MPC 66X: Don't Pinch Me [Sho]
Sept 14, 2019 6:25:27 GMT
Post by Sho Tsuginaga on Sept 14, 2019 6:25:27 GMT
MPC Name: Tying The Knot
MPC Number: 66X
Reward Requested: Posts
Books resting quietly on a nightstand, whistling wind through an open window fluttering the drapes in front of it, sun drizzling in on the first morning of autumn; nothing could be more peaceful than this. On days like these, no one stirs even if they wanted to. Rika Tsuginaga didn’t even try. What was the point of getting up? Nestling herself into her husband’s chest was so much cozier than anything else in her opinion. After all, was she going to miss the delicate way his eyes fluttered open at first light? Not a chance- there would be no waking up without at least catching that rare moment first.
There they went, blinking awake to give her a flickering glimpse at his hazel eyes. Fluttering so delicately, at least before they shot open, giving her a whole lot more than a glimpse. His hazel eyes were glaring at her.
“Morning, hummingbird- Hm? Is there something with my face?” she croaked sweetly, trying to warm up her voice for the day.
It wasn’t something with her face, it was something with her existence. Out of all the fantastical things Sho Tsuginaga had experienced with his very own eyes the fair woman resting so close to him was its own kind of shock. Just like any ordinary person faced with something that didn’t mesh with their reality, he flung himself out of the soft futon covers, racing on his bare feet to the bathroom- a place he was surprisingly familiar with.
“Wh- wait a minute...I thought you said you were off?!” she called after him, seeing the light spring to life in the other room. “Off”? Sho hadn’t worked a steady job in his life, what was she talking about?
“Hah! I can’t believe you’re so eager to head back to Ms. Reiji, you can take the ring too.” He heard Rika shuffle to life off of the bed, still speaking what could only amount to nonsense to him even in her softly mocking voice. And...Reiji? There was no way she knew about Momoko. The only thing that twisted his face into a more quizzical expression was the fact that he was all but certain that this wasn’t his face. Any hint of meekness he might’ve seen in himself was gone, what was left of the boy he remembered was his tousled brown hair, lengthened with age and drooping over his larger, healthier face. In fact, he was taller and had more meat on his bones than he ever thought a scrawny kid like him would.
“This isn’t funny…” Sho’s voice was deeper too, the spitting echo of his father’s. The only thing he was missing was his round, polished spectacles, the cure for the near-blindness this body still had. His searching hands only felt the careful touch of Rika’s hands by the side of his face, sliding his glasses on and clasping her fingers in between his. He could finally see clearly; there stood a larger, better grown and groomed version of himself with a patchy beard on his chin and wearing sparrow-covered pajamas; right next to him was a woman just as tall, swishing aside her curly blue bed head hair to reveal her round, full face. Her plain hands were sliding a silver ring on his finger, still looking into their images in the mirror with a pout.
“Can’t you ever take a joke?” she huffed, legitimately giving Sho a chuckle.
“N-No I mean...I mean I’ve gotta be dreaming.” he stammered in that sleepy, barely lucid way. He couldn’t tell if he was tired or flabbergasted, but a smile began to creep along his face once he regained his composure. It was clear as crystal what he had to do now, and he had the guy who led him to this point to thank for it. With a mischievous grin, Rika tried to sneak two fingers up to Sho’s ear, at least before he stopped her with his ring-bearing hand.
“Don’t pinch me. Even if this was a dream, I wouldn’t want to wake up, so we shouldn’t risk it.” he grinned, smoothly placing the line straight from his mind through his lips. This is what the suave guy usually says right? He felt his nerves tense up when he heard Rika scoff, then in a single moment of heartwarming relief, she squished at his cheeks with a golden smile.
“There’s the corny guy I decided to marry! Y’know, I didn’t believe Momo when she said I could check guys like you out at the library.” Now that Sho was hearing her speak, she had a bit of an accent, didn’t she? No, he was probably just imagining it to hide the fact that he was too busy blushing to speak.
“H-Hey!” He tried to retort, stopped by a finger on his lips that motioned him to turn to Rika.
“Ah-ah~, you know it’s true, just like how you know you shouldn’t be pulling a disappearing act on your own wife!” she scolded, digging a nail into his chin.
“T-Ta-ta-to...to...two…” he kept attempting in futility to form words that could help him escape this situation. The fact that his cheeks were quickly flushing into a brighter and brighter red like some kind of love radar wasn’t helping. Apparently...they might’ve met at the library...someone named Momo mentioned him...he apparently works with someone called Mrs. Reiji...As long as that meant the Momoko Reiji he knew before, he could use it as an angle!
“Four hours, that’s all, then I’ll be back. I left a section unorganized is all, it won’t take long and I swear I won’t say a word to anyone at work since I only want to talk to you and...and all…” Sho couldn’t escape the scowl his brand new out of the blue spouse was giving him. Even if she could only sigh and shake her head.
