I can't brain today, I have the dumb
Mar. 30th, 2009 11:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciircee*tears hair* I am ready to drop-kick the stripper pole fic into the Sugar River. It's done. Mostly. Sort of. I've been tweaking it for two days and I just can't get it to a place where I'm happy with it. It's some ten or eleven pages and I just. I'm not happy with it. If I can't get it to my liking tomorrow I'm just going to post it as is either tomorrow night or on Wednesday morning just to get it off of my harddrive and away from my headspace. It seriously worked IN MY HEAD. In words...not so much.
For now I am going to take a break from it. Either I will write something else or I'll watch Ai no Kotodama or something. Though I don't know that watching Tokuyama kiss a boy is going to help me to stop glaring at the stripper pole. Make me happy? Sure. Make me happy about that fic? Ha. No.
"So," Kazue started.
Nino had learned a long time ago that when either his mother or his sister started the morning by 'so'ing at him, it was rarely something he wanted to hear. "Hmm?" he asked. He snagged the carton of orange juice from the fridge and drank directly from it. His sister gave him an exasperated look but let the juice thing slide. Even worse, he thought. "What?" he asked, wiping his mouth on his arm.
"Your friend is weird," she said.
"But you knew that before you agreed to marry him," Nino told her. "And probably even before you let him knock you up." He narrowly dodged her swat.
"I don't mean Jun," she said, swinging again and catching the back of his head as he was too slow to duck away a second time and still manage to stay on his feet. "Besides, he was my boyfriend before you ever met him."
Nino made a show of rubbing the back of his head. "He was only your blind date that night and you broke up with him four separate times in the last five years, once for more than two months. I've had custody of him more often so, technically, that would make him my friend more than your boyfriend."
"This isn't Kramer vs. Kramer," Kazue took the juice carton from him and shook it, giving him the evil eye as it turned up empty. "Anyhow, I meant Sho."
Which Nino already knew. "Staring at your stomach again?" he asked.
"It's like he's waiting for it to pop out. Like Alien or something," his sister agreed. "It wouldn't be bad if anybody could tell I was pregnant, I guess, except I don't think it shows yet. I don't think he'd even know if it was showing or not anyhow."
"He likes babies," Nino said. He was looking forward to Jun explaining the baby shower thing eventually. "You should be happy; I promised him that he could have you and it if Jun decided to fuck off."
Kazue stared at him. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked after a moment.
"It was him or Aiba," Nino shrugged, boosting himself up to sit on the counter as his sister began to assemble the ingredients for omelet rice. "And you know Aiba—he'd treat it like a puppy until it could talk."
"Quit trying to marry me off to your weirdo friends," Kazue told him.
"You started it," Nino reminded her smugly.
For now I am going to take a break from it. Either I will write something else or I'll watch Ai no Kotodama or something. Though I don't know that watching Tokuyama kiss a boy is going to help me to stop glaring at the stripper pole. Make me happy? Sure. Make me happy about that fic? Ha. No.
"So," Kazue started.
Nino had learned a long time ago that when either his mother or his sister started the morning by 'so'ing at him, it was rarely something he wanted to hear. "Hmm?" he asked. He snagged the carton of orange juice from the fridge and drank directly from it. His sister gave him an exasperated look but let the juice thing slide. Even worse, he thought. "What?" he asked, wiping his mouth on his arm.
"Your friend is weird," she said.
"But you knew that before you agreed to marry him," Nino told her. "And probably even before you let him knock you up." He narrowly dodged her swat.
"I don't mean Jun," she said, swinging again and catching the back of his head as he was too slow to duck away a second time and still manage to stay on his feet. "Besides, he was my boyfriend before you ever met him."
Nino made a show of rubbing the back of his head. "He was only your blind date that night and you broke up with him four separate times in the last five years, once for more than two months. I've had custody of him more often so, technically, that would make him my friend more than your boyfriend."
"This isn't Kramer vs. Kramer," Kazue took the juice carton from him and shook it, giving him the evil eye as it turned up empty. "Anyhow, I meant Sho."
Which Nino already knew. "Staring at your stomach again?" he asked.
"It's like he's waiting for it to pop out. Like Alien or something," his sister agreed. "It wouldn't be bad if anybody could tell I was pregnant, I guess, except I don't think it shows yet. I don't think he'd even know if it was showing or not anyhow."
"He likes babies," Nino said. He was looking forward to Jun explaining the baby shower thing eventually. "You should be happy; I promised him that he could have you and it if Jun decided to fuck off."
Kazue stared at him. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked after a moment.
"It was him or Aiba," Nino shrugged, boosting himself up to sit on the counter as his sister began to assemble the ingredients for omelet rice. "And you know Aiba—he'd treat it like a puppy until it could talk."
"Quit trying to marry me off to your weirdo friends," Kazue told him.
"You started it," Nino reminded her smugly.
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Date: 2009-08-26 08:44 pm (UTC)It's lol-y because it's TRUE.
And the comment continuation! Oh, talky Sho! Talky Sho, so in love with babies and little Nino's face and his little hands and his little snarky (tender) ways. I love that we can actually hear the concern in Aiba's voice when he points out to Nino that Sho's so far gone that he is thinking about the joy of being a mother. hee!
Ugh, this world. My heart.