#frontmantoudou

SEND ☼ TO HEAR THE WORDS THAT MY MUSE WOULD WHISPER TO YOURS ONLY WHEN YOUR MUSE IS FAST ASLEEP

The day as a whole had been absolutely exhausting, to say the very least. Practice had gone on much longer than expected due to the newbie arriving nearly an hour late and various other technical problems. Not to mention whoever had brought them lunch had somehow missed the memo to get Bepsi instead of Cole. Everyone seemed to be tap dancing on his last nerve. That being said, Arakita was grateful to finally be home to get some rest. He’d barely even shoved off his shoes before landing face down on his bed, passing out almost instantly. It felt as though he had only been asleep for mere minutes when the slightest bit of noise hit his eardrums, snapping him out of whatever dream he’d been having. There was the sound of creaking and, after opening one eye a tiny bit, a small string of light that flooded the room. This was enough of a warning sign to get Arakita’s head off his pillow.He assumed the worst at first; a break-in. Although that was quite unlikely it never hurt to take it into account. Especially after the events that unfolded before with Toudou. A quick cautionary glance to the side revealed the culprit, as the front man was no longer laying in his bed. 

SEND ☼ TO HEAR THE WORDS THAT MY MUSE WOULD WHISPER TO YOURS ONLY WHEN YOUR MUSE IS FAST ASLEEP

     Earlier on in their career, tragedy struck the crew of IM FAST in the form of a mistaken hotel reservation that left them with a hotel reservation with half the rooms they had requested. Instead of the usual arrangements, Toudou and Arakita joined Shinkai and Juichi as they were forced to share the two, small and fairly mediocre beds. Shinkai had hoped that their rising success would afford them s,lightly better accommodations, however Juichi had insisted on keeping as much of their funds saved as possible in case their success was too short-lived.     Seeking as much refuge from his usual place shackled to Toudou as he could manage, the newly initiated Arakita had taken the other spot in Juichi’s bed, leaving Shinkai to share a bed with the one person in his career he could do without. That was affirmed as he was subjected to a list of things not to do in his sleep and a double check he wasn't eating in the bed.    As if that wasn't annoying enough, Shinkai had just gone to sleep when a pair of cold feet wedging between his calves, coupled whiny snuffling startled him awake. In that moment, he swore he was going to kill Toudou.He had made it to the point of rolling over and staring at the frontman's face barely illuminated by the clock. He sighed. It wouldn't be any use if he was dead, and the band....he glared down at the princess who seemed oh so happily asleep."I'm only tolerating you for Juichi's sake."

★ : A socially unacceptable thought they’ve had

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It had been a long day. Of that, Arakita was sure. If there was one circumstance he hated more than anything it was the days off tour when there was nothing to do. And, considering today was their  first day moving into the new housing situation, this was most certainly one of those days.       He sighed heavily as he shrugged off his jacket,      unceremoniously dumping it on the floor. He used      his foot to close the door behind him with a loud      thud. The condo was blanketed in darkness and       only the distant sounds of snoring and bodies      turning under blankets could be heard.  Arakita spotted his dark blue duffle bag on the floor -or rather, stubbed his toe on it, letting out  a whisper of profanities that would have made even a sailor nervous. He had dropped it in the living room earlier that morning when the band had arrived. The rapper wasn't one to stay around too long when it came to "team bonding" and  "making yourself at home". No, he much preferred taking a joy ride on his scooter around town, picking up a bepsi at a local convenient store, and sneaking back in in the middle of night. He did, however, remember Fuku-chan mentioning which room was going to be his, so that's exactly where he headed, dragging his bag behind him, ready to sink into bed. He opened the door slowly with a loud creak when his eyes caught the sight of a giant IMFAST poster, more specifically the one that featured the headband wearing drama queen's face plastered across it.         That alone was signal enough for Arakita to turn        tail and run. Without even a flinch he shut the door        and started marching to the other side of the condo.