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Feb. 14th, 2009 12:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaChitose lazily poked through his selection of chocolates, fudges, caramels, and the occasional chocolate covered insect. The girl's really were going all out this year trying to get his attention. Maybe it was because of the uniform? Or possibly because he had quit the tennis club and joined the poetry club instead. Girl's really seemed bizarrely impressed with a few dirty limericks. Or well, they were meant to be dirty. Maybe they weren't dirty *enough*.
"There once was a guy named Kura, who's dick was as long as a… Hmm. What rhymes with Kura?"
"Shut up Chitose." Shiraishi tossed a wad of pink tissue paper at Chitose's head. "You know you need to give ten times back that amount for white day right?"
"I'll write them all poems." Chitose stated, popping a bit of fudge into his mouth. Mmm, a little nutty, just the way he liked it. "Ten line poems."
Shiraishi looked around for more to throw at Chitose but since all he had left was the roll of gauze he was using to wrap up his arm, or his pillow, he decided that Chitose's braincells could use the break. "You're an ass, why do they put up with you?"
"His limbs were graceful a swan, and his hair was the color of summer wheat, under a pale harvest moon. I found myself withering, my love, my soul, my life force given over to preserving beauty. The moon lay upon a swan's back, and the wheat whistled in the wind."
"…" Shiraishi grabbed his pillow and leaned over to hit Chitose over the head hard. "That's not even poetry."
Chitose grabbed the pillow and tugged it out of Shiraishi's grip. "Could be free form." Leaning forward Chitose stole a kiss. "I baked you some brownies, they're in my bag~~~"
Shiraishi bit Chitose's bottom lip, and then tweaked his nose hard. "At least we all know why *I* put up with you."
"The sex." Chitose stated bluntly, shoving over his school bag and letting Shiraishi fish for Chitose's special brownies. "Because it's even better than chocolate."
"There once was a guy named Kura, who's dick was as long as a… Hmm. What rhymes with Kura?"
"Shut up Chitose." Shiraishi tossed a wad of pink tissue paper at Chitose's head. "You know you need to give ten times back that amount for white day right?"
"I'll write them all poems." Chitose stated, popping a bit of fudge into his mouth. Mmm, a little nutty, just the way he liked it. "Ten line poems."
Shiraishi looked around for more to throw at Chitose but since all he had left was the roll of gauze he was using to wrap up his arm, or his pillow, he decided that Chitose's braincells could use the break. "You're an ass, why do they put up with you?"
"His limbs were graceful a swan, and his hair was the color of summer wheat, under a pale harvest moon. I found myself withering, my love, my soul, my life force given over to preserving beauty. The moon lay upon a swan's back, and the wheat whistled in the wind."
"…" Shiraishi grabbed his pillow and leaned over to hit Chitose over the head hard. "That's not even poetry."
Chitose grabbed the pillow and tugged it out of Shiraishi's grip. "Could be free form." Leaning forward Chitose stole a kiss. "I baked you some brownies, they're in my bag~~~"
Shiraishi bit Chitose's bottom lip, and then tweaked his nose hard. "At least we all know why *I* put up with you."
"The sex." Chitose stated bluntly, shoving over his school bag and letting Shiraishi fish for Chitose's special brownies. "Because it's even better than chocolate."