"Fine then, four hours, but when you come back we're doing something romantic on stream."
"On what?"
"Live! In front of people on the internet, you old coot!" She chuckled, unable to help but roll her eyes at the question. "We're newlyweds, right? We should make something nice out of it."
"R-Right. We'll make something nice...I'll get something nice, definitely." Sho grit his teeth as he smiled, trying to force confidence out of his speech as he wandered back out of the bathroom towards where he thought the wardrobe might just be. Picking out clothes he'd think a librarian might wear. Just like the rest of these split-second decisions, instinct seemed to work for him. He'd been dressing like a librarian for years anyway, even in this form.
"You'd better!" Rika called, heading off to sit at the computer. Sho probably would've done as much without being told...but now it was an order- a momma’s boy like him couldn’t say no to someone like her.
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Four hours in a world you’ve never seen doesn’t feel like four hours at all, that was something Sho could say from experience. It made no difference that it seemed to be some alternate time instead of an alternate world, everything seemed brand new. All of a sudden it seemed like he was doing just about everything by himself; no one’s rooting for a librarian to shuffle books into place other than his other librarian buddies; no one’s telling you what groceries to buy or what things you need to make it from one day to the next. It seemed so innocuous at the time but he’d started to put everything in terms of Rika and her alone, not as an afterthought, but as the beginning of every thought he had. Sho couldn’t remember even letting his parents take up so much of his mind, Rika was just about the only thing that anchored him here and she was a complete stranger. Somehow she wasn’t as strange as the friends he could barely recognize, the responsibilities he just realized he had, and how shockingly solitary navigating anywhere on this Earth was as an adult. Being fifteen and wandering in an adult’s body kept making him ask the same question; “Is this why people get married? Does life really become that much more familiar?”
Needless to say, Sho was all too ready to air a sigh of relief when he got home, carrying enough bags in his arms to obscure his face.
“Tweet tweet, honey!” Rika shouted from her upside-down position on the couch, the legs of her pajama pants falling into bunches while she attempted to narrate a vividly bright RPG. Whistling a birdsong, Sho took off his shoes, set down everything he’d bought, and shuffled off his tweed jacket. He got it now, this made sense; the whole situation he was living in made perfect sense by the second time he’d seen her the entire day. He walked over to the couch and leaned over through her legs to get a good look at the game she was playing. Well, that and the blips and boops of donations and chat in the background.
“Yeah, about that romantic thing...It looks like I’m making dinner.” He said, coy and nonchalant even if it seemed like he was hesitating to tell her.
“The meat world is a moon, Doggydestined!” she continued to narrate dramatically, before looking away from the game to respond in a sincere voice. “Wait, what? I thought you left to order takeout or something, not buy actual groceries.” Rika scoffed.
“Oh no, I’m cooking, that’s for sure...” Sho said, squinting into the monitor.
“Ha! You’ve never cooked in your life! You buy books and eat ramen, and whenever you don’t buy ramen you probably eat books!” She chortled.
“I’ve been cooking since you were in diapers!” Snickering as he said it, Sho lightly flicked her forehead. Rika responded with a kick in the face.
“Hmph, sure Gramps!” with a snort, she went back to muttering poor translations at the screen.
“Hey, you’re the one who told me to go broke on something romantic, I did just as you asked, my liege.” Sho gave a sarcastic looking bow, pushing himself back in between her swaying legs to read the text she was butchering.
“Guess I’m keeping the lights on then, huh? Look at all the money the nice internet people gave us!”
“Heh, you couldn’t buy me ramen.”
“Were you always such a brat?” Another kick to the face only made him smile wider. That kick gave him another glimpse at the screen that told him all he needed to know.
“Sure I was, I was just better at hiding it. Plus, this brat knows something you don’t; you should switch to Kabuterimon, Tukaimon can’t do much here.” He informed her with all the smugness he could muster right there on his face.
“You know Digimon? Pfft, the stats probably changed old-timer! Wait- Hey!” but while she was sounding off, Sho had already plucked her controller, fumbling through menus at a record pace while he tried to win the battle.
“Hey, this is my show! I. Play. The games!” She yelled, fumbling over the controller with him while they sloppily won the battle. “See, you took too many turns and I didn’t get the bonus! Ugh...this is a nightmare.” Rika groaned, giving Sho two more kicks for good measure, but this time he didn’t fly back.
“Wanna see?” Sho asked, his mouth curling up into a wicked smile. Rika already knew what he was going to do. Locking his neck in with her legs she threw a hand up to snatch at his nose because of course, he’d do the same. Nasally giggling through the whole fight while they had each other’s nostrils closed up, they were both certain of one thing.
