Seto opened his eyes.
He was wet: very, very wet. Not only was he wet, but also surrounded completely by water. Murky, nasty water contained by a dirty, cracked, porcelain tub.
The bathroom he was in presented peeling, brown and orange flowered wallpaper, and brown tile. No telling whether or not that was the original color. There were old band-aids hanging from the walls and the toilet had water stains decorating the outside of the bowl.
"Cozy," He bubbled, and ducked his head under the water in an attempt to drown himself.
"Seto, Seto. . ." Jou snapped his fingers above him. Seto, almost finished with his drowning plan, and very angry that he could not finish it with the privacy he so undoubtedly deserved, brought his face up out of the water.
"What the hell do you want, blondie? Cant you see I need privacy when I'm drowning myself in a stranger's bathroom??" He gave Jou an interested look, "What are you doing here, anyway?"
"This is my house."
"Your house. . .?" His look went from interested to deeply concerned, "Gee, Jou. I knew you were poor, but. . ."
"HEY! ITS NOT THAT BAD. WE CANT ALL HAVE STAINLESS STEEL BATHROOMS WITH NAKED WOMEN TO HANG TOWELS ON."
"What are you saying?" Seto was bewildered.
"I BET YOU HAVE A BED, TOO, YOU RICH BASTARD." Jou started crying. "My father's too drunk all the time to go to work, okay? All he does is.laze around and hit me.okay? So you can just shut up."
"OH JOU!! IM SO SORRY!" Seto rose from the tub, naked of course, and wrapped his arms around Jou. One thing led to another, and they, of course, had passionate sex.
"JEEEEEEEEESUUUUUS" Seto sprang from his bed. In his house. And for the next 3 minutes, he didn't even stop screaming long enough to breathe.
The black mass appeared again. "Setoto (grunt) Seto burned so bad. Brother Seto (grunt)" It poked him on the shoulder. "buuuuurrrrnnnnnnnn"
Seto slapped it, it fell over, rolled out of the room and then down the hallway. Jou stepped in casually, as if he hadn't heard Seto's screaming.
"You're awake."
"Am not."
"Yes.yes you are. Your eyes are open. You're sitting up. You just screamed for three minutes without a single breath. You aren't asleep."
"Am so. Who are you to tell me what I am? Oppressin' me." Seto looked down, "Took my clothes and everything. Just look at what the white man done."
"You're awake."
"FUCK YOU, CRACKA." Seto got out of bed and began to dress himself.
"You forgot underwear."
"Maybe that's cuz Im SLEEPIN."
"By the way, Seto, how are the burns feeling?"
"Oh thanks for asking, they're fine. But my head's aching."
Tris-Honda appeared in the doorway. His eyes boggled at Seto, shirtless glory. He choked on his tongue and died at the beautiful sight.
OH COME ON. YEAH. LIKE I WOULD DO THAT. Everyone knows that killing off a major character is just a cheap ploy for drama. Only cop-out authors use plot twists like death.
What? YES, LIKE SHAKESPEARE.
So-Honda appeared in the doorway. He had a bottle of cheap rum. The bottle of cheap rum had a straw. The straw had Honda's mouth on it. Honda's mouth was attached to Honda. Honda had a bottle of cheap rum. The bottle of cheap rum had a straw. The straw had Honda's mouth on it. Honda's mouth was attached to Honda's body. Honda had a bottle of cheap rum. The bottle of cheap rum had a straw. The straw had. . .
I'm so sorry.
So-he was drinking what? Yeah. Rum. Cheap rum. AND. . .he was doing. . .something. . .he was. . .wanting. . .wanting. . .Seto!
What? Ad libbing? No!
Okay. So Honda wanted Seto as he stood in the doorway drinking RUM through a STRAW.
"Dude, move on."
Okay.
He was wet: very, very wet. Not only was he wet, but also surrounded completely by water. Murky, nasty water contained by a dirty, cracked, porcelain tub.
The bathroom he was in presented peeling, brown and orange flowered wallpaper, and brown tile. No telling whether or not that was the original color. There were old band-aids hanging from the walls and the toilet had water stains decorating the outside of the bowl.
"Cozy," He bubbled, and ducked his head under the water in an attempt to drown himself.
"Seto, Seto. . ." Jou snapped his fingers above him. Seto, almost finished with his drowning plan, and very angry that he could not finish it with the privacy he so undoubtedly deserved, brought his face up out of the water.
"What the hell do you want, blondie? Cant you see I need privacy when I'm drowning myself in a stranger's bathroom??" He gave Jou an interested look, "What are you doing here, anyway?"
"This is my house."
"Your house. . .?" His look went from interested to deeply concerned, "Gee, Jou. I knew you were poor, but. . ."
"HEY! ITS NOT THAT BAD. WE CANT ALL HAVE STAINLESS STEEL BATHROOMS WITH NAKED WOMEN TO HANG TOWELS ON."
"What are you saying?" Seto was bewildered.
"I BET YOU HAVE A BED, TOO, YOU RICH BASTARD." Jou started crying. "My father's too drunk all the time to go to work, okay? All he does is.laze around and hit me.okay? So you can just shut up."
"OH JOU!! IM SO SORRY!" Seto rose from the tub, naked of course, and wrapped his arms around Jou. One thing led to another, and they, of course, had passionate sex.
"JEEEEEEEEESUUUUUS" Seto sprang from his bed. In his house. And for the next 3 minutes, he didn't even stop screaming long enough to breathe.
The black mass appeared again. "Setoto (grunt) Seto burned so bad. Brother Seto (grunt)" It poked him on the shoulder. "buuuuurrrrnnnnnnnn"
Seto slapped it, it fell over, rolled out of the room and then down the hallway. Jou stepped in casually, as if he hadn't heard Seto's screaming.
"You're awake."
"Am not."
"Yes.yes you are. Your eyes are open. You're sitting up. You just screamed for three minutes without a single breath. You aren't asleep."
"Am so. Who are you to tell me what I am? Oppressin' me." Seto looked down, "Took my clothes and everything. Just look at what the white man done."
"You're awake."
"FUCK YOU, CRACKA." Seto got out of bed and began to dress himself.
"You forgot underwear."
"Maybe that's cuz Im SLEEPIN."
"By the way, Seto, how are the burns feeling?"
"Oh thanks for asking, they're fine. But my head's aching."
Tris-Honda appeared in the doorway. His eyes boggled at Seto, shirtless glory. He choked on his tongue and died at the beautiful sight.
OH COME ON. YEAH. LIKE I WOULD DO THAT. Everyone knows that killing off a major character is just a cheap ploy for drama. Only cop-out authors use plot twists like death.
What? YES, LIKE SHAKESPEARE.
So-Honda appeared in the doorway. He had a bottle of cheap rum. The bottle of cheap rum had a straw. The straw had Honda's mouth on it. Honda's mouth was attached to Honda. Honda had a bottle of cheap rum. The bottle of cheap rum had a straw. The straw had Honda's mouth on it. Honda's mouth was attached to Honda's body. Honda had a bottle of cheap rum. The bottle of cheap rum had a straw. The straw had. . .
I'm so sorry.
So-he was drinking what? Yeah. Rum. Cheap rum. AND. . .he was doing. . .something. . .he was. . .wanting. . .wanting. . .Seto!
What? Ad libbing? No!
Okay. So Honda wanted Seto as he stood in the doorway drinking RUM through a STRAW.
"Dude, move on."
Okay.