{Notes on a Napkin： 7； Over Fine Italian Wine
Choco： OH JIN.
Clementine： DRAWING ON HIS OWN FACE.
Choco： "PLEASE IGNORE THAT."
Clementine： I THINK HE DREW DRIPPING SNOT FOR HIMSELF TOO ALKSNLKNLKNJ.
Clementine： CLEARLY HE AND SHIGE NEED TO CHAT.
"Why are we here?" Jin asks crossly. He has better things to do with his time, damn it. Like call Pi.
"Well," Shige says. "They tell me I like myself too much, and apparently, you don't like yourself enough." A pause. "We're supposed to learn from each other."
Jin makes a face. "If I needed conceited, there's a K and a U in my own group."
"Asshole!" Kame calls from out in the hall from where he's supposed to be making sure neither Jin nor Shige leave the room. "I'm not conceited, I just know my worth."
"Sure, Prada!" Jin shouts back.
"Shut up," Kame retorts, and he sounds genuinely annoyed. Jin's expression is slightly perturbed. "Ueda's the Prada whore, I catwalked for Hermes. Shows how much you care, you dick."
"The brands all mix up for me!" Jin protests. He pauses, then calls out, "I thought you looked pretty."
"You can't even remember Hermes, but you can tell when boxers are from Dolce just by feeling the fabric," Kame accuses. "Don't lie, you just don't pay attention to me!"
"Hermes, Burberry, they're both good!" Jin protests.
Kame harumphs testily. "You are such an uncultured philistine. Why do I even bother."
Jin grins, lopsided and easy. "Because I'm the A to your K~" he sings.
"Spare me!" Shige shouts. "I'm still here!"
"...Oh, yeah," Jin says as if in afterthought. "I forgot about you."
Shige glares at him.
* * *
"So Yamapi thought that I'd learn self-worth from Shige," Jin crows to Ueda, who frowns. Jin's laughter falters; did he say something wrong?
"...who's Shige?" Ueda asks, looking as if he seriously doesn't know.
"...from NewS," Nakamaru supplies. "With Massu."
"The flea market boy!" Ueda says with a snap of his fingers, looking pleased with himself. "I know that one."
"Shige," Kame cuts in. "The smart one."
Ueda looks blank. "Look," he says after a pause, "when you're talking about NewS, that's not much of a hint."
Koki laughs so hard he snorts.
Clementine： DRAWING ON HIS OWN FACE.
Choco： "PLEASE IGNORE THAT."
Clementine： I THINK HE DREW DRIPPING SNOT FOR HIMSELF TOO ALKSNLKNLKNJ.
Clementine： CLEARLY HE AND SHIGE NEED TO CHAT.
"Why are we here?" Jin asks crossly. He has better things to do with his time, damn it. Like call Pi.
"Well," Shige says. "They tell me I like myself too much, and apparently, you don't like yourself enough." A pause. "We're supposed to learn from each other."
Jin makes a face. "If I needed conceited, there's a K and a U in my own group."
"Asshole!" Kame calls from out in the hall from where he's supposed to be making sure neither Jin nor Shige leave the room. "I'm not conceited, I just know my worth."
"Sure, Prada!" Jin shouts back.
"Shut up," Kame retorts, and he sounds genuinely annoyed. Jin's expression is slightly perturbed. "Ueda's the Prada whore, I catwalked for Hermes. Shows how much you care, you dick."
"The brands all mix up for me!" Jin protests. He pauses, then calls out, "I thought you looked pretty."
"You can't even remember Hermes, but you can tell when boxers are from Dolce just by feeling the fabric," Kame accuses. "Don't lie, you just don't pay attention to me!"
"Hermes, Burberry, they're both good!" Jin protests.
Kame harumphs testily. "You are such an uncultured philistine. Why do I even bother."
Jin grins, lopsided and easy. "Because I'm the A to your K~" he sings.
"Spare me!" Shige shouts. "I'm still here!"
"...Oh, yeah," Jin says as if in afterthought. "I forgot about you."
Shige glares at him.
* * *
"So Yamapi thought that I'd learn self-worth from Shige," Jin crows to Ueda, who frowns. Jin's laughter falters; did he say something wrong?
"...who's Shige?" Ueda asks, looking as if he seriously doesn't know.
"...from NewS," Nakamaru supplies. "With Massu."
"The flea market boy!" Ueda says with a snap of his fingers, looking pleased with himself. "I know that one."
"Shige," Kame cuts in. "The smart one."
Ueda looks blank. "Look," he says after a pause, "when you're talking about NewS, that's not much of a hint."
Koki laughs so hard he snorts.