YAOI 8DD

[shunshin_no_shishi]

Shisui is in his office, legs extended and crossed on his desk, looking at yaoi manga. You probably can tell because his cheeks are pink, and the apple he is eating has only a nibble in its side.

8D Come on, walk in on him~




[ooc: FFF YOU GUYSSSS Wake up!! D: Get this place alive and kicking and full of crazy. Seriously. I might even get Shishi to get in some LCD so they all can go Acid trippin ]

Comments

...they shouldn't go out drinking then :|

[deranged-art.livejournal.com]

[ It was pretty tough when he was a kid, true. High-school was different, though. He made a lot of money giving other students, and sometime teachers blow/hand jobs. The things he can do with his hands.

In his excuse, the money gained went for a good case-- he managed to travel and study art properly. ]

You do have girly eyes, you know. [ He smirks, placing a hand on his hip. ] I don't get the demon reference, though.

b'aww D: I keep picturing them as Harold n Kumar @ Guantanamo Bay. Dei= Harold. Shishi, Kumar |8

[hydrophobicity.livejournal.com]

[ Woah. It's probably best if Shisui doesn't get wind of this. He's like a kitten - so inquisitive. He'd want to know details. Lol but his childhood was full of shit, you can hardly guess with the mask he's wearing. Happy Shishi is happy now. ]

Eh. [ He points the cigarette in Deidara's direction and tilts his head. ] Don't start now.

Mm. The demon reference? [ Another drag, and after exhaling that puff of smoke, he looks back at Deidara with red irises. ]

omg lmao! XD

[deranged-art.livejournal.com]

[ Well, that’s something you don’t get to see every day!

Deidara inched a little closer, leaning in, eyes narrowed and lips slightly parted. Not only they were red, they had some black designs, marks drawn over it. As an artist—he was rather impressed and fascinated by it. ]

… wow. [ He bites his lips, smiling. His fingers itched for contact, reaching out to delicately lift Shisui’s chin. ] They’re beautiful.

which is why they should 8D bomb their way our of prison or go batshit crazy on warden

[hydrophobicity.livejournal.com]

[ He laughed here, bitterly if one took the time to notice, and closed his eyes, bringing Deidara's hand away from his chin and straightening up. When he opens them again, they are back to being just black. ]

Tch. Beautiful? [ He stares at his ever shortening cigarette ] At a price. [ He sucks in his last drag before burning his fingertips for a moment by crushing the lit end so that it crumpled in ashes ]

Deidara is used to drinking, he can tolerate it you know :|

[deranged-art.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[ Deidara shifted his gaze elsewhere, hands sliding down to his pockets and staying there. ]

Childhood, ha? Just thinking about it makes me want to drink, un.

This guy can too, but probably not as much as Dei. He becomes a whole other person~

[hydrophobicity.livejournal.com]

Hn. [ Screw childhood, y'know. He didn't have one~ ]

[ At the mention of drink, though, the smile is back. ] Heh. We should, sometime. Go out for drinks.

[deranged-art.livejournal.com]

I don’t know. Itachi wouldn’t want that to happen, I’m sure. [ He grins, turning to his side, ready to walk out since he had a class to attend. ]

Listen, if you’re boyfriend agrees to it— gimme and call and I’ll meet you tonight.

[hydrophobicity.livejournal.com]

Of course Itachi's coming~! [ Laughs ] Like he'd let me set foot in the house if I went alone.

Mm. I will! [ Now to go and convince Weasel, which he hoped wouldn't be so hard. ]

Later that night...

[hydrophobicity.livejournal.com]

[ TEXTS |: ]

Shit hit the fan. Can't come tonight. Sorry. Was looking forward to it.

[ He's sleeping in his car tonight |: ]

[deranged-art.livejournal.com]

[ Texts back. ]

Sure. Whatever. Didn't expect you to come anyway.