inspired by RL txts w/ Tori
Mar. 24th, 2008 06:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaShiraishi was sitting down in one of the chairs lining the university halfway when his pocket vibrated.
Such vibrations were not uncommon, since Chitose set Shiraishi’s ring tones to horribly embarrassing pop songs and so Shiraishi would prefer vibration to having the rest of his college social life ruined by his hippy boyfriend. Sliding his slim, new at the beginning of the year, phone out of his pocket Shiraishi slid it open and checked the message from Chitose.
There r ants all over the classroom floor!
Shiraishi blinked. Poor Chitose. As much as Chitose was for communing with nature Shiraishi knew the other boy drew the line at anything with an exoskeleton. Shiraishi agreed, ants were annoying, they ruined picnics, and they bit. Plus the feeling of them crawling up your leg was so not cool.
Ewwwww Shiraishi sent back. Sliding his phone closed Shiraishi waited. He had around a half hour before his next class, and he knew Chitose’s did not start for another fifteen at least.
Ants! Popped up on Shiraishi’s buzzing phone. Shiraishi shook his head, there was a simple solution to such a problem.
Shoes! Stomp!
Chitose tended to wear geta during the warmer months but it was still cold enough for snow to be on the ground, and it was the wet sticky snow that clung to things, or snow dirtied by exhaust fumes and the endless track of human feet. Shiraishi had made it known that as much as he loved Chitose and his exotic footwear, if anyone caught a deadly cold and brought it to bed there was going to be hell to pay. Shiraishi did not do sick. Shiraishi nearly dropped the phone when it buzzed this time. Opening the message Shiraishi frowned a bit.
My karma!
“…idiot.” Shiraishi muttered, his fingers flying to form a reply.
Your sanity!
There was a pause then and Shiraishi figured Chitose had finally given up and stepped on the blasted ants. Sliding his phone closed Shiraishi slipped it into his pocket only to be startled when a second later it buzzed rather close to his crotch. “Chitose…” Only Chitose could make a cell phone seem perverted.
Making sure no one had heard him talking to himself Shiraishi slid the cellphone out of his pocket again and checked his new message. The fingers on his bandaged hand twitched, the urge to wrap fingers around a slim giraffe like neck overpowering.
My karma! My short next life as an ant!
The door to Shiraishi’s classroom opened and students from the class before his began streaming out. Shiraishi nodded at a few of them, people he’d met around campus, and tapped out his reply.
I promise to be gentle when I squash you. :)
There r ants all over the classroom floor!
Shiraishi blinked. Poor Chitose. As much as Chitose was for communing with nature Shiraishi knew the other boy drew the line at anything with an exoskeleton. Shiraishi agreed, ants were annoying, they ruined picnics, and they bit. Plus the feeling of them crawling up your leg was so not cool.
Ewwwww Shiraishi sent back. Sliding his phone closed Shiraishi waited. He had around a half hour before his next class, and he knew Chitose’s did not start for another fifteen at least.
Ants! Popped up on Shiraishi’s buzzing phone. Shiraishi shook his head, there was a simple solution to such a problem.
Shoes! Stomp!
Chitose tended to wear geta during the warmer months but it was still cold enough for snow to be on the ground, and it was the wet sticky snow that clung to things, or snow dirtied by exhaust fumes and the endless track of human feet. Shiraishi had made it known that as much as he loved Chitose and his exotic footwear, if anyone caught a deadly cold and brought it to bed there was going to be hell to pay. Shiraishi did not do sick. Shiraishi nearly dropped the phone when it buzzed this time. Opening the message Shiraishi frowned a bit.
My karma!
“…idiot.” Shiraishi muttered, his fingers flying to form a reply.
Your sanity!
There was a pause then and Shiraishi figured Chitose had finally given up and stepped on the blasted ants. Sliding his phone closed Shiraishi slipped it into his pocket only to be startled when a second later it buzzed rather close to his crotch. “Chitose…” Only Chitose could make a cell phone seem perverted.
Making sure no one had heard him talking to himself Shiraishi slid the cellphone out of his pocket again and checked his new message. The fingers on his bandaged hand twitched, the urge to wrap fingers around a slim giraffe like neck overpowering.
My karma! My short next life as an ant!
The door to Shiraishi’s classroom opened and students from the class before his began streaming out. Shiraishi nodded at a few of them, people he’d met around campus, and tapped out his reply.
I promise to be gentle when I squash you. :)
