Journal Entry, June third.
I have learned two things two things today. Echizen Ryoma abso-friggen-lutely [I learned that in English Vocab class today, as a word that should never be used, and I thought I should be including it here] sucks at doubles. Spending time with someone in bed and then going and doing something that requires you getting hot and sweaty that is not sex causes me to do stupid things. I have realized two things today. Falling on my butt hurts, especially if it clips the side of the bench on the way down. My present goal in my plans for Echizen is being granted the right of calling him by his first name. While I usually just go and call someone by their first name if I want to, I think it would be a nice gesture to gain it first. And that much more satisfying.
My butt hurts from falling earlier. Echizen [I predict perhaps two months at most until it goes from 'Echizen' to 'Ryoma'] was drinking one of those stupid Ponta (is it Fanta or Ponta?) with his head tipped back, and, while it sounds just a bit uh hormone crazed down, all I wanted to do was mark that little neck. I blame it on left over adrenalin from the game we played and the time spent in bed. The only thing that distracted me from it was the other people who were eyeing him also. After glaring them into leaving, I just collapsed onto the bench I thought was right behind me. Turns out it wasn't.
That little brat nearly choked on his drink when he started to laugh at me falling down. Humph, and here I was being nice by just scaring them off by only glaring at them. I could have followed my first impulse I had and scared them off that way, but restrained on the account that he might find the idea of me attached to his neck unsettling at this point.
I also just remembered another goal I have for the near future. I have a vary nice mesh t-shirt and a pair of tight black jeans that should fit great on Echizen. That'll teach him to laugh at me. [Happy note, said mesh shirt has a deceptively tricky tie, and is impossible to get off on your own. I'll just have to help take it off whenever I convince him to wear it.]
Echizen's dad is weird. When Echizen and I get involved I will have him move in with me as soon as possible.
Different subject. Echizen totally sucks at doubles. I never thought I would ever see a person who can not get better at doubles from practice, but he might be the one. He's a ball hog. He doesn't stay in his side of the court. When we were just playing against the back board, he managed to run into me twelve different times. Only four of those were from me actually manipulating him into running into me. I can see why he needed Doubles for Beginners in the one set of doubles he played in jr. high school.
Cacti Journal Entry 6/3 Finished