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Shiraishi adjusted his computer so it was at the perfect level. Since his computer had been at the perfect level before Shiraishi merely ended up tipping it all over the place before settling on the angle it had been at before. The floor under his feet hummed as the central air kicked in again. At the Shiraishi household the air was on from the minute temperatures hit the seventies. Shiraishi’s older sister complained about how the air conditioner ruined her complexion, but Shiraishi knew that his dad would never cave to her complaints.
Shiraishi liked the air conditioning, and so did his parents, and the family cat.
“You are the product of corporate brainwashing.”
Chitose was lying on Shiraishi’s washing machine washed coverlet, his hand clutching Shiraishi’s Ipod in one hand and Zaizen’s magazine of CHIC in the other. That reminded Shiraishi, he had to give that back.
“I’m what?”
Chitose waved his hands around, and Shiraishi carefully pried his Ipod out of Chitose’s grip. “See! Corporate brainwashing right there.”
“I’m making sure you don’t break it you idiot.” Shiraishi whacked Chitose’s arm. “Now shut up about brainwashing.”
Chitose gave Shiraishi a sulkly glare. When Chitose had shown up his shirt had been sticking to his body in sweaty dark spots and Chitose’s hair had been frazzled as hell. Shiraishi’s mother had dumped Chitose into the bathroom and locked the door before she even bothered to tell Shiraishi Chitose was there. Perhaps his family was a little intense about not getting back to nature but Chitose’s family was insane. Who made their own soap?
“I can hear you thinking.” Chitose poked Shiraishi’s forehead. “Stop thinking badly about my fathers pot field.”
“I wasn’t even thinking about that.” Shiraishi poked Chitose back, then pushed Chitose back onto his bed and straddled him. “Speaking of it though… did you bring any?”
Chitose placed his hands behind his head and grinned lazily. “Search me officer.”
Shiraishi rolled his eyes and began patting Chitose down. “If I find anything contraband young man you’ll have to be punished.”
“Promise?”
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Shiraishi liked the air conditioning, and so did his parents, and the family cat.
“You are the product of corporate brainwashing.”
Chitose was lying on Shiraishi’s washing machine washed coverlet, his hand clutching Shiraishi’s Ipod in one hand and Zaizen’s magazine of CHIC in the other. That reminded Shiraishi, he had to give that back.
“I’m what?”
Chitose waved his hands around, and Shiraishi carefully pried his Ipod out of Chitose’s grip. “See! Corporate brainwashing right there.”
“I’m making sure you don’t break it you idiot.” Shiraishi whacked Chitose’s arm. “Now shut up about brainwashing.”
Chitose gave Shiraishi a sulkly glare. When Chitose had shown up his shirt had been sticking to his body in sweaty dark spots and Chitose’s hair had been frazzled as hell. Shiraishi’s mother had dumped Chitose into the bathroom and locked the door before she even bothered to tell Shiraishi Chitose was there. Perhaps his family was a little intense about not getting back to nature but Chitose’s family was insane. Who made their own soap?
“I can hear you thinking.” Chitose poked Shiraishi’s forehead. “Stop thinking badly about my fathers pot field.”
“I wasn’t even thinking about that.” Shiraishi poked Chitose back, then pushed Chitose back onto his bed and straddled him. “Speaking of it though… did you bring any?”
Chitose placed his hands behind his head and grinned lazily. “Search me officer.”
Shiraishi rolled his eyes and began patting Chitose down. “If I find anything contraband young man you’ll have to be punished.”
“Promise?”
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