If you’ve been thinking about sending in any Valentine’s well-wishes, gifts, snacks, or any questions you have for the boys, now would be a fantastic time to start sending those in!
(I’m not saying it’s a poll this time. If it is, it’s entirely informal and not staff-counted, it’s entirely between the boys. Promise.)
The Valentine’s event will hopefully be starting soon!
((Last ask for this prompt!))
“Aww, ‘Nilla! You’ve got me, you win, I…” He can’t help but laugh, looking like he’s caught up in a daydream. “I get all red and my heart goes a mile a minute when I think of snuggling up to someone who likes me! Hugging someone I’m into for more than two seconds, and without being punched into the stratosphere? Man, that’s the dream!”
There’s only one apt descriptor for this moment: vanilla.
“Ah, anonymous!” He’s sprawled out sideways in his chair. “It’s a tragedy, it’s my burden to bear: so much love, so few outlets, and such a need for affection! It’s a temporary way to mend the cracks in my heart, but, alas, the possibility of a fan getting too rowdy with their affection and unintentionally putting me out of commission is a very real risk. It’s all I have, anonymous, judge me not for what my heart yearns for!”
Ichimatsu leads the charge. “Gross.”
“Yeah, gross.” For once, complete agreement!
There’s a flicker of distress on Todomatsu’s face, but he says nothing.
“Aw, well,” Jyuushimatsu says, bashfully waving a sleeve in front of his face, “I’m nothin’ special, anonymooooous.” He’s covering his face with such flustered glee that, oh, boy, his sleeves have gone partway in his mouth, eyes scrunched shut as he giggles. “Thank you!”
Todomatsu nods in resignation. Jyuushimatsu is the cutest.
Osomatsu leans into the camera, breath hitting the microphone in a distinctly unpleasant way, “There are ways to prevent disasters of that magnitude. No need to worry, the family jewels are safe from the public eye.”
Todomatsu’s simply screeching now. Words aren’t even coming out, he’s just shouting for the sake of shouting.
“The short answer,” Karamatsu says pausing for about 10.5 seconds… “Is yes! The long answer,” he adds, not pausing for an instant, “is that I do enjoy singing while I have free time, and I am not the only one in this room who does it.”
Four simultaneous looks of betrayal. One shrug from Jyuushimatsu. “I sound better with echoes!”
He looks surprised. “Is this… an ask that has nothing to do with my dirty habits? Nothing about me being a lame virgin? Nothing insulting… at all.”
Choromatsu nearly squeals, “Yes! That’s true! When they get too long, I end up scratching too hard whenever I have an itch, and it’d just look stupid to have claw marks all over me for no reason! It’s just kind of senseless for me to have long nails, right?” He holds the sides of the camera in grave seriousness. “Thank you, anon. Thank you so, so much.”
Choromatsu comes onscreen, missing a couple of buttons, hair sticking up in all directions.
“Listen, anon. I don’t use any more than the rest of these guys. In fact, I think I use the least! I got caught once. Once is seemingly all it takes!” He sounds desperate. “I’m not the weird one here! I’m not!!”
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