Maybe I'll use this thing today.
Okay. This is the first time I've ever tried to write fanfiction. Ever. I'm scared. D: It's a drabble, but a long one. See, I thought drabbles couldn't be more than 100 words, but this has 207 and I umm. Guess it's a drabble? Help me out here, people.
The clerical duties of the STN-J never ceased in fluxation long enough for Hattori to fall into a reverie of any sort, but his concentration was suffering that day. It was difficult to ignore Michael's incessant typing as it was, but the clacking of shoes was enough to make him peer up from a stack of papers. Miss Dojima struck a conversation with Haruto Sakaki, more than ready to get home after an exhausting few hours of witch hunting.
"I'll give you a ride home, Sakaki. Did you see the way he almost buried Miho alive? Thank goodness Amon was there. That new girl's aim did nothing to stop that thing.."
As the young pair conversed, Hattori sighed forsakenly. He would never know the excitement that those two faced on a regular basis, and fate had decided that his role as the cranky, boring filing clerk would not evolve any time soon. How could they take for granted the successful lives they forged with each new endeavor? Growing as friends, as people, as hunters. The only thing that was improving was Hattori's accounting skills.
The computer keys rapidly clicked, and Michael raised the volume of his music, leaving Hattori in a state of distress and difficult-to-see text.
'kay. I'm off to go work on some roleplay applications or something. bye.
Edit- Pimping a roleplay community over at GJ, because it really needs to be pimped. Anniwer is a really cool game and it needs to be kicked back into activity. Multi-fandom, set in South Carolina. Yeah, it's cool stuff. Plz 2 b joining.
The clerical duties of the STN-J never ceased in fluxation long enough for Hattori to fall into a reverie of any sort, but his concentration was suffering that day. It was difficult to ignore Michael's incessant typing as it was, but the clacking of shoes was enough to make him peer up from a stack of papers. Miss Dojima struck a conversation with Haruto Sakaki, more than ready to get home after an exhausting few hours of witch hunting.
"I'll give you a ride home, Sakaki. Did you see the way he almost buried Miho alive? Thank goodness Amon was there. That new girl's aim did nothing to stop that thing.."
As the young pair conversed, Hattori sighed forsakenly. He would never know the excitement that those two faced on a regular basis, and fate had decided that his role as the cranky, boring filing clerk would not evolve any time soon. How could they take for granted the successful lives they forged with each new endeavor? Growing as friends, as people, as hunters. The only thing that was improving was Hattori's accounting skills.
The computer keys rapidly clicked, and Michael raised the volume of his music, leaving Hattori in a state of distress and difficult-to-see text.
'kay. I'm off to go work on some roleplay applications or something. bye.
Edit- Pimping a roleplay community over at GJ, because it really needs to be pimped. Anniwer is a really cool game and it needs to be kicked back into activity. Multi-fandom, set in South Carolina. Yeah, it's cool stuff. Plz 2 b joining.