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yurishippingolympics2024-08-16 06:18 pm
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YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 7
For this round, we want to see prompts that are based on settings or locations! For your prompts, please provide a location or setting. It can be as specific or as abstract as you want, and can be in any medium you prefer!
POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 150 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 100 points each
Fills 5-10: 50 points each
Fills 11-20: 40 points each
Fills 21-50: 30 points each
Fills 51+: 25 points each
FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
After it is all finished — after a delighted Iris starts to yawn and has to be carried back to the car by a weary Ryuunosuke Naruhodou — after Susato finishes cleaning up the last few pellets of Nerf gun fire wedged between the ancient cobblestone — she turns to Haori.
“Are you alright, Haori-sama?”
“Whuh?” Haori stirs awake, then bolts upright. “Ah! Ryuutarou-san! I’m so sorry! I laced your cheek!”
Susato touches the cut. Truthfully, she’d almost forgot about it with all the adrenaline of the night, but it does sting. “It’s alright,” she says. “You were drunk.”
“That’s no excuse! Here,” and Haori produces an antiseptic wipe from the sleeve of her dress. “I’ll clean the skin around it for you.”
“Ah! No, I can do it myself!” Susato snatches the wipe from an approaching Haori. She’s sure she’s turning red — it’s a good thing Iris isn’t around to see; she wouldn’t want to be accused of flirting again.
“Oh, okay,” Haori says, then produces a bandage. It has a fun picture of a ladybug on it. “Do you want this at least?”
“Um… do you have any without pictures?”
“Oh! Right!” Haori instantly comes up with a box of bandages with a full range of skin tones. “Here you go. Very useful for when, ah, accidents happen.”
Did Susato just hear an ominous Latin choir behind the word accidents? No, that kind of thing only happens in TV shows.
“Thank you,” Susato says, then pauses. “…Why do you have so much medical equipment on you?” Aren’t I supposed to be the doctor? Though a psychological one…
Haori startles, hand flying to her mouth. “Ah! It’s just! Um… a habit!”
“A habit?”
“Yes! From taking care of Yuri for so long. He was always getting into scrapes. Ahaha.”
“Oh,” Susato says, nodding in understanding. Of course, Twilight! How could you forget about scrapes?
She peels the bandage carefully and sticks it to her skin, trying not to wonder how warm Haori’s fingers would be if she’d helped “Ryuutarou” with it. Maybe she would cup Susato’s cheek with one hand. Maybe Susato would have felt — safe.
This is a ridiculous concept, of course. Susato is Twilight, most elite spy of Westalis, conducting a mission of utmost importance, and she’s standing next to the one person who absolutely cannot know anything real about her ever. Not even her name.
“I’m sorry I broke your high heel,” Susato says when the silence begins to hang in the air, like the ivy crawling over the cobblestone walls.
“It’s alright! I have three copies of exactly the same ones!”
Susato nods with approval; she herself owns seven identical versions of her current shirt because nothing else has the right texture. Haori is a woman after her own heart. “That’s a relief to hear.”
“Ryuutarou!” Ryuunosuke’s voice drifts over. Susato darts over and peers through the window — really a chunk of missing wall — to see him waving from ground level. “We should get going!”
Susato extends a hand to Haori and smiles. “Shall we?”
Haori stares at her.
“…Is there something on my face?”
“Um, a bandage,” Haori says. “But I meant to say — you’re such a gentleman.”
“Oh.” Something warm fizzes in her chest. “Thank you.”
Thankfully Haori takes her hand instead of roundhouse kicking her in the face out of embarrassment.
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