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Aug. 24th, 2009 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaThe whole group of fasting teens, young adults, some old people… it was all really weird. They were all sitting around in their light blue 'feed the hungry' tee-shirts, some looking sullenly at the crowd passing by, some chattering animatedly to each other. Some, like Ohtori, just sitting there very zen like.
"Look, Ohtori, I realize this has been on the plan for months, but we have a math today and you *have* to eat." Shishido waved a rather mushy, melted health bar under Ohtori's nose. It had been a crisp delicious oatmeal and something something bar, before the heat had gotten to it and it wilted. Ohtori just looked at him in a way that made Shishido's insides curl up and die.
"We have a *match*." Shishido pleaded. It wasn't his fault they had gotten sucked into a match against Atobe and Oshitari later that evening. If it was anyone's fault, blame Hiyoshi for insulting Oshitari and defending Ohtori. Almost everything ended up being Hiyoshi's fault anyway. Or Taki's. This could be Taki's fault too, he was running the betting pool. "And you know how grumpy you get when you're hungry!"
"Shishido-san." Ohtori hissed.
"See? Grumpy." Shishido shut his trap when Ohtori *glared* at him.
"I'm trying to raise money to *feed* really grumpy *starving* people, you are embarrassing me, Shishido-san, please go sit at a ramen stand or something until my shift is over. Then I will let you get me some soup, alright?" Ohtori held up a hand when Shishido opened his mouth. "Plain soup."
Well, it was probably better than a mushy granola bar.
"Look, Ohtori, I realize this has been on the plan for months, but we have a math today and you *have* to eat." Shishido waved a rather mushy, melted health bar under Ohtori's nose. It had been a crisp delicious oatmeal and something something bar, before the heat had gotten to it and it wilted. Ohtori just looked at him in a way that made Shishido's insides curl up and die.
"We have a *match*." Shishido pleaded. It wasn't his fault they had gotten sucked into a match against Atobe and Oshitari later that evening. If it was anyone's fault, blame Hiyoshi for insulting Oshitari and defending Ohtori. Almost everything ended up being Hiyoshi's fault anyway. Or Taki's. This could be Taki's fault too, he was running the betting pool. "And you know how grumpy you get when you're hungry!"
"Shishido-san." Ohtori hissed.
"See? Grumpy." Shishido shut his trap when Ohtori *glared* at him.
"I'm trying to raise money to *feed* really grumpy *starving* people, you are embarrassing me, Shishido-san, please go sit at a ramen stand or something until my shift is over. Then I will let you get me some soup, alright?" Ohtori held up a hand when Shishido opened his mouth. "Plain soup."
Well, it was probably better than a mushy granola bar.
