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tampered2006-05-09 08:25 pm
i-love-crock.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2006-05-09 08:25 pm
totally not even friendly
When; Now
Rating; R for language
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i_love_crock, at_titude, and anyone in B#11 who wants to drop in
Summary; Spitfire has extremely questionable taste in music. ...actually, Spitfire is questionable. Period.
A twitch shot across Kaito's face so hard and his mouth so twisted fast that teeth nearly cleaved the end of his cigarette off cleanly. Eyes attempted to drill fiery holes into the apartment door before his irritated self, as music violently vibrated off the wood, desecrating his brain.
WHAT THE FUCK. Why had he agreed to this rooming arrangement in the first place? He fucking hated AT users!Well, granted, some weren't half as bad when obeying the law. So why the fuck was he sharing a room with, not only a road king, but a fucking gay beautician-by-day and FLAMING FUCKING PLAYBOY FIREHEAD-BY-NIGHT?
Sucking on his cigarette as if holding a severe grudge against the comfort, Kaito pushed into the apartment, slamming the door shut behind his entrance. Although irritation shimmered from his lean body like ghostly crimson lightning, his face managed to keep a relative calm. Somewhat calm. At least his mouth hadn't erupted with curses. Yet.
Rating; R for language
Characters;
i_love_crock, at_titude, and anyone in B#11 who wants to drop inSummary; Spitfire has extremely questionable taste in music. ...actually, Spitfire is questionable. Period.
A twitch shot across Kaito's face so hard and his mouth so twisted fast that teeth nearly cleaved the end of his cigarette off cleanly. Eyes attempted to drill fiery holes into the apartment door before his irritated self, as music violently vibrated off the wood, desecrating his brain.
WHAT THE FUCK. Why had he agreed to this rooming arrangement in the first place? He fucking hated AT users!
Sucking on his cigarette as if holding a severe grudge against the comfort, Kaito pushed into the apartment, slamming the door shut behind his entrance. Although irritation shimmered from his lean body like ghostly crimson lightning, his face managed to keep a relative calm. Somewhat calm. At least his mouth hadn't erupted with curses. Yet.