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 him and this time his smile does broaden.
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.
He wonders if his own insolence could get him into trouble, in this class.
He sincerely doubts it.
(Itachi muses silently on ways to entertain himself.)
He sets his ballpoint pen down horizontally, so that gravity rolls it and it lays across the top of his notebook subtely, in a way that's almost peacable. He makes no move or effort to uncap it, but makes no show of his lack of enthusiasm. (What he puts on privately is his own business, isn't it? After all, Itachi is very-)
The science teacher flicks off the lights, and unlike other classes would, the students sit still and quiet, like wax dolls. The dark rain cloud that hang heavily outside the window make the curtained room all the darker - darker than it usually would (should?) be. The screen blinks on and the movie begins, and the sound of it echoes across the flat tiles and glows on the blank faces of students, who bend - almost as one - to begin taking notes as it begins.
If Itachi speaks, he will certainly be caught and loudly reprimanded.
But Uchihas are not really people for speaking. (Even Shisui abides by that general - obviously unspoken - rule, of sorts.)
He thinks that he will need to find a way to entertain himself.
He looks at his cousin again and raises an eyebrow.
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.)
(Boring.) He spots an eraser on the floor underneath the desk between his, occupied but the persons body moved so that their feet no longer block his rule of it; it bears the date "1954" and Shisui recollects that their is a song by that date (or 20 years younger, therefore 20 years older). The hand is empty on the desk and he does not stand to pick it up. He looks back to Itachi again, not idle, utterly idle.
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 he will not be caught or chastised for it if he makes it look like he is doing something "on task".
(If Itachi can multitask, it isn't a crime. Not yet.)
He smirks, sits back again, and keeps his face forward, resting his chin on one of his thin hands, his eyes watching him.
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 him and this time his smile does broaden.
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He wonders if his own insolence could get him into trouble, in this class.
He sincerely doubts it.
(Itachi muses silently on ways to entertain himself.)
He sets his ballpoint pen down horizontally, so that gravity rolls it and it lays across the top of his notebook subtely, in a way that's almost peacable. He makes no move or effort to uncap it, but makes no show of his lack of enthusiasm. (What he puts on privately is his own business, isn't it? After all, Itachi is very-)
The science teacher flicks off the lights, and unlike other classes would, the students sit still and quiet, like wax dolls. The dark rain cloud that hang heavily outside the window make the curtained room all the darker - darker than it usually would (should?) be. The screen blinks on and the movie begins, and the sound of it echoes across the flat tiles and glows on the blank faces of students, who bend - almost as one - to begin taking notes as it begins.
If Itachi speaks, he will certainly be caught and loudly reprimanded.
But Uchihas are not really people for speaking. (Even Shisui abides by that general - obviously unspoken - rule, of sorts.)
He thinks that he will need to find a way to entertain himself.
He looks at his cousin again and raises an eyebrow.
("Your opinion is...?")
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(Boring.) He spots an eraser on the floor underneath the desk between his, occupied but the persons body moved so that their feet no longer block his rule of it; it bears the date "1954" and Shisui recollects that their is a song by that date (or 20 years younger, therefore 20 years older). The hand is empty on the desk and he does not stand to pick it up. He looks back to Itachi again, not idle, utterly idle.
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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 he will not be caught or chastised for it if he makes it look like he is doing something "on task".
(If Itachi can multitask, it isn't a crime. Not yet.)
He smirks, sits back again, and keeps his face forward, resting his chin on one of his thin hands, his eyes watching him.
("Do you know what I have in mind?")
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