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tampered2008-02-27 12:27 pm
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LOG; Ongoing
When; February 27, 2008
Rating; PG-13 [language]
Characters; Hiruma [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fuckingqb], Kurita [fuckingfatass]
Summary; Hiruma keeps Kurita from eating the cream puffs before practice.
Log;
By most people's standards, it was probably too early to even consider getting up, let alone contemplating work. For Hiruma, it was already approaching late, and he'd been expecting Kurita awake by now. He hd breakfast--bare bones and basic, but sufficient--ready on the table, but at the rate this was taking, he wouldn't have time to eat it before Hiruma would have to drag him off to practice. And the fucking fatty would be useless if he didn't eat before they left.
Hiruma, forgoing the courtesy of knocking, kicked Kurita's bedroom door open, chambering a round in the rifle he was holding. The gunfire would no doubt wake up Mamori (even if Kurita's snoring hadn't yet) so instead of the bursts of gunfire, Kurita instead got a foot in his gut.
"Wake up, you fucking fatty!"
Rating; PG-13 [language]
Characters; Hiruma [
fuckingqb], Kurita [fuckingfatass]Summary; Hiruma keeps Kurita from eating the cream puffs before practice.
Log;
By most people's standards, it was probably too early to even consider getting up, let alone contemplating work. For Hiruma, it was already approaching late, and he'd been expecting Kurita awake by now. He hd breakfast--bare bones and basic, but sufficient--ready on the table, but at the rate this was taking, he wouldn't have time to eat it before Hiruma would have to drag him off to practice. And the fucking fatty would be useless if he didn't eat before they left.
Hiruma, forgoing the courtesy of knocking, kicked Kurita's bedroom door open, chambering a round in the rifle he was holding. The gunfire would no doubt wake up Mamori (even if Kurita's snoring hadn't yet) so instead of the bursts of gunfire, Kurita instead got a foot in his gut.
"Wake up, you fucking fatty!"