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Jun. 9th, 2008 01:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha“Bubblegum.” Chitose warily raised his head from where it had been resting quite comfortably in the crook of his arm. Shiraishi had taken a seat next to him, his elbows resting on the table.
“What?” Chitose kept his voice down. It was a library they were occupying, and there were rules to these things. Unlike Shiraishi Chitose had the unfortunate ability to draw disapproving librarians to him like illegal music rips drew Zaizen. “Bubblegum?”
“Mmm.” Shiraishi propped his chin in his hands and continued to stare off into space, though it was clear he was addressing Chitose. The bandages were looking a little frayed, and starting to unravel. “That’s what Rikkai’s Marui uses to win matches right? Bubblegum. And I know that Echizen kid chugs Ponta. It’s gotta be the sugar.”
“…” Chitose abandoned his nap and pushed himself off the cold wooden library table to sit up in the cold wooden uncomfortable library chair. It was a sad world when the tables topped the chairs in comfort. “Shiraishi, carbs are better for you, even if metabolically it does all end up the same thing.”
Shiraishi snorted, then turned to give Chitose one of his ‘I am looking through you and seeing the truth of the universe’ looks. “You don’t even eat meat.”
“I do.” Chitose lazily scratched the back of his neck. “Fish and stuff. Osamu’s too poor to afford real steak, and I refuse to eat processed meat.” Chitose ate steak and chicken and pork when he visited his home, but not a lot. His parents didn’t let anything not organically raised and humanely put down enter the house. Chitose understood why, it was a little disturbing to know that a few years ago farmers were turning cows and such into cannibals by feeding them feed that contained meat. So inhuman.
“MacDonald’s has a value menu. You don’t even touch their fries.” Shiraishi scratched at the inside of his elbow. It took a glance then for Shiraishi to realize the bandage was coming undone and he tightened it up.
“MacDonald’s is a western corporate entity that is seeking to fatten us up for our alien overlords.” Chitose rose from his seat. “Come on, I’ll buy you some bubble gum and see if you can beat me while chewing it.”
Shiraishi thought about it for a second before standing up and following Chitose. Chitose’s had to abandon his lazy stroll when Shiraishi’s fast walk passed him by. “Like you can beat me when I’m not chewing gum.”
Chitose grinned. “Young padawan, the beating in the material realm matters not, for it is true victory I seek.”
Shiraishi let the library door swing shut in Chitose’s face.
“What?” Chitose kept his voice down. It was a library they were occupying, and there were rules to these things. Unlike Shiraishi Chitose had the unfortunate ability to draw disapproving librarians to him like illegal music rips drew Zaizen. “Bubblegum?”
“Mmm.” Shiraishi propped his chin in his hands and continued to stare off into space, though it was clear he was addressing Chitose. The bandages were looking a little frayed, and starting to unravel. “That’s what Rikkai’s Marui uses to win matches right? Bubblegum. And I know that Echizen kid chugs Ponta. It’s gotta be the sugar.”
“…” Chitose abandoned his nap and pushed himself off the cold wooden library table to sit up in the cold wooden uncomfortable library chair. It was a sad world when the tables topped the chairs in comfort. “Shiraishi, carbs are better for you, even if metabolically it does all end up the same thing.”
Shiraishi snorted, then turned to give Chitose one of his ‘I am looking through you and seeing the truth of the universe’ looks. “You don’t even eat meat.”
“I do.” Chitose lazily scratched the back of his neck. “Fish and stuff. Osamu’s too poor to afford real steak, and I refuse to eat processed meat.” Chitose ate steak and chicken and pork when he visited his home, but not a lot. His parents didn’t let anything not organically raised and humanely put down enter the house. Chitose understood why, it was a little disturbing to know that a few years ago farmers were turning cows and such into cannibals by feeding them feed that contained meat. So inhuman.
“MacDonald’s has a value menu. You don’t even touch their fries.” Shiraishi scratched at the inside of his elbow. It took a glance then for Shiraishi to realize the bandage was coming undone and he tightened it up.
“MacDonald’s is a western corporate entity that is seeking to fatten us up for our alien overlords.” Chitose rose from his seat. “Come on, I’ll buy you some bubble gum and see if you can beat me while chewing it.”
Shiraishi thought about it for a second before standing up and following Chitose. Chitose’s had to abandon his lazy stroll when Shiraishi’s fast walk passed him by. “Like you can beat me when I’m not chewing gum.”
Chitose grinned. “Young padawan, the beating in the material realm matters not, for it is true victory I seek.”
Shiraishi let the library door swing shut in Chitose’s face.
