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May. 28th, 2008 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaMinami hated the way he could never truly disappear.
People ignored him, true enough, and Minami was inconsequential enough that he rarely caught anyone’s attention. When Minami did catch people’s attention it was generally because of one thing.
Minami squeaked.
Not squeaked as in ‘squeaky clean’ he just squeaked. Minami would lean forward in his office chair and the chair would creak underneath him, or the toilet paper holder would squeak loudly when Minami tugged a few sheets free. When the weather was mildly damp Minami’s shoes began to squeak on the tiles that lined the entrance to his office. Minami’s bag jangled and his potato chip bags always crinkled louder than other people’s.
It was difficult being ignored except when people were displeased with you.
“Tough day?” Higashikata questioned, looking up at Minami from over his newspaper. The paper rustled soft as fall leaves. “You look tired.”
Minami dropped his keys onto the table, the plastic and metal keys and chains sounding like a gong. “It was noisy.”
Higashikata folded the paper up and set it aside. Minami let Higashikata seat him on the couch and take off his suit jacket. The leather of the couch squeaked under Minami, but Minami ignored it as he relaxed under Higashikata’s hands. Minami might hate his inability to disappear, but he loved that Higashikata would see him even if he did.
Minami squeaked.
Not squeaked as in ‘squeaky clean’ he just squeaked. Minami would lean forward in his office chair and the chair would creak underneath him, or the toilet paper holder would squeak loudly when Minami tugged a few sheets free. When the weather was mildly damp Minami’s shoes began to squeak on the tiles that lined the entrance to his office. Minami’s bag jangled and his potato chip bags always crinkled louder than other people’s.
It was difficult being ignored except when people were displeased with you.
“Tough day?” Higashikata questioned, looking up at Minami from over his newspaper. The paper rustled soft as fall leaves. “You look tired.”
Minami dropped his keys onto the table, the plastic and metal keys and chains sounding like a gong. “It was noisy.”
Higashikata folded the paper up and set it aside. Minami let Higashikata seat him on the couch and take off his suit jacket. The leather of the couch squeaked under Minami, but Minami ignored it as he relaxed under Higashikata’s hands. Minami might hate his inability to disappear, but he loved that Higashikata would see him even if he did.
