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Jan. 31st, 2008 07:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaIf Rin wasn’t Chinen’s partner, he wouldn’t have to put up with things like this. But as Chinen’s doubles partner Rin was often the one who was shoved to the front of the crowd and made to ask the annoying often embarrassing questions. Questions like ‘what the fuck happened to your hair’ or ‘did you really voodoo curse that asshole’. Rin might even have been able to avoid asking the question if Kai was not such a pussy or if Kite gave a shit.
“…Chinen, partner…” Rin stared down his nose at Chinen. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Chinen was crouched over a few tennis balls his tweezers held carefully in his right hand. Rin could see that the tennis balls were nearly hairless by now. “I’m plucking the tennis balls?”
“Yeah, I can see that.” Rin tossed his hair over his shoulder, the back of his neck tingling uncomfortably from being exposed to the sun. “Why?”
“DNA.” Chinen informed Rin gravely, placing the last bit of ball fuzz into a plastic bag and zipping it closed before pocketing both the tweezers and his scavenged fuzz.
Rin stared up at Chinen, squinting past the glare of the sun. “Tennis balls don’t have DNA Chinen.”
“…but the people who touched them do.” Chinen moved past Rin. “Kite is waving us over.”
Rin shuddered a little, feeling cold even though the temperature was broiling. He made a mental note to keep his balls in his shorts and far away from Chinen.
“…Chinen, partner…” Rin stared down his nose at Chinen. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Chinen was crouched over a few tennis balls his tweezers held carefully in his right hand. Rin could see that the tennis balls were nearly hairless by now. “I’m plucking the tennis balls?”
“Yeah, I can see that.” Rin tossed his hair over his shoulder, the back of his neck tingling uncomfortably from being exposed to the sun. “Why?”
“DNA.” Chinen informed Rin gravely, placing the last bit of ball fuzz into a plastic bag and zipping it closed before pocketing both the tweezers and his scavenged fuzz.
Rin stared up at Chinen, squinting past the glare of the sun. “Tennis balls don’t have DNA Chinen.”
“…but the people who touched them do.” Chinen moved past Rin. “Kite is waving us over.”
Rin shuddered a little, feeling cold even though the temperature was broiling. He made a mental note to keep his balls in his shorts and far away from Chinen.
