Okay

[maderr]

Dear Metro Bitch,

"Turn your head this way" is NOT how you speak to someone who is giving you money. Fucking learn some goddamn manners.

Displeased,
Megan

In other news, chapter sixteen of treasure is up at storytreasure. Ki-chan assures me it's fine, but my feelings won't be hurt if someone disagrees. Strike it up to rampant paranoia due to the fact that I've been waiting for these chapters since I started this story.

Now I'm off to try to think happy thoughts and not fucking kill someone.

Comments

[raielchan.livejournal.com]

Just think, Vol 2 of Samurai Champloo comes out this upcoming Tuesday.

Which I guess we forgot to push for watching last weekend, but maybe next time we can watch a bunch of it or something.

[hayama-sb.livejournal.com]

Go ahead, Kill someone! You'll feel better, afterwards!

One small suggestion to Treasure?

[mailechan.livejournal.com]

"Show me the rest of your room, then. Is your bed in the center?"

"Come and see for yourself."

Taka laughed, though he didn't protest as he was pressed down onto the large, dark canopy in the middle of the room. "In a hurry?"

Ummm...gods, I hate to make you grumpier.

There seems to be no transition between them being on the balcony and the bedroom, even though I assume that his room is quite large. I think Raiden should have picked Taka up, carried him and thrown him onto the bed, diving in after him. ^_^

Happy Thought?

[mailechan.livejournal.com]

"I hate rain." Cody groused as he stared out the window of his bedroom.

"Will you stop sulking in front of the window and get over here?" Seiji glared up at Cody from his position on the floor beside Cody's bed, using it as a backrest. A notebook was in his lap, and beside him lay a calculus book, opened and dog-eared.

Cody turned back to Seiji and rolled his desk chair over to him. "You mean you're actually done?"

"Yes, of course I am. You've been glaring outside for twenty minutes now." He handed the notebook to Cody.

Cody looked at the problems on the lined paper. "Hmmm..." He took Seiji's pencil and scribbled a couple of corrections, then handed both pencil and notebook back to his friend. "I think you're getting the hang of it, Seiji."

Seiji looked quite pleased, and he looked at the corrections, erasing the marked areas to rework the problems. "It's easy because you explained it. I just don't understand what the teacher says."

Cody grinned. "That's because I can speak jock."

Seiji snorted. He waved at half dozen track medals and trophies on the top of Cody's bookshelf. "Takes one to know one."

"Yeah, but the latest one of those is at least a year old. YOU are making waves NOW." He rolled back to the window to glare at the dark clouds once again.

"While you are going to pot," Seiji said, a distracted frown on his face as he looked at his work. He was interrupted by a sponge football bouncing off the side of his head.

"Who's going to pot?!?" Cody glared at him.

"You." Seiji closed his notebook and grabbed the pillowy football, grinning. "You spend too much time indoors sulking in front of that computer of yours." He tossed the football back at Cody, who glared at him. "Probably can't even run to the end of the corner without catching your breath."

"I can still beat YOUR ass."

"You're on." Seiji grinned and stood up, stretching. "I can use a bit of a stretch."

Cody blinked. "Now?" He looked down at his t-shirt and jeans.

"Sure, what's a little rain? You've run in rain before. Why, chickening out?"

Cody jumped up from his chair, glaring daggers at his friend. "You're on." He started stretching as well. Now that he thought about it, seeing Seiji in a wet, clinging t-shirt and wet, clinging sweatpants wasn't something he wanted to miss out on.

Re: One small suggestion to Treasure?

[maderr.livejournal.com]

lmao. duly noted. thank you.