Uryuu sat at one of those small café tables that seemed hardly practical for more than two people to share. Barely enough room for a couple of coffee mugs, let alone plates for a proper meal. A glance to his watch proved that the hour was naught but five past twelve -- he didn't have class until the evening. It was one of those long stretches of ( Read more... )

After washing and cleaning the apartment until it shone, Ino found she was still frustrated over the flower shop, at her roommates, and at life in general. She did laundry, cooked, vacuumed, and dusted for hours but was still full of nervous, anxious energy. Looking around the apartment to see if her roommates had gotten the mail (shock, they hadn' ( Read more... )

A rhythmic clinking echoed through the otherwise empty basement - metal buttons hitting the inside of the dryer that looked like it was assembled some time in the 80's. Laundry day meant that Gin would have to wait in the basement, still slightly flooded from the storm a few weeks ago, for his clothes to finish to ensure they weren't stolen by ( Read more... )

It'd been a little over a month since the last party, but it seemed like much longer when you were stuck in an apartment with a brat like Sasuke, even if he could be fun sometimes.  Not that he'd ever admit it anyway.

He made sure the living room was free of old socks or cups-o-noodle and tossed a few blankets onto the couch.  He couldn't keep the ( Read more... )

Head tilted to the side, he stared at the building with narrowed eyes, a slight, listless smirk hovering over his lips. He registered the missing glass pane on the front door and spared a brief glance at the set of buzzers labeled with apartment numbers and tenant names in faint, faded print. Gin wondered momentarily if the buttons actually worked… ( Read more... )

[Started as a log 11/6 and being continued as a thread]

( He was glad it was over - the party that is. )

It was nice to have Chouji around the apartment to cook once in a while, considering the culinary skills of Ino, Kin, and Shikamaru. Between the three of them, they still couldn't figure out how to make the stove work properly most days. Chouji had been so busy with school and work (and honestly, so had she) that they rarely had a chance to see ( Read more... )

Uryuu didn't need to be told he was a moron. Because he, in fact, wasn't. However, he was often at a loss as to what to say to Kurosaki, when they hadn't laid eyes on each other in a long time, and yet -- there were just some things that didn't change. The word friend still didn't suit, didn't sit well with the relationship between them. It was ( Read more... )

backdated to 9/24.

The cool water rained down from the shower head, cold against her already chilled skin. Soi Fong disliked wasting water, and despite the long lengths it took for it to heat up, she'd stand underneath it as she turned the faucet. Algid water ( could feel like flames... )

[Parts played respectively in the log, unfinished as Shika and I would like to invite Kank to join in the fun, and perhaps conveniently walk in at an awkward moment. And I suppose that if they get rowdy, close neighbors (so maybe apartments 7, 9, 3 and 14 (as they all share walls/floors/ceilings)) could swing by and tell them to shut up/have a ( Read more... )