Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!
[for the record, Ango's hair is soft. he does make sure to brush it regularly.
he wakes after a few hours, when they're going to be pulling into Osaka in the next half hour. at first he thinks his eyes are blurred from sleep, but then he realizes that he's not wearing his glasses. also, he's lying down? that's unexpected, and the combination makes him immediately tense up. he'd be more alarmed, if he didn't breathe in and know the scent that seems to cling to Odasaku - it's him, then. okay, he can relax again.]
[putting them back on, he blinks up at Oda, debating the pros and cons of sitting up. they're alone, so he can afford to be a little softer, a little more indulgent. a little less immediately snapping up.]
[If Ango isn't sitting up, that's permission for Oda to go back to playing with his hair. It really is soft - Oda's sure he could run his fingers through it all day and not get tired of it.
Probably Ango would stop him out of embarrassment first.]
[Oda's hand in his hair is soothing, actually - he couldn't stand all day, but he can stand this right now, this gentle affection. no one is around them, so he can handle this - as well as the distance from the office. it makes him want to be indulgent.]
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he wakes after a few hours, when they're going to be pulling into Osaka in the next half hour. at first he thinks his eyes are blurred from sleep, but then he realizes that he's not wearing his glasses. also, he's lying down? that's unexpected, and the combination makes him immediately tense up. he'd be more alarmed, if he didn't breathe in and know the scent that seems to cling to Odasaku - it's him, then. okay, he can relax again.]
Can I have my glasses back?
[since he's assuming they're somewhere.]
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Oda feels that moment of tension and is quick to try to dispel it, plucking the glasses off the table to put in Ango's hand.]
They were fallin' off.
[As an explanation for why Ango woke up without them.]
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[putting them back on, he blinks up at Oda, debating the pros and cons of sitting up. they're alone, so he can afford to be a little softer, a little more indulgent. a little less immediately snapping up.]
How much longer to Osaka?
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[If Ango isn't sitting up, that's permission for Oda to go back to playing with his hair. It really is soft - Oda's sure he could run his fingers through it all day and not get tired of it.
Probably Ango would stop him out of embarrassment first.]
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[Oda's hand in his hair is soothing, actually - he couldn't stand all day, but he can stand this right now, this gentle affection. no one is around them, so he can handle this - as well as the distance from the office. it makes him want to be indulgent.]
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Weelll... Can't wait to get back home, but I could stand to keep playin' with yer hair for an hour or two.
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[who, really, when they're travelling alone and the conductor is unlikely to come by? he's going to get embarrassed at how soft they're being.]
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[The world wouldn't end if someone saw Ango being soft.]