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Je la joue sexy hola!
Left my maths books in my locker. Have 20% test on Monday. Waited for mother to get home. Drove frantically to school. Retrieved books. Am so sick of matrices that it isn't funny.
English essay of Doom has been put back by a week, which is a very good thing considering the fact that I have to start from scratch due to the English Department's "can't do assessment on a text that you've already studied" rule. And I studied Hamlet last year. So far at this school I've done Romeo and Juliet, Merchant of Venice, Macbeth, Hamlet, Richard III and Julius Caeser. And my oral on the use of crossdressing in Shakespeare's plays.Obsession, much?
Someone suggested that I do an essay on something that wasn't Shakespeare.
Sacrilige!
So now I'll be blabbing happily away about "Once more unto the breach" and watching Kenneth Branagh's Henry V for the fifth or so time.
I've also booked six driving lessons and should have my license by the end of the month if all goes well.
Last night I started downloading QaF episodes out of desperation. I think I'm going through withdrawal. I have ten minutes of episode 201 and another ten of 301. My download total is going to go through the roof.
Here is the beginning of the snarking-through-the-door scene, which I started writing last night. Seishirou hates me and won't let me write the bloody fic in any decent order. And he also thinks imagery is silly. I wish this fic would be at all plausible if written from Subaru's POV, but it really wouldn't.
Subaru likes imagery. Huh. Bloody Sakurazukamori has no sense of aesthetics.
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Seishirou leant against the wall and finished his cigarette, not in any particular hurry. He was always tempted to smoke indoors and piss off the Shirou kid, but that source of amusement had been negated by the fact that Subaru was no longer in residence, and the acrid smell of smoke would betray his visits to anyone else.
He inhaled deeply and let the nicotine relax his jumbled thoughts and tense nerves, then crushed the butt against the wall, letting it fall to the ground carelessly. Let Subaru think that he had left it there on his last visit.
He knocked out of mockery more than anything else, knowing that Kamui locked his door and knowing that he could open it in a matter of seconds if he wished. But it always amused him to see the sudden hate in the boy’s eyes as he recognised his visitor.
The door opened.
Seishirou’s smile, through dint of ingrained habit, didn’t even flicker.
“Hello, Subaru-kun.”
The Sumeragi smiled tightly in return. “Goodbye, Seishirou-san.”
The door closed.
Seishirou laughed quietly and leaned against the door, already digging in his pockets for the packet of cigarettes. He quickly extracted one and lifted it to his lips.
“Do you have a light, Subaru-kun?”
“Not for you.” He heard the click of a lighter on the other side of the door as Subaru lit his own cigarette.
“That’s hardly fair.”
“I’m sure you’ll live.”
“Open the door?”
“No.”
“Fair enough.” Seishirou pulled out his own lighter and smoked in silence for a while. It didn’t surprise him at all to hear Subaru’s voice break the pause.
“I want you to stop tormenting Kamui.”
“Oh?” The assassin’s lips curved into a smirk around the cigarette. “But it’s so much fun.”
English essay of Doom has been put back by a week, which is a very good thing considering the fact that I have to start from scratch due to the English Department's "can't do assessment on a text that you've already studied" rule. And I studied Hamlet last year. So far at this school I've done Romeo and Juliet, Merchant of Venice, Macbeth, Hamlet, Richard III and Julius Caeser. And my oral on the use of crossdressing in Shakespeare's plays.
Someone suggested that I do an essay on something that wasn't Shakespeare.
Sacrilige!
So now I'll be blabbing happily away about "Once more unto the breach" and watching Kenneth Branagh's Henry V for the fifth or so time.
I've also booked six driving lessons and should have my license by the end of the month if all goes well.
Last night I started downloading QaF episodes out of desperation. I think I'm going through withdrawal. I have ten minutes of episode 201 and another ten of 301. My download total is going to go through the roof.
Here is the beginning of the snarking-through-the-door scene, which I started writing last night. Seishirou hates me and won't let me write the bloody fic in any decent order. And he also thinks imagery is silly. I wish this fic would be at all plausible if written from Subaru's POV, but it really wouldn't.
Subaru likes imagery. Huh. Bloody Sakurazukamori has no sense of aesthetics.
~
Seishirou leant against the wall and finished his cigarette, not in any particular hurry. He was always tempted to smoke indoors and piss off the Shirou kid, but that source of amusement had been negated by the fact that Subaru was no longer in residence, and the acrid smell of smoke would betray his visits to anyone else.
He inhaled deeply and let the nicotine relax his jumbled thoughts and tense nerves, then crushed the butt against the wall, letting it fall to the ground carelessly. Let Subaru think that he had left it there on his last visit.
He knocked out of mockery more than anything else, knowing that Kamui locked his door and knowing that he could open it in a matter of seconds if he wished. But it always amused him to see the sudden hate in the boy’s eyes as he recognised his visitor.
The door opened.
Seishirou’s smile, through dint of ingrained habit, didn’t even flicker.
“Hello, Subaru-kun.”
The Sumeragi smiled tightly in return. “Goodbye, Seishirou-san.”
The door closed.
Seishirou laughed quietly and leaned against the door, already digging in his pockets for the packet of cigarettes. He quickly extracted one and lifted it to his lips.
“Do you have a light, Subaru-kun?”
“Not for you.” He heard the click of a lighter on the other side of the door as Subaru lit his own cigarette.
“That’s hardly fair.”
“I’m sure you’ll live.”
“Open the door?”
“No.”
“Fair enough.” Seishirou pulled out his own lighter and smoked in silence for a while. It didn’t surprise him at all to hear Subaru’s voice break the pause.
“I want you to stop tormenting Kamui.”
“Oh?” The assassin’s lips curved into a smirk around the cigarette. “But it’s so much fun.”