ange "the definition of chuunibyou" ushiromiya (
entreats) wrote in
deercountry2022-12-07 09:20 pm
(closed) december catchall
Who: Ange (
entreats), Chizuru (
tealeafs), Daniel (
miyagimagic) and various others.
What: December shenanigans.
When: During all of December.
Where: Locations vary.
Content Warnings: Bullying, (mild) violence, will edit to add more later.
( starters in the comments! if you want to plot anything with me, feel free to either pm the journal or contact me at
queeningsquare, i'm always open to new ideas and threads! )
What: December shenanigans.
When: During all of December.
Where: Locations vary.
Content Warnings: Bullying, (mild) violence, will edit to add more later.
( starters in the comments! if you want to plot anything with me, feel free to either pm the journal or contact me at

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Just like him and his mom watching Dirty Dancing over and over.
So Robby notices, feels the move of Mister LaRusso's hand before it takes his. There's a giddiness to it, shy; nothing dramatic, but a little indescribable. Even if Robby would've taken the man's hand himself, it's different when his sensei does it instead. Maybe it's the cold.
"You're not cold to me." --Even if he'll give Daniel an answer like that, his own fingers wrapping around his before he even speaks. Like there's no thought to it, and while the touch of him is like a cold pack to his skin and deeper, it means all the same, It's fine.
You're fine.
Robby only shifts to tilt his head slightly towards Mister LaRusso. Like an added show of comfort, to make this out to be more about what it's supposed to be.
Something ordinary, and for them.
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But as it is - there's no need to jokingly call Robby a liar, or a flatterer, or anything along those lines. Maybe right now Daniel just wants to soak that compliment right up, and make it feel for himself - even if just for a few moments - like everything is normal. Like they aren't stuck in a place full of monsters, away from other people they know. Like Daniel's skin isn't absolutely frigid.
Like he doesn't have a heart that's bursting at the seams with longing, with pain, with worry.
In this moment he just feels Robby lean closer to him, and Daniel reprocicates in turn, allowing his head to slump to the side as well until it's leaning against the side of Robby's own head, still holding hands.
Nothing more has to be said. The sound of the movie idly playing in front of them is enough.
It's enough to just be in this moment with a boy Daniel has grown incredibly fond of.