Apr 30, 2011 21:41
[Yoshimori hasn't been in school this month. He's been avoiding everyone and everything. He is busy. Very busy.]
[Okay maybe not. He's flopped on his bed, earbuds in, reading a book: Fabulous Fritters and Smashing Souffles. You can see one socked foot tapping to an unheard beat. In the background is his room, pretty much a teenage boy's pigsty. Candy wrappers and Starb*cks cups everywhere, piles of dirty clothes, food containers that look more like a science experiment, precarious stacks of magazines and CD's.]
[There's a formal school uniform he's never worn, and a Kekkaishi kimono hanging on the wall, but right now he's in a holey old t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts.]
[Yoshimori licks his thumb, turns a page, and begins to absently sing along with whatever is playing on those earphones.]
Da-nuh, duh nuh, da-naaaaaaaah, dananana dana nuh nuh.
Da na, duh nuh, da daaaaaaaaaaaaah, yeow!
Weeeeeeeeeeee--!!!
Here I am! Danunuh nuh nuh. Rock you like a hurricane!
Dananananaaaaah!!!!
[Is that an air guitar solo?]
[ooc: open to action! Replies will be done tomorrow night! Sorry, I have a conference to go to /groan]
sumimura yoshimori,
!4th wall boarding