here is my fandom post, geez
ok. maybe someone could suggest something because i don't feel this is done. here it is, though.
drabble
inui, tezuka, yanagi, oishi
er, pg? g? i don't know
"According to my calculations..." Inui's voice scratched out as he peered at a notebook. There were random numbers, arrows and squiggles on the page: it didn't appear legible. At least, that's what Tezuka thought. He looked at Inui
"Are you going to go on?" he asked. Inui peered closer, notebook about four inches away from his face.
Yanagi suddenly leaned over Inui's shoulder, squinting, if it were possible. He grabbed the notebook in his gnarled hands and turned it 143 degrees counterclockwise.
"The data you are missing is this," he told Inui, making a mark with the pencil he plucked from behind Inui's ear.
Suddenly Inui's face "a-ha"'d and OIshi started another coughin fit, his dentures flying out and hitting Tezuka's knee before clattering to the floor.
"Thorry, thorry," he said a few minutes later, once the coughing had subsided. The other three were staring at him, waiting. He picked up the dentures and brought them to the sink to wash.
Tezuka looked back at Inui.
Inui adjusted his glasses.
Yanagi stepped back and made a polite cough.
"Tezuka. You need more fiber in your diet if you want to be regular. Approximately two tablespoons more per meal."
Tezuka pushed up his glasses, face red, at the same time as Inui did.
Yanagi chuckled.
so?? i know it needs something. but that's all i could come up with. all the practices mizuki-san has us on have drained my creativity. i have writers block. you can help if you want. or whatever.
i've got to go run more laps for muzuki-san. he's waiting.
drabble
inui, tezuka, yanagi, oishi
er, pg? g? i don't know
"According to my calculations..." Inui's voice scratched out as he peered at a notebook. There were random numbers, arrows and squiggles on the page: it didn't appear legible. At least, that's what Tezuka thought. He looked at Inui
"Are you going to go on?" he asked. Inui peered closer, notebook about four inches away from his face.
Yanagi suddenly leaned over Inui's shoulder, squinting, if it were possible. He grabbed the notebook in his gnarled hands and turned it 143 degrees counterclockwise.
"The data you are missing is this," he told Inui, making a mark with the pencil he plucked from behind Inui's ear.
Suddenly Inui's face "a-ha"'d and OIshi started another coughin fit, his dentures flying out and hitting Tezuka's knee before clattering to the floor.
"Thorry, thorry," he said a few minutes later, once the coughing had subsided. The other three were staring at him, waiting. He picked up the dentures and brought them to the sink to wash.
Tezuka looked back at Inui.
Inui adjusted his glasses.
Yanagi stepped back and made a polite cough.
"Tezuka. You need more fiber in your diet if you want to be regular. Approximately two tablespoons more per meal."
Tezuka pushed up his glasses, face red, at the same time as Inui did.
Yanagi chuckled.
so?? i know it needs something. but that's all i could come up with. all the practices mizuki-san has us on have drained my creativity. i have writers block. you can help if you want. or whatever.
i've got to go run more laps for muzuki-san. he's waiting.