If you care about my sanity and general state-of-well-being, you will give me a prompt right now.*
* The consequences of ignoring this message will likely include 5,400 words of Brian/Ted cuddling, Oishi/Kaidoh angst and just about anything else I can inflict on you.In other news, I spent most of the morning looking for pictures of Toda Erika. I
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It's a very good prompt! I think I may have deviated from it a little, though...
"Let's spy on Nobuta," Akira says and Shuuji blinks at him, once, twice, before even makes the usual mistake of replying. He probably should have just stuck his nose in his math textbook and pretended he didn't hear. Akira usually found something else to amuse himself with after about, oh, two seconds.
"She's not here." Or they weren't there. Either way, "Unless you've got cameras set up a few thousand miles from here tracking her every move, I don't think that it's possible."
"Booooooring, Shuuji," Akira pokes him in the forehead with a pencil, actually quite hard. He's going to have a small, dot-shaped bruise tomorrow. "Use your imagination, hn? Look at the television." He waves a hand in the general direction of the junked-up televison he bought on some old street vendor for a few hundred yen last week. It doesn't work, but Akira dumped it happily in a corner of his apartment, right next to the ( ... )
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That story = socute omg! ♥ It's so Shuji and so Akira.
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