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May. 4th, 2005 06:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tammaiyaWhy Ji and I both need more sleep:
Kattaiya (5:20:45 PM): no. translating will not happen. sleep wants to happen more kthx.
schiarire (5:21:05 PM): TAKE ME WITH YOU
Kattaiya (5:21:28 PM): we will elope... elope to the bedroom... haha sounds so dirty...
Kattaiya (5:21:38 PM): would make a good line in a song.
Kattaiya (5:21:59 PM): let's elope, you and me, to the bedroom where we can be freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Kattaiya (5:22:03 PM): *REALLY needs sleep*
schiarire (5:22:14 PM): yeah, dude.
schiarire (5:22:17 PM): *confiscates your guitar*
Kattaiya (5:22:26 PM): *actually does have a guitar*
schiarire (5:22:55 PM): i know.
schiarire (5:22:57 PM): i think.
Kattaiya (5:22:59 PM): heh.
Kattaiya (5:23:13 PM): fuck everything.
Kattaiya (5:23:19 PM): *headdesk*
Kattaiya (5:24:09 PM): i get another linguistics assignment tomorrow. it is so sad that i am looking forward to this.
schiarire (5:24:16 PM): i would like to fuck everything.
schiarire (5:24:18 PM): *wistful*
Kattaiya (5:24:22 PM): ...
Kattaiya (5:24:22 PM): ji
Kattaiya (5:24:25 PM): reread that.
schiarire (5:24:32 PM): ...
schiarire (5:24:38 PM): i...uh ...
schiarire (5:24:40 PM): meant it that way?
schiarire (5:24:41 PM): *leers*
Kattaiya (5:24:54 PM): *swoons*
*once she's done dying from laughter*
schiarire (5:25:05 PM): No, no, we can totally have a romantic laughing scene.
schiarire (5:25:09 PM): *brandishes muscles*
Kattaiya (5:25:27 PM): i'm in! *cackles in a delicate, fainting flower kind of way*
schiarire (5:25:52 PM): what a terrifying mental image. I mean ... arousing
Kattaiya (5:26:06 PM): like muscle brandishing, yes. XD
schiarire (5:26:16 PM): *flexes! extends!*
Kattaiya (5:26:21 PM): *dies*
Kattaiya (5:26:24 PM): this needs to go to lj
Kattaiya (5:26:27 PM): only i'm too lazy
schiarire (5:26:48 PM): I'm too not a big enough fan of revealing my manly facial hair to posterity. XD
Kattaiya (5:27:06 PM): i was thinking more the "i would like to fuck everything" comment. >D
schiarire (5:27:31 PM): Well, what can I say, posterity, man ...
Oh, I know.
schiarire (5:27:34 PM): Posterity ...
schiarire (5:27:35 PM): I am your father.
Kattaiya (5:27:48 PM): posterity sounds like posterior. hee hee hee.
Kattaiya (5:27:54 PM): *is tired* *and 5*
schiarire (5:28:02 PM): I can father those too?
schiarire (5:28:19 PM): *is tired ... and male? hates science*
Kattaiya (5:28:23 PM): you are the father of ass.
schiarire (5:28:38 PM): come with me and i will make you a fisher of asses
Kattaiya (5:28:43 PM): how does that compare to being the godfather of say, grunge?
schiarire (5:28:59 PM): less loyalty to da family.
Kattaiya (5:29:04 PM): goodo.
Kattaiya (5:29:29 PM): cheat on the missus, do you? with... uh... everything. clearly. you admitted it yourself.
schiarire (5:30:06 PM): Yeah, dude.
schiarire (5:30:17 PM): What did you even expect.
Kattaiya (5:30:32 PM): *shrug*
schiarire (5:31:04 PM): Science is a bitch in heels.
Kattaiya (5:31:40 PM): and it crushes you underneath those heels. sharp, sharp heels.
Also, Schuldig/Thom. Short. Yes.
Thom’s heels drummed a steady and vaguely annoying pattern against the box he was sitting on. Kick. Kick. Kick. He must have come to the conclusion that it wasn’t annoying enough, though, because he took a leaf out of the book of ancient Chinese water torture and started varying the pattern.
Kick. Kick. Silence. Kick. Silence. Kick kick.
There was nothing natural about the rhythm, and all in all it was probably irritating Thom more than it was Schuldig, because he soon went back to his regular kicking.
“What are you trying to accomplish?” Schuldig asked eventually, more out of boredom than any real desire to know. Had he actually been curious, he could have simply lifted it from Thom’s mind, but there was no fun in that.
Thom thought about this. “Nothing,” he said finally. “Other than breaking the monotony.”
“If we fucked,” Schuldig said idly, “it would probably be less boring.”
Thom seriously considered the proposal. It was very tempting to say yes; after all, he was incredibly, mind-numbingly bored.
“No thanks,” he answered, after careful deliberation. He liked being contrary.
“You did think about it, though,” Schuldig said smugly, and Thom rolled his eyes.
“So?”
“You know you want me.”
“Oh, yeah,” Thom said sarcastically. “Baby. I’m withering away without you.”
Smirk. “Of course. It’s the natural reaction.”
“Uh huh. Keep telling yourself that.”
Silence. Kick. Kick. Theatrical sigh.
“So, wanna fuck?”
“… Okay.”
My scanner won't work. Sigh.
Kattaiya (5:20:45 PM): no. translating will not happen. sleep wants to happen more kthx.
schiarire (5:21:05 PM): TAKE ME WITH YOU
Kattaiya (5:21:28 PM): we will elope... elope to the bedroom... haha sounds so dirty...
Kattaiya (5:21:38 PM): would make a good line in a song.
