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goldmedals2016-04-07 05:31 pm
snowline) wrote in goldmedals2016-04-07 05:31 pm
anything else that you may read between the lines
Who: Masamune Hongo, Satoru Furuya, Eijun Sawamura
When: Mid-late second week?
Where: Baseball stadium facilities
What: Eijun Sawamura gets the post-game celebration of a lifetime courtesy some grump and a polar bear
Rating: NC-17, they're going to bonertownyes I just wanted to type the word 'bonertown'
[ It was a tight game, 3-2 into extra innings until their useless catcher got his act together and figured out how the strike zone worked, Sawamura pitching two extra innings than planned because Coach didn't want to rob the bullpen for tomorrow while Sawamura was pitching so well. He'd looked like the ace he claimed loudly and often to be (and, in all fairness, is, but he's so noisy about it) - Masamune knows what that kind of pressure is like. Sawamura shone with it, shouting about leaving it to the backfield, grinning as he confused Australia's batters for the fifth time through their batting order. If Satoru's a snowstorm, then Sawamura is a brighter sun than Narumiya. Or something.
4-3 on the scoreboard, a step closer to the final round, and the team meeting's not until the morning. Masamune brushes past Satoru with a hand between his shoulderblades, and watches Sawamura glitter at praise from Momoe and Miyuki both. His hand skims the back of Furuya's uniform to catch on his belt with his thumb, and as Sawamura starts to bound after the rest of the team, he catches his arm with fingers at his elbow before he thinks twice. He might still be hollering something, but Masamune's voice cuts through his exuberance: ]
Hey.
[ It's friendly, in Masamune-speak, not an annoyed bark. At least, not at the moment. ]
When: Mid-late second week?
Where: Baseball stadium facilities
What: Eijun Sawamura gets the post-game celebration of a lifetime courtesy some grump and a polar bear
Rating: NC-17, they're going to bonertown
[ It was a tight game, 3-2 into extra innings until their useless catcher got his act together and figured out how the strike zone worked, Sawamura pitching two extra innings than planned because Coach didn't want to rob the bullpen for tomorrow while Sawamura was pitching so well. He'd looked like the ace he claimed loudly and often to be (and, in all fairness, is, but he's so noisy about it) - Masamune knows what that kind of pressure is like. Sawamura shone with it, shouting about leaving it to the backfield, grinning as he confused Australia's batters for the fifth time through their batting order. If Satoru's a snowstorm, then Sawamura is a brighter sun than Narumiya. Or something.
4-3 on the scoreboard, a step closer to the final round, and the team meeting's not until the morning. Masamune brushes past Satoru with a hand between his shoulderblades, and watches Sawamura glitter at praise from Momoe and Miyuki both. His hand skims the back of Furuya's uniform to catch on his belt with his thumb, and as Sawamura starts to bound after the rest of the team, he catches his arm with fingers at his elbow before he thinks twice. He might still be hollering something, but Masamune's voice cuts through his exuberance: ]
Hey.
[ It's friendly, in Masamune-speak, not an annoyed bark. At least, not at the moment. ]