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writetomyheart2015-07-13 06:26 pm
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[team four] the daily grind
short and does not make sense, ごめんなさい. university au. tbc.
“Was the water running when I left the apartment earlier?” Kamiyama rubs his forehead (red from Ryusei flicking his fingers at it in annoyance), words muffled through a mouthful of soba.
That’s bad table manners right there, and Ryusei narrows his eyes as he settles across the table.
Kamiyama swallows his noodles and gulps down some water before looking back up at Ryusei. “Sorry, I was in a bit of a rush this morning, --”
“Three lab papers due this week and your baby thesis, I know,” Ryusei finishes for him, dumping a folder filled with a stack of papers on the table. The documents are held together by color-coded clips. “You think I didn’t notice?”
He’s answered by a sheepish smile. “I didn’t think my nightly ruckus would wake you up.”
Kamiyama liked to study with music on, and sometimes he forgot to use headphones and keep the noise to himself. That isn’t what Ryusei means, though.
“Nozomu swears he’s seen more ground up coffee beans on our recyclables this week than he has in the cafe he works at.”
“It’s only until Friday, I promise,” and Kamiyama takes the half-empty paper cup of black coffee from his lunch tray, the contents slightly sloshing around. Ryusei scrunches up his nose at it like the beverage has personally wronged him.
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“Was the water running when I left the apartment earlier?” Kamiyama rubs his forehead (red from Ryusei flicking his fingers at it in annoyance), words muffled through a mouthful of soba.
That’s bad table manners right there, and Ryusei narrows his eyes as he settles across the table.
Kamiyama swallows his noodles and gulps down some water before looking back up at Ryusei. “Sorry, I was in a bit of a rush this morning, --”
“Three lab papers due this week and your baby thesis, I know,” Ryusei finishes for him, dumping a folder filled with a stack of papers on the table. The documents are held together by color-coded clips. “You think I didn’t notice?”
He’s answered by a sheepish smile. “I didn’t think my nightly ruckus would wake you up.”
Kamiyama liked to study with music on, and sometimes he forgot to use headphones and keep the noise to himself. That isn’t what Ryusei means, though.
“Nozomu swears he’s seen more ground up coffee beans on our recyclables this week than he has in the cafe he works at.”
“It’s only until Friday, I promise,” and Kamiyama takes the half-empty paper cup of black coffee from his lunch tray, the contents slightly sloshing around. Ryusei scrunches up his nose at it like the beverage has personally wronged him.
//passes baton to
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