I WANTED TO WRITE THESE IN ORDER BUT THIS ONE JUST HAD TO BE WRITTEN FIRST.
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Jun says he likes Britney because “she’s too much of a train wreck not to love,” but Nino thinks that sounds more like pity and maybe a little morbid fascination.
Nino likes Britney because when she came running up to his car after filming and gestured for him to roll down his window, she used lots of simple English words like “good bar” and “I’ll pay.” He liked that she didn’t order girly drinks, and that she flicked off the old man craning his neck around a pillar to look at their corner table (hell, he even found her calling Arashi “the phone commercial guys” somewhat endearing).
There was just something likeable about Britney, to the point that Nino found the foreign words on his tongue before he could even stop them.
“Do you like magic?” he asked, in English.
Britney set down her glass and turned to Nino, wide-eyed.
“I love magic,” she said, entirely serious.
Nino pulled his cards from his pocket and led her through a trick. He couldn’t do much vamping with his limited English, but he found it wasn’t necessary. When he showed Britney the original card, her surprised squeal sent several more middle-aged men turning their way. Nino became acutely aware that the pair of them must have looked suspiciously like Ninomiya Kazunari and Britney Spears.
“We should go,” he suggested, smiling awkwardly as he pocketed his deck.
“Aw, Neenoh,” she whined. “Come on. We’re having fun!”
“Yes. People see us,” he replied, sentence forming slowly over his slight buzz.
Britney’s peered over her shoulder (casually, as though she might not have a room of people staring at her), and nodded with a thoughtful frown.
“We could go to my hotel,” she proposed.
Nino choked on his drink.
“Not like that, silly,” Britney snorted, rolling her eyes. “I wanna see your magic tricks. Besides, if I go back alone they’re all going to yell at me.”
“They don’t yell if I come?”
“Not until tomorrow, at least.”
“You are crazy,” Nino mumbled in Japanese, amused.
“You just called me crazy, didn’t you?” Britney accused, pointing a finger.
“You don’t speak-” Nino started, surprised.
“I don’t have to,” Britney interrupted, taking a long swig of her drink. “I can understand crazy in any language.”
Nino stared at Britney for a moment before sighing the long-suffering sigh of someone unaccustomed to being a gentleman. Britney paid their tab, as promised, and was in high spirits on her way back to the car, bouncing and humming and ignoring the other patrons nearly hanging out the door to watch her leave.
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Off The Record 1/2
Date: 2008-12-11 08:02 am (UTC)---
Jun says he likes Britney because “she’s too much of a train wreck not to love,” but Nino thinks that sounds more like pity and maybe a little morbid fascination.
Nino likes Britney because when she came running up to his car after filming and gestured for him to roll down his window, she used lots of simple English words like “good bar” and “I’ll pay.” He liked that she didn’t order girly drinks, and that she flicked off the old man craning his neck around a pillar to look at their corner table (hell, he even found her calling Arashi “the phone commercial guys” somewhat endearing).
There was just something likeable about Britney, to the point that Nino found the foreign words on his tongue before he could even stop them.
“Do you like magic?” he asked, in English.
Britney set down her glass and turned to Nino, wide-eyed.
“I love magic,” she said, entirely serious.
Nino pulled his cards from his pocket and led her through a trick. He couldn’t do much vamping with his limited English, but he found it wasn’t necessary. When he showed Britney the original card, her surprised squeal sent several more middle-aged men turning their way. Nino became acutely aware that the pair of them must have looked suspiciously like Ninomiya Kazunari and Britney Spears.
“We should go,” he suggested, smiling awkwardly as he pocketed his deck.
“Aw, Neenoh,” she whined. “Come on. We’re having fun!”
“Yes. People see us,” he replied, sentence forming slowly over his slight buzz.
Britney’s peered over her shoulder (casually, as though she might not have a room of people staring at her), and nodded with a thoughtful frown.
“We could go to my hotel,” she proposed.
Nino choked on his drink.
“Not like that, silly,” Britney snorted, rolling her eyes. “I wanna see your magic tricks. Besides, if I go back alone they’re all going to yell at me.”
“They don’t yell if I come?”
“Not until tomorrow, at least.”
“You are crazy,” Nino mumbled in Japanese, amused.
“You just called me crazy, didn’t you?” Britney accused, pointing a finger.
“You don’t speak-” Nino started, surprised.
“I don’t have to,” Britney interrupted, taking a long swig of her drink. “I can understand crazy in any language.”
Nino stared at Britney for a moment before sighing the long-suffering sigh of someone unaccustomed to being a gentleman. Britney paid their tab, as promised, and was in high spirits on her way back to the car, bouncing and humming and ignoring the other patrons nearly hanging out the door to watch her leave.
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