They were both going to pinch as hard as they could. Why go back and forth about whether it was a dream or some kind of funny nightmare? This was as good as reality could get.
MPC Number: 66X
Reward Requested: Posts
Books resting quietly on a nightstand, whistling wind through an open window fluttering the drapes in front of it, sun drizzling in on the first morning of autumn; nothing could be more peaceful than this. On days like these, no one stirs even if they wanted to. Rika Tsuginaga didn’t even try. What was the point of getting up? Nestling herself into her husband’s chest was so much cozier than anything else in her opinion. After all, was she going to miss the delicate way his eyes fluttered open at first light? Not a chance- there would be no waking up without at least catching that rare moment first.
There they went, blinking awake to give her a flickering glimpse at his hazel eyes. Fluttering so delicately, at least before they shot open, giving her a whole lot more than a glimpse. His hazel eyes were glaring at her.
“Morning, hummingbird- Hm? Is there something with my face?” she croaked sweetly, trying to warm up her voice for the day.
It wasn’t something with her face, it was something with her existence. Out of all the fantastical things Sho Tsuginaga had experienced with his very own eyes the fair woman resting so close to him was its own kind of shock. Just like any ordinary person faced with something that didn’t mesh with their reality, he flung himself out of the soft futon covers, racing on his bare feet to the bathroom- a place he was surprisingly familiar with.
“Wh- wait a minute...I thought you said you were off?!” she called after him, seeing the light spring to life in the other room. “Off”? Sho hadn’t worked a steady job in his life, what was she talking about?
“Hah! I can’t believe you’re so eager to head back to Ms. Reiji, you can take the ring too.” He heard Rika shuffle to life off of the bed, still speaking what could only amount to nonsense to him even in her softly mocking voice. And...Reiji? There was no way she knew about Momoko. The only thing that twisted his face into a more quizzical expression was the fact that he was all but certain that this wasn’t his face. Any hint of meekness he might’ve seen in himself was gone, what was left of the boy he remembered was his tousled brown hair, lengthened with age and drooping over his larger, healthier face. In fact, he was taller and had more meat on his bones than he ever thought a scrawny kid like him would.
“This isn’t funny…” Sho’s voice was deeper too, the spitting echo of his father’s. The only thing he was missing was his round, polished spectacles, the cure for the near-blindness this body still had. His searching hands only felt the careful touch of Rika’s hands by the side of his face, sliding his glasses on and clasping her fingers in between his. He could finally see clearly; there stood a larger, better grown and groomed version of himself with a patchy beard on his chin and wearing sparrow-covered pajamas; right next to him was a woman just as tall, swishing aside her curly blue bed head hair to reveal her round, full face. Her plain hands were sliding a silver ring on his finger, still looking into their images in the mirror with a pout.
“Can’t you ever take a joke?” she huffed, legitimately giving Sho a chuckle.
“N-No I mean...I mean I’ve gotta be dreaming.” he stammered in that sleepy, barely lucid way. He couldn’t tell if he was tired or flabbergasted, but a smile began to creep along his face once he regained his composure. It was clear as crystal what he had to do now, and he had the guy who led him to this point to thank for it. With a mischievous grin, Rika tried to sneak two fingers up to Sho’s ear, at least before he stopped her with his ring-bearing hand.
“Don’t pinch me. Even if this was a dream, I wouldn’t want to wake up, so we shouldn’t risk it.” he grinned, smoothly placing the line straight from his mind through his lips. This is what the suave guy usually says right? He felt his nerves tense up when he heard Rika scoff, then in a single moment of heartwarming relief, she squished at his cheeks with a golden smile.
“There’s the corny guy I decided to marry! Y’know, I didn’t believe Momo when she said I could check guys like you out at the library.” Now that Sho was hearing her speak, she had a bit of an accent, didn’t she? No, he was probably just imagining it to hide the fact that he was too busy blushing to speak.
“H-Hey!” He tried to retort, stopped by a finger on his lips that motioned him to turn to Rika.
“Ah-ah~, you know it’s true, just like how you know you shouldn’t be pulling a disappearing act on your own wife!” she scolded, digging a nail into his chin.
“T-Ta-ta-to...to...two…” he kept attempting in futility to form words that could help him escape this situation. The fact that his cheeks were quickly flushing into a brighter and brighter red like some kind of love radar wasn’t helping. Apparently...they might’ve met at the library...someone named Momo mentioned him...he apparently works with someone called Mrs. Reiji...As long as that meant the Momoko Reiji he knew before, he could use it as an angle!
“Four hours, that’s all, then I’ll be back. I left a section unorganized is all, it won’t take long and I swear I won’t say a word to anyone at work since I only want to talk to you and...and all…” Sho couldn’t escape the scowl his brand new out of the blue spouse was giving him. Even if she could only sigh and shake her head.
