I can't wait + Drabble
because today is technically my last day for English. I really hope he quits after this year...I mean --not just because of all the misunderstandings that happened but, he's old.I think that's half his problem right there. And he's going to China over the summer o_o
though seriously, how do you mistake assignments? Especially when they're clearly labeled in the email? Unless you don't read the email? Huh.
Ah well, I'm leaving for a meeting with him in about--10 minutes ish. *nods* and after that and after we talk we'll be done done donnnnnnne >:3
But other than that....I've been listening to Fairy Tail's main theme for a while now, it's so inspirational XD Which goes without saying, here's a little...drabbly thing.
From: panda_pon
Fandom: D.Gray Man (our Fantasy AU that we're doing)
Prompt: Toast (yes...toast)
Character(s): young!Tiedoll & young!Sokaro
Summary: So that's why Tiedoll liked his toast burnt.
A/N: Yes. They are roommates. Well--it could work, right? I hope? I think? maybe? Comments would be appreciated too XD I wanna know if people want us to uploaded parts of the RP here and whatnot
Some days Tiedoll wondered exactly why it was that he got up so early. It was barely noon --and somehow he managed to crack an eye open--and it was a /saturday/ no less. The one day he could sleep in for as long as he wanted and not have to worry about it.
Well, except for his roommate, of course, who he could hear shuffling around in the small kitchenet--the scent of something burning reaching his nose and /oh dear/ --he shot out of bed without much care for what he was wearing, or the fact that he hadn't managed to grab his glasses yet (and as such couldn't see).
A few stumbled and awkward movements had him flailing into the kitchenet--gripping the counter and asking, rather loudly, "What /are/ you doing?"
Sokaro looked up from what he was doing by the stove--toaster--/whatever was in that general direction/ --and Tiedoll didn't even want to begin to read the expression on his face (if he could read it) the sound of his voice was enough to know his thoughts, and --" Ah, so you /finally/ decided to get you lazy ass self up." He heard the scraping of good china along the counter top and he was vaguely aware that Sokaro was pointing at it--"That's your breakfast. Toast, the jams in the fridge. Not sure if it went bad yet."
Tiedoll frowned, but stumbled around the side of the counter, feeling around until he reached Sokaro's side, sniffing the area again but grabbing the plate thankfully, "You burned it again, didn't you?"
Sokaro let out a biting laugh, "Just the way you like it."
At noon, on a Saturday.
It was /far/ too early to be up.
though seriously, how do you mistake assignments? Especially when they're clearly labeled in the email? Unless you don't read the email? Huh.
Ah well, I'm leaving for a meeting with him in about--10 minutes ish. *nods* and after that and after we talk we'll be done done donnnnnnne >:3
But other than that....I've been listening to Fairy Tail's main theme for a while now, it's so inspirational XD Which goes without saying, here's a little...drabbly thing.
From: panda_pon
Fandom: D.Gray Man (our Fantasy AU that we're doing)
Prompt: Toast (yes...toast)
Character(s): young!Tiedoll & young!Sokaro
Summary: So that's why Tiedoll liked his toast burnt.
A/N: Yes. They are roommates. Well--it could work, right? I hope? I think? maybe? Comments would be appreciated too XD I wanna know if people want us to uploaded parts of the RP here and whatnot
Some days Tiedoll wondered exactly why it was that he got up so early. It was barely noon --and somehow he managed to crack an eye open--and it was a /saturday/ no less. The one day he could sleep in for as long as he wanted and not have to worry about it.
Well, except for his roommate, of course, who he could hear shuffling around in the small kitchenet--the scent of something burning reaching his nose and /oh dear/ --he shot out of bed without much care for what he was wearing, or the fact that he hadn't managed to grab his glasses yet (and as such couldn't see).
A few stumbled and awkward movements had him flailing into the kitchenet--gripping the counter and asking, rather loudly, "What /are/ you doing?"
Sokaro looked up from what he was doing by the stove--toaster--/whatever was in that general direction/ --and Tiedoll didn't even want to begin to read the expression on his face (if he could read it) the sound of his voice was enough to know his thoughts, and --" Ah, so you /finally/ decided to get you lazy ass self up." He heard the scraping of good china along the counter top and he was vaguely aware that Sokaro was pointing at it--"That's your breakfast. Toast, the jams in the fridge. Not sure if it went bad yet."
Tiedoll frowned, but stumbled around the side of the counter, feeling around until he reached Sokaro's side, sniffing the area again but grabbing the plate thankfully, "You burned it again, didn't you?"
Sokaro let out a biting laugh, "Just the way you like it."
At noon, on a Saturday.
It was /far/ too early to be up.