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Post by KREVA on Jan 17, 2011 15:28:30 GMT
They were both on the cell phone. With each other.
"Aww c'mon man, Imma toldja fer the last time, dude! Five o'clock! F.I.V.E. freakin' o'clock! Damned! Not six, not seven, bro!"
Kreva was seated at his desk in the staff room, hunched over half a pile of music composition assignments and was in the midst of marking them when his good friend called in to bug him about something.
"It's the EPL! How couldja get the EPL timing mixed up?! URGGGHHH! TOTTENHAM HATES ON YOU NAO!!!!"
...Looks like Kaoru didn't manage to set the recording time for that Tottes VS Man U match right.
"Uggggghhhh! Now Imma hafta stick to seein' the goddamned stream! Dr K hates on you nao....."
His now-blonde head sank to the table with a quiet thud, all over his students' work.
"No moar beer fer ya. 'N stop drinkin' my Choya! It's half a bottle now, Kao! Half!! N' I ain't even gotten a sip! Don't care. Ya be owin' me coffee. Today's Sumatra sucks big time..."
Groan......
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Post by Kaoru on Jan 18, 2011 4:52:52 GMT
There was an amused chuckle from the speaker on the other end.
"You don't hate me. Don't lie." There was still a hint of amusement in the words as the sound of heavily booted footfalls echoed in the background. "There'll be other games." There was the creak of an opening door and the background noise shifted to that of an indoor setting.
Suddenly the staff door swung open to reveal Kaoru in a pair of ragged jeans, a black sweater and black boots. His worn down bag hung from his shoulder, stuffed to bursting with assignments, his laptop and various other notes. A pair of sunglasses covered his eyes.
"Besides, we can always just go to the nearest-" He froze mid-sentence, eyes narrowing on the figure currently slumped over the desk with a cellphone. Shock would have been a mild way to describe the expression on his face. "What the fuck happened to your hair?"
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Post by KREVA on Jan 18, 2011 4:59:33 GMT
"It be hatin' on yer."
Kreva groaned into his deskful of student works, shoulders still slumped and facedown on all the papers and stuff.
"Urrrggggghhhh......Kaoooooooooooooooooo!!!"
WHINE!
"WHY! WRY??! WRY DO YA DO DIS TO MEH?!"
Kreva let out a long theatrical wail.
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Post by Kaoru on Jan 18, 2011 5:29:01 GMT
"...you look like Aki." Kaoru was still standing in the lounge doorway, arms now crossed over his chest as he continued to stare at the short blond strands. Where the hell had he been when this choice had been made? Obviously far, far away because he wouldn't have let his friend go through with it.
"Seriously. What happened?" He took a few steps in and then moved around the desk to observe the hair cut from all angles. Inked fingers reached out to tug on one spiky section. The game was momentarily forgotten as sunglasses were pushed up onto his head. "How much hair gel are you wearing exactly?"
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Post by KREVA on Jan 18, 2011 5:53:21 GMT
"Cos he did it, mebbe?"
Another strangled sob.
"When Imma sleepin' right here two days ago, yo!"
WAILLLLLL!
"UWAAAAAAHHHH KAOOOOOOOOO!"
Kreva finally jumped off his seat to clutch onto one of his buddy's legs, sobbing there into his cellphone even if the actual person was already there.
"IMMA GOT HAIR RAPED. AND NAO, SOCCER-DEPRIVED! ME LIFE IS IN SHAMBLES!"
How much hair gel?
"....Ehhh....a hell lot?"
Then he went back to sobbing.
"KAOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
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Post by Kaoru on Jan 18, 2011 6:06:39 GMT
"Hair raped? Did you expel him?" Kaoru certainly would have. Aki was a menace, the bane of the teacher's existance. Why the kid hadn't been kicked out by now astounded him.
He patted the top of Kreva's head in consolation, grimacing slightly at the sharp texture his skin encountered. "Cheer up man, I came to pick you up so we could go to the closest bar with HD to watch the rest of the game." Very delicately, he extracted Kreva's cellphone from the now-blond's hand and set it on the desk.
"So stop crying and come on already. We'll miss the second half...plus I bought you some pocky." A soft spot of his friend and fellow colleague.
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Post by KREVA on Jan 18, 2011 6:13:29 GMT
(OwO)!!!
Immediately Kreva looked up with a spark of hope returning to those expressive eyes.
"ILU!"
This is what he calls BROMANCE.
Kreva threw himself all over Kaoru for a big tight buddy hug.
"Aight! We go nao!"
...Provided he would untangle himself for Kaoru for just one second....else the other teacher wouldn't be able to move...
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Post by Kaoru on Jan 18, 2011 6:37:00 GMT
"We can go as soon as you let go of me...I can't walk, or drive with you draped all over me." He nudged Kreva to no effect. Apparently the man didn't understand the direct orders.
"I said," The shove was slightly less polite than his pervious nudge. "You need to let go before we can leave. I have to walk and drive...Kreva, seriously?" Inked hands went instantly for the other man's tickle spots. As soon as Kreva yelped, his hold loosened and the shorter teacher made a dash for freedom. Pausing in the doorway he smirked.
"I'm parked out front. Come on."
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Post by KREVA on Jan 18, 2011 6:42:28 GMT
"GUHHHH!!!!"
WTF?!
