MOVIE DAY, SHISUI. YOU KNOW THAT THAT MEANS. <3crimson_proseFebruary 22 2007, 04:24:02 UTC
Itachi thought that, if he were going to have contemplated skipping a day, today would've been the day to do it. All in all, things had started out normally and simply declined. But he knew he couldn't have afforded it, seeing that he'd missed the Valentine's Day class out of bitterness directed at Jiraiya and the literature proffessor's straightforward way of teaching and overanalysis of his words. (He didn't really care about the strange looks he'd gotten - he cared more about the teacher's style of headstrong inquiry, as if Itachi's writing were a frog that needed dissecting, and he'd needed air afterwards, badly enough to go home to get it.)
Practicals were all well and good in Itachi's mind, but they made it too easy for Orochimaru to scrutinize him, which he hated with a passion (the same heated passion with which he hated the serpent) so he was almost glad to be free of them. But at the same time, the last thing Itachi had ever liked to be was bored, and staring at a screen without moving for an hour seemed to him the most
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NAN DESU KA? :DDDwhispered_flowFebruary 22 2007, 04:53:19 UTC
Shisui was leaning back in his chair, a vague rotation of his shoulders, before slinging an arm over the back of it, the other arm upon the desk with a pencil, notebook out for the obvious action of note taking, not that it was needed very much, considering the Uchiha usually tended to have notably good memory. (If not some what photographic.) But he likes to write, because otherwise outside school he has no need to write, and thinking about writing he thinks a little on Sasuke ("What do you want to be when you grow up?") and the whispy smile on his face does not change (as cold water cannot before warm water with only a drop of heat) and he does not sigh. A brow arched as Orochimaru speaks, laxing, talk in relation to genetics. To the family. ("What would I know?") The video whirls into play.
He glances over to Itachi. That one look asking almost- (amused, bemused, there was no difference, and eh eholds the pencil higher, no longer leaning in his chair, arms braced upon the desk) bored already? And Itachi's eyes have already been on
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ALL THE GOOD STUFF BABY. ALLLL THE GOOD STUFF.crimson_proseFebruary 22 2007, 09:21:13 UTC
Itachi takes his own spiral and curves the dark blue cover back across the thin cardboard backcover with a small sound in his throat, something half bored and hald inquisitive, as if he's about to really think about something. He sets the book down afront him, and looks at the college-ruled binder paper which glows a light blue. (He hasn't missed Shisui's notice, and his cousin's smile has given him a strange idea.) He folds his arms across his chest a second and then goes back into his book bag for a pen
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AWH ITACHI DAISUKI. ANDERRORINMYPREVIOUSCOMMENT. I HATEYOULIIIIFE.whispered_flowFebruary 23 2007, 00:12:25 UTC
No one talks and it's authoritive fear, nothing like learning to freshen young minds up when they hardly liked to do so at all. It's almost eerie, indistinct, not fresh, but heavy and old and Shisui writes nothing, the replacement and defect. Perhaps he too wanted to say ("Boring-") and he's out of tea, cap, uncapped but bottle empty. It is a horrid period full of lessons already learned, but not taught. He'd check to see what Orochimaru was doing right now, but it's not that he doesn't care, it's just that he does not care enough. Instead he glances about the room, it not dark enough, and the light from screen is noiseless, and the video whirling in the VCR seems louder than the sound from the actual film. (Again
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Re: AWH ITACHI DAISUKI. ANDERRORINMYPREVIOUSCOMMENT. I HATEYOULIIIIFE.crimson_proseFebruary 23 2007, 01:55:09 UTC
Itachi sits back in his chair and studies Shisui's hands with the air of a buyer, as if he would purchase them if they were put in a display case with their owner. (But everyone knows that even if he paid for them, he would beat whoever had put them there to death, even it was himself.) The silence that hangs over the room is thick and heavy, and his eyes flick, and he blinks, clearing his vision for half a second and taking in the television monitor for a second (the normal human eye blinks approximately twenty times a minute, and Itachi is said to blink differently - nineteen at the most, seven at the least, thirteen times at the most and he was told by the French doctor that that was unlucky number in Western culture and he had stared at her, and she had laughed, thinking she was witty.)
He sighs and blinks again, and takes his eyes away (it bores him to the extent that he reviles it within seconds) and he refocusses on Shisui. He's now assured that if he is careful (very careful) he will be able to entertain himself elseways, and
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Practicals were all well and good in Itachi's mind, but they made it too easy for Orochimaru to scrutinize him, which he hated with a passion (the same heated passion with which he hated the serpent) so he was almost glad to be free of them. But at the same time, the last thing Itachi had ever liked to be was bored, and staring at a screen without moving for an hour seemed to him the most ( ... )
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He glances over to Itachi. That one look asking almost- (amused, bemused, there was no difference, and eh eholds the pencil higher, no longer leaning in his chair, arms braced upon the desk) bored already? And Itachi's eyes have already been on ( ... )
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He sighs and blinks again, and takes his eyes away (it bores him to the extent that he reviles it within seconds) and he refocusses on Shisui. He's now assured that if he is careful (very careful) he will be able to entertain himself elseways, and ( ... )
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