Rik got up behind Isamu and very gently started to move the blanket down and shirt up to expose his back. The best part of this was that he'd never see it but everyone else might know it was there. Rik had to pause more than once to cover his mouth and stifle giggles. If Isamu didn't wake, and Rik was successful, he'd climb of the bed and give the bare skin over to Aarne for decorating.
Minoru watched with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Was his brother going to wake up? Were they all going to get caught?
For a moment, it looked like they might. Isamu’s snore caught in his throat and he shifted a little. But he curled up tighter, exposing his back and providing a little more slack on that t-shirt. That was good for Rik.
Minoru covered his mouth with his hand. This was going to be great!
Once Rik got the shirt up Aarne joined him on the bed, walking as gently as possible. Pulling out the marker he nodded to Rik who was still holding up the shirt. Glancing at Isamu, Aarne started to write as gently as possible. He and Rik had been doing things like this to their own bandmates for years but this was a new person and took extra care.
Slowly he wrote: Wrong Twin, Not Stardust's. Sex twin? Tell me I'm smart. It turns me on.
Rik suddenly covered his mouth and his cheeks flared red as he tried not to laugh. How were they going to get off this bed without laughing?
Aarne took a picture of the writing and turned his phone around for Minoru to see. Shrugging and glancing at Isamu, looking for approval.
Isamu twitched a couple of times while Aarne was writing, but he didn’t wake up.
Minoru, like Rik, kept his hand firmly over his mouth to keep from laughing. His cheeks flared. Tears squeezed out of his eyes. That was hilarious. Absolutely hilarious!
The best he could do was gesture frantically to the door. He motioned for them to hurry.
Aarne and Rik retreated from the bedroom, especially Rik who needed to laugh because his lungs were burning from holding it in. Aarne dashed out after him looking all the devil he actually was in the moment.
"Breakfast?" Aarne asked between giggles. There was no way he could start cooking before he got the wild giggling and slight bouncing on the balls of his feet under control.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind them and they were safely in the hotel hallway again, Minoru couldn’t hold it in anymore. He slumped against the wall, laughing his head off.
“That’s… oh, that’s perfect… Perfect!!”
Isamu was probably going to be pissed when he actually found out he’d been graffitied, but no more so than the pickle jars, plastic flamingos, missing food or any other prank any of them had ever pulled. Good-natured retaliation was certainly possible. (And who knows, the others might get recruited for some turnabout being fair play…)
“Yeah.” Minoru nodded, wiping his eyes. “I’ll text him in a little while and tell him where to come for breakfast.”
"I'm a poet!" Aarne giggled and hugged the Dane who was crying from laughter. It wouldn't be the first time Isamu was pissed and if Aarne is honest, the next best prankster is standing beside him as a helper. He may well be safer than the twins know from potential pranks.
"I found vegetarian food finally." Aarne grinned and bounded off toward his room. Sure Joe was out cold in the bedroom but he had a kitchen in the suite and they were going to make food. Aarne put his hair up in a ponytail, a first for Minoru to see, his hair under control, but it was a must when cooking.
"Don't worry. Joe can sleep through an explosion."
Minoru could barely stop laughing the entire way back to Aarne’s suite. He managed a ‘that’s great!’ somewhere between the giggles. This really was the best prank ever.
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on 2021-10-21 11:56 am (UTC)It might take Isamu longer to realize what happened. And that could make for even more fun.
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on 2021-10-22 02:07 am (UTC)no subject
on 2021-10-23 02:44 am (UTC)For a moment, it looked like they might. Isamu’s snore caught in his throat and he shifted a little. But he curled up tighter, exposing his back and providing a little more slack on that t-shirt. That was good for Rik.
Minoru covered his mouth with his hand. This was going to be great!
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on 2021-10-28 04:07 am (UTC)Slowly he wrote: Wrong Twin, Not Stardust's. Sex twin? Tell me I'm smart. It turns me on.
Rik suddenly covered his mouth and his cheeks flared red as he tried not to laugh. How were they going to get off this bed without laughing?
Aarne took a picture of the writing and turned his phone around for Minoru to see. Shrugging and glancing at Isamu, looking for approval.
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on 2021-10-28 11:09 am (UTC)Minoru, like Rik, kept his hand firmly over his mouth to keep from laughing. His cheeks flared. Tears squeezed out of his eyes. That was hilarious. Absolutely hilarious!
The best he could do was gesture frantically to the door. He motioned for them to hurry.
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on 2021-10-28 06:52 pm (UTC)"Breakfast?" Aarne asked between giggles. There was no way he could start cooking before he got the wild giggling and slight bouncing on the balls of his feet under control.
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on 2021-10-30 12:29 pm (UTC)“That’s… oh, that’s perfect… Perfect!!”
Isamu was probably going to be pissed when he actually found out he’d been graffitied, but no more so than the pickle jars, plastic flamingos, missing food or any other prank any of them had ever pulled. Good-natured retaliation was certainly possible. (And who knows, the others might get recruited for some turnabout being fair play…)
“Yeah.” Minoru nodded, wiping his eyes. “I’ll text him in a little while and tell him where to come for breakfast.”
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on 2021-10-31 01:31 am (UTC)"I found vegetarian food finally." Aarne grinned and bounded off toward his room. Sure Joe was out cold in the bedroom but he had a kitchen in the suite and they were going to make food. Aarne put his hair up in a ponytail, a first for Minoru to see, his hair under control, but it was a must when cooking.
"Don't worry. Joe can sleep through an explosion."
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on 2021-11-01 07:39 pm (UTC)