Pocky isn't a free pass to bullying him! Seriously! But sure enough, Kreva released his grip on his good friend once his sensitive areas were relentlessly attacked, and he pretended to sob as he crawled towards the doorway. But the man regained his composure and stood up, brushing all his grovelling tendencies away along with the dust on his clothes, to join Kaoru.
"Imma still angry with ya."
He grinned.
Not so convincing with that grin, aye.
"So how do ya like the new hairdo? Aki did not bad...though Imma thinkin' of gettin' all the blonde parts black again. Damned. Been gettin' too attached to me curls, ya know whut I mean?"
They both made a slow, casual stroll towards Kaoru's car.
"How was class just now? Yer late fer break. Like...one freak hour late. Somethin' happened?"
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Post by Kaoru on Jan 20, 2011 5:03:46 GMT
"I'm not a fan of the blond." Kreva's hair or the student who'd cut it.
A comfortable silence lapsed between them as they headed outside, the air humid despite Kaoru's choice to wear a sweater.
"Hm? Oh, no...just the usual. Someone wanted to play something for me, to see what I thought. It wasn't a school composition, a personal one, so I figured there was no harm but it ran late and then it wasn't until I was heading out that I realized I'd fucked the timing so I called you and...viola. Here I am." He gestured at himself.
They'd finally arrived at his car and he clicked the remote to unlock it, going around to the driver's side.
"Did you seriously not get that idiot expelled for doing that to you?" He gestured inked and ringed fingers at his colleague's hair. "If he so much as touched a single hair on my goddamned head I would have gotten myself fired."
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Post by KREVA on Jan 20, 2011 5:19:36 GMT
"Ugh....Well Imma okay wit' it...Free dye and haircut, why not? Haha...Weather's freaky hot anyways."
That was Kreva, the ever-optimist.
"....Naaaah, he's a good kid. Really sweet sometimes."
Key word: SOMETIMES.
The man got into the passenger's seat and immediately started toying with the radio.
"Uwahhhh! Who's on FreeWave today? Didja hear? Keisuke Kuwata-san just recovered from his throat cancer! Damned! All his lives are rescheduled...Imma got my refund but yaw!"
He was talking about the vocalist for Southern All Stars, a veteran rock band from the 1970s and practically a Japanese icon now with chart-topping sounds.
"Bank Band invited me two years ago to sing on the same stage as Kuwata-san, y'know. MAN that guy's a LEGEND!!!"
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Post by Kaoru on Jan 20, 2011 5:31:23 GMT
"Sometimes my ass." The teacher muttered, making sure Kreva was entirely in the vehicle before pulling out and navigating the parkinglot.
He arched a brow behind his glasses at Kreva's outburst, chuckling lightly. "Good. Now I don't have to listen to you whine about your refund...but seriously, I'm glad he's okay." Kreva was right. The man was a legend and not just loved by fans but by those in the industry as well.
He pulled out into traffic, reaching to knock Kreva's hand out of the way so that the radio changed to a rock station.
"How much game time is left?" He asked.
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Post by KREVA on Jan 21, 2011 4:50:11 GMT
"Mnn.....forty five minutes, if we get lucky."
Kreva grunted as he checked his watch, looking just a little annoyed when his hand got swatted away from the radio.
"Damned shit...I just remembered I got fuckin' class at eight!! Shit...!"
Which means he can't booze to his heart's content. And that he can't hang around after that, too.
"Uggggh...."
Kreva sank back into his seat dejectedly, looking out into the traffic. Then the corner of his eyes caught sight of a pretty gyaru crossing the streets.
(OwO)
"Hey...hey hey, hey man, check out the legs on that one....oh baby...yeah!"
Sweet<3!
He nudged Kaoru's gear arm repeatedly despite the fact that his friend was still driving.
"See that? See that?!"
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Post by Kaoru on Jan 25, 2011 7:05:09 GMT
Again Kaoru's eyes rolled behind his sunglasses but he found himself saying 'yes' just to stop the nudging. He hadn't really looked and most of the girls Kreva found attractive weren't his type. There hadn't been a girl who'd caught his interest enough for a fuck in a few months.
"And I don't care if you have class. So do I. We've both taught hungover before. Suck it up and take it like a man." He shot a reproving look at the MC. "What do you think aspirin is for?"
He took a sharp turn, the girl disappearing from sight as the car was swallowed up by a smaller side-street. Two more minutes saw him pulling into a tiny space and turning off the ignition.
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Post by KREVA on Jan 25, 2011 7:25:14 GMT
"Tsk....tsk...!!! AWW! Ohhhh.........hey...HEY! LEGS, man...LEGS! YER SWERVING US AWAY FROM PURTY LEGS!!"
By now Kreva had unwound the car window to stick his head and shoulders out of the car to see that gyaru walking off in the opposite direction, his arms resting on the ledge as he tried a whistle.
"CUTE SOCKS, GAL!!"
The man hollered enthusiastically backwards, catching the girl's attention and she turned around to giggle at Kreva.
"WOOOOT!"
Showing a thumbs up before getting back into the car.
"Man, yer mood kill, ya know?"
Sighing now as the memory of pretty legs faded and the fact that he was stuck with a MALE companion settled in. Oh well. Soccer always made things better. He unbuckled and shuffled out of the car.
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