Am I lame enough to post fanfic on my lj?
You better bet your britches I am.
The living room was dark, lit dimly by a small yellowed lamp by the couch. A fan beat weakly high on the vaulted ceiling. Such heat this time of year was usual. The boys were certain that if there had been newscasters to say so, today would have been a record high.
Everything the boys touched seemed to instantly be coated with a fine layer of sticky sweat. Sighing softly a boy appeared from beneath a tumble of legs on the couch. His skin made a sound like velcro as it pulled away from the leather of the sofa. The body he was under shifted sluggishly.
"Hey Shin," drawled the blue-haired boy, an arm thrown over his eyes. The words stumbled from his mouth, still sedated with the earlier celebration of his birthday. He practically spilled off the couch with the length of his awkward teenage limbs.
"Yes, Touma?" asked the auburn-haired boy. He primly attempted to shift the worst of his friends weight off of him, suffocated by the heat.
"Shiiin," whined the boy again, sitting up with what was certainly an unpleasant jerk. His hand flew to his forehead, his wide blue eyes following the shifting lines of the room.
"What, Touma? I heard you the first time," Shin murmured. Touma leaned forward, closer than the trapped boy would have liked, his blue hair falling into his eyes. The unfocused expression gave him a devilish look. Shin could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"I got somethin' to tell ya," he purred.
"I gathered that, Tou-chan." Shin jided. "What is it?"
"I wish I was a DNA helicase," Touma slurred, slinging his arms around the shorter boy, holding himself upright.
"And why is that?" Shin sighed, keeping a level expression on Touma's drunken, beaming face.
"Because if I was, I could unzip your genes."
The living room was dark, lit dimly by a small yellowed lamp by the couch. A fan beat weakly high on the vaulted ceiling. Such heat this time of year was usual. The boys were certain that if there had been newscasters to say so, today would have been a record high.
Everything the boys touched seemed to instantly be coated with a fine layer of sticky sweat. Sighing softly a boy appeared from beneath a tumble of legs on the couch. His skin made a sound like velcro as it pulled away from the leather of the sofa. The body he was under shifted sluggishly.
"Hey Shin," drawled the blue-haired boy, an arm thrown over his eyes. The words stumbled from his mouth, still sedated with the earlier celebration of his birthday. He practically spilled off the couch with the length of his awkward teenage limbs.
"Yes, Touma?" asked the auburn-haired boy. He primly attempted to shift the worst of his friends weight off of him, suffocated by the heat.
"Shiiin," whined the boy again, sitting up with what was certainly an unpleasant jerk. His hand flew to his forehead, his wide blue eyes following the shifting lines of the room.
"What, Touma? I heard you the first time," Shin murmured. Touma leaned forward, closer than the trapped boy would have liked, his blue hair falling into his eyes. The unfocused expression gave him a devilish look. Shin could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"I got somethin' to tell ya," he purred.
"I gathered that, Tou-chan." Shin jided. "What is it?"
"I wish I was a DNA helicase," Touma slurred, slinging his arms around the shorter boy, holding himself upright.
"And why is that?" Shin sighed, keeping a level expression on Touma's drunken, beaming face.
"Because if I was, I could unzip your genes."