Kattaiya (5:21:59 PM): let's elope, you and me, to the bedroom where we can be freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Kattaiya (5:22:03 PM): *REALLY needs sleep*
schiarire (5:22:14 PM): yeah, dude.
schiarire (5:22:17 PM): *confiscates your guitar*
Kattaiya (5:22:26 PM): *actually does have a guitar*
schiarire (5:22:55 PM): i know.
schiarire (5:22:57 PM): i think.
Kattaiya (5:22:59 PM): heh.
Kattaiya (5:23:13 PM): fuck everything.
Kattaiya (5:23:19 PM): *headdesk*
Kattaiya (5:24:09 PM): i get another linguistics assignment tomorrow. it is so sad that i am looking forward to this.
schiarire (5:24:16 PM): i would like to fuck everything.
schiarire (5:24:18 PM): *wistful*
Kattaiya (5:24:22 PM): ...
Kattaiya (5:24:22 PM): ji
Kattaiya (5:24:25 PM): reread that.
schiarire (5:24:32 PM): ...
schiarire (5:24:38 PM): i...uh ...
schiarire (5:24:40 PM): meant it that way?
schiarire (5:24:41 PM): *leers*
Kattaiya (5:24:54 PM): *swoons*
*once she's done dying from laughter*
schiarire (5:25:05 PM): No, no, we can totally have a romantic laughing scene.
schiarire (5:25:09 PM): *brandishes muscles*
Kattaiya (5:25:27 PM): i'm in! *cackles in a delicate, fainting flower kind of way*
schiarire (5:25:52 PM): what a terrifying mental image. I mean ... arousing
Kattaiya (5:26:06 PM): like muscle brandishing, yes. XD
schiarire (5:26:16 PM): *flexes! extends!*
Kattaiya (5:26:21 PM): *dies*
Kattaiya (5:26:24 PM): this needs to go to lj
Kattaiya (5:26:27 PM): only i'm too lazy
schiarire (5:26:48 PM): I'm too not a big enough fan of revealing my manly facial hair to posterity. XD
Kattaiya (5:27:06 PM): i was thinking more the "i would like to fuck everything" comment. >D
schiarire (5:27:31 PM): Well, what can I say, posterity, man ...
Oh, I know.
schiarire (5:27:34 PM): Posterity ...
schiarire (5:27:35 PM): I am your father.
Kattaiya (5:27:48 PM): posterity sounds like posterior. hee hee hee.
Kattaiya (5:27:54 PM): *is tired* *and 5*
schiarire (5:28:02 PM): I can father those too?
schiarire (5:28:19 PM): *is tired ... and male? hates science*
Kattaiya (5:28:23 PM): you are the father of ass.
schiarire (5:28:38 PM): come with me and i will make you a fisher of asses
Kattaiya (5:28:43 PM): how does that compare to being the godfather of say, grunge?
schiarire (5:28:59 PM): less loyalty to da family.
Kattaiya (5:29:04 PM): goodo.
Kattaiya (5:29:29 PM): cheat on the missus, do you? with... uh... everything. clearly. you admitted it yourself.
schiarire (5:30:06 PM): Yeah, dude.
schiarire (5:30:17 PM): What did you even expect.
Kattaiya (5:30:32 PM): *shrug*
schiarire (5:31:04 PM): Science is a bitch in heels.
Kattaiya (5:31:40 PM): and it crushes you underneath those heels. sharp, sharp heels.
Also, Schuldig/Thom. Short. Yes.
Thom’s heels drummed a steady and vaguely annoying pattern against the box he was sitting on. Kick. Kick. Kick. He must have come to the conclusion that it wasn’t annoying enough, though, because he took a leaf out of the book of ancient Chinese water torture and started varying the pattern.
Kick. Kick. Silence. Kick. Silence. Kick kick.
There was nothing natural about the rhythm, and all in all it was probably irritating Thom more than it was Schuldig, because he soon went back to his regular kicking.
“What are you trying to accomplish?” Schuldig asked eventually, more out of boredom than any real desire to know. Had he actually been curious, he could have simply lifted it from Thom’s mind, but there was no fun in that.
Thom thought about this. “Nothing,” he said finally. “Other than breaking the monotony.”
“If we fucked,” Schuldig said idly, “it would probably be less boring.”
Thom seriously considered the proposal. It was very tempting to say yes; after all, he was incredibly, mind-numbingly bored.
“No thanks,” he answered, after careful deliberation. He liked being contrary.
“You did think about it, though,” Schuldig said smugly, and Thom rolled his eyes.
“So?”
“You know you want me.”
“Oh, yeah,” Thom said sarcastically. “Baby. I’m withering away without you.”
Smirk. “Of course. It’s the natural reaction.”
“Uh huh. Keep telling yourself that.”
Silence. Kick. Kick. Theatrical sigh.
“So, wanna fuck?”
“… Okay.”
My scanner won't work. Sigh.
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Date: 2005-05-04 10:55 am (UTC)Hurruh.
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Date: 2005-05-04 11:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-05 06:39 am (UTC)...oh god, I'm sounding like my trail AST essey KILL ME NOW!
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Date: 2005-05-05 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-05 03:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-07 06:19 am (UTC)And why have I fallen in love with a pairing that exists NOWHERE?
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Date: 2005-05-07 07:33 am (UTC)That is always the way. *weeps bitter emo tears*
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Date: 2005-05-07 07:42 am (UTC)With the crackbar it is indeed always the way. ::shakes fist::
The universe may be too stupid to write it but you are not and this is a thing of happy. :D <3
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Date: 2005-05-07 07:58 am (UTC)And, er. I should. CURSE YOU UNIVERSITY! *shakes fist also*