"Fine then, four hours, but when you come back we're doing something romantic on stream."
"On what?"
"Live! In front of people on the internet, you old coot!" She chuckled, unable to help but roll her eyes at the question. "We're newlyweds, right? We should make something nice out of it."
"R-Right. We'll make something nice...I'll get something nice, definitely." Sho grit his teeth as he smiled, trying to force confidence out of his speech as he wandered back out of the bathroom towards where he thought the wardrobe might just be. Picking out clothes he'd think a librarian might wear. Just like the rest of these split-second decisions, instinct seemed to work for him. He'd been dressing like a librarian for years anyway, even in this form.
"You'd better!" Rika called, heading off to sit at the computer. Sho probably would've done as much without being told...but now it was an order- a momma’s boy like him couldn’t say no to someone like her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Four hours in a world you’ve never seen doesn’t feel like four hours at all, that was something Sho could say from experience. It made no difference that it seemed to be some alternate time instead of an alternate world, everything seemed brand new. All of a sudden it seemed like he was doing just about everything by himself; no one’s rooting for a librarian to shuffle books into place other than his other librarian buddies; no one’s telling you what groceries to buy or what things you need to make it from one day to the next. It seemed so innocuous at the time but he’d started to put everything in terms of Rika and her alone, not as an afterthought, but as the beginning of every thought he had. Sho couldn’t remember even letting his parents take up so much of his mind, Rika was just about the only thing that anchored him here and she was a complete stranger. Somehow she wasn’t as strange as the friends he could barely recognize, the responsibilities he just realized he had, and how shockingly solitary navigating anywhere on this Earth was as an adult. Being fifteen and wandering in an adult’s body kept making him ask the same question; “Is this why people get married? Does life really become that much more familiar?”
Needless to say, Sho was all too ready to air a sigh of relief when he got home, carrying enough bags in his arms to obscure his face.
“Tweet tweet, honey!” Rika shouted from her upside-down position on the couch, the legs of her pajama pants falling into bunches while she attempted to narrate a vividly bright RPG. Whistling a birdsong, Sho took off his shoes, set down everything he’d bought, and shuffled off his tweed jacket. He got it now, this made sense; the whole situation he was living in made perfect sense by the second time he’d seen her the entire day. He walked over to the couch and leaned over through her legs to get a good look at the game she was playing. Well, that and the blips and boops of donations and chat in the background.
“Yeah, about that romantic thing...It looks like I’m making dinner.” He said, coy and nonchalant even if it seemed like he was hesitating to tell her.
“The meat world is a moon, Doggydestined!” she continued to narrate dramatically, before looking away from the game to respond in a sincere voice. “Wait, what? I thought you left to order takeout or something, not buy actual groceries.” Rika scoffed.
“Oh no, I’m cooking, that’s for sure...” Sho said, squinting into the monitor.
“Ha! You’ve never cooked in your life! You buy books and eat ramen, and whenever you don’t buy ramen you probably eat books!” She chortled.
“I’ve been cooking since you were in diapers!” Snickering as he said it, Sho lightly flicked her forehead. Rika responded with a kick in the face.
“Hmph, sure Gramps!” with a snort, she went back to muttering poor translations at the screen.
“Hey, you’re the one who told me to go broke on something romantic, I did just as you asked, my liege.” Sho gave a sarcastic looking bow, pushing himself back in between her swaying legs to read the text she was butchering.
“Guess I’m keeping the lights on then, huh? Look at all the money the nice internet people gave us!”
“Heh, you couldn’t buy me ramen.”
“Were you always such a brat?” Another kick to the face only made him smile wider. That kick gave him another glimpse at the screen that told him all he needed to know.
“Sure I was, I was just better at hiding it. Plus, this brat knows something you don’t; you should switch to Kabuterimon, Tukaimon can’t do much here.” He informed her with all the smugness he could muster right there on his face.
“You know Digimon? Pfft, the stats probably changed old-timer! Wait- Hey!” but while she was sounding off, Sho had already plucked her controller, fumbling through menus at a record pace while he tried to win the battle.
“Hey, this is my show! I. Play. The games!” She yelled, fumbling over the controller with him while they sloppily won the battle. “See, you took too many turns and I didn’t get the bonus! Ugh...this is a nightmare.” Rika groaned, giving Sho two more kicks for good measure, but this time he didn’t fly back.
“Wanna see?” Sho asked, his mouth curling up into a wicked smile. Rika already knew what he was going to do. Locking his neck in with her legs she threw a hand up to snatch at his nose because of course, he’d do the same. Nasally giggling through the whole fight while they had each other’s nostrils closed up, they were both certain of one thing.
They were both going to pinch as hard as they could. Why go back and forth about whether it was a dream or some kind of funny nightmare? This was as good as reality could get.
