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Jan 15, 2009 18:23

WHO: Mashiro, Takasato
WHAT: Trying to get Senor Emo out of his funk, and flinging female items around.
WHERE: Room 1001
WHEN: Uhhh...J-January?
WARNINGS: ...if there is going to be a problem, I'll edit this. 8D;

( Let's all sing like drunken transvestites in prison! )

mashiro ichijou, takasato kaname

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shotacorn January 15 2009, 19:20:34 UTC

Takasato, pencil poised over his sketch, shook himself out of his daze at his roommate's words, and turned his head to look. "I'm fine," he said, after a beat of silence.

He stared down at his sketch, unable to figure out himself what he was drawing. He wouldn't be able to use this for anything. His fist clenched with the thought, and with a snap, his pencil broke in two.

Takasato sighed, and bent down to rummage in his bag for something else to write with. Nothing.

"Mashiro, could I borrow a pen?" he asked, frowning as he noticed the hole in the bottom of his bag.

malemen January 15 2009, 19:28:02 UTC

Mashiro glanced down at the remains of the splintered, broken pencil on the floor, then back up at Takasato, who was now rummaging around in his bag. "You...don't seem okay," he said slowly. His roommate wasn't the most expressive crayon in the box, but he certainly didn't always give off this dismal vibe. It was almost...jarring, in a way.

He shook himself out of his thoughts quickly. "Oh. Yeah. It's on my dresser over there." He pointed across the room to the dresser that held his clothes, with a pen sitting on top of it. He was feeling exhausted and couldn't be bothered to get it at the moment.

shotacorn January 15 2009, 19:43:59 UTC

Takasato walked over to the opposite dresser, looking back towards his roommate as he pulled open the drawer. "It doesn't matter," he said, turning back to look inside for the pen.

....Oh...kay.......

malemen January 15 2009, 19:47:58 UTC

Realizing that he probably should've gone up to get it himself, he said, "If you want, I can--"

Mashiro turned his head to see where Takasato had gone, and immediately flushed bright red, forgetting all fatigue. He jumped up and sprang for the dresser, trying to shut the drawer without getting anyone's fingers in.

"That's! N-no, it's not--I-I--this...!" Between the giant jumble of thoughts running through his head, Mashiro couldn't pick the right words to say anything, and instead stood there babbling like an idiot with the drawer, his face such a bright hue of red that it almost looked like he had paint smeared across his face.

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