AN: Chapter Three is here! It's slightly longer than chapter two, so enjoy!
III
"You're joking, right?" The normal answer Shin got when he applied for a job as a chef at a restaurant. "You have no experience on your resumé except 'Currently cooking for a house of five.' That's not experience, that's a mother's job!" The restaurant owner at an Italian Cuisine close to Shin's home. "Well," Shin said after a moment of thinking. "They keep having me cook for them, doesn't that show how good I am?" The owner gave him a look, then roared with much more laughter than needed (which is what I hope you readers are doing, by the way!) Shin gave him a desperate look, and decided to give it up. He walked out of the restaurant, to see Touma standing there, the same look on his face. "No luck for you, eh?" Touma asked his friend of the british quality. "No, you?" Shin said with a sigh. "None. At. All." his friend confessed. They had been job hunting for hours on end, with no sign of anything of the blue, white, or even collarless variety. They got in Touma's car, when he checked his watch. "Damn! It's almost time for your date, dude!" He then sped off in the direction of the movie theatre.
Shin wasn't looking forward to this, and the fact that he wasn't even givin time to prepare didn't make the legion of butterflies in his stomach any smaller. They screeched to a halt in front of the theatre, and touma had to push Shin out of hte car with his feet, then he gave him a wink, and sped off. He turned around, and saw his, date, Jo." Pale skin, dulled over brown eyes, short blonde hair. She was wearing a white tank top with blue jean shorts, and knee high socks, with hiking boots. She was smacking on gum LOUDLY. "You Shawn Moory?" she asked. "Uh, no, I'm Shin. Shin Mouri." "Oh." was her answer. "Well, that's what I meant, lets go." She grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the ticket line, where she bought 2 tickets for "The Martian Under My Closet" a "comedy" that Shin's most trusted film critic had warned that when it was done, you will have to spend a period of 3 months in a library to recover all of the intelligence you would loose from viewing this film, if you could call it that.
"Hmmm, forceful, rude, and terrible tast, this will be a great date" Shin thought to himself. Before they went in, Shin was told to buy them popcorn and two sodas at the concession stand. That was the fateful moment when Jo saw the back of his shirt, the words La'Cryma Christi. "Oh. Mah. Gawd. You LIKE them?!" after this, she decided to laugh. "Those bozoes are the worst band in the history of music! K, honey, lets go watch the flick." Shin's eye was twitching while storming out of the theatre, walking in the direction that Touma's car had sped off in, to Charlie's. "A night in a gay bar being hit on the entire time is damn well better than an evening with a premenstral sea cow who has no taste in music." Shin told himself as he trudged down the sidewalk.
EAN: Well, that's chapter three for you! Four shall be up soon.
III
"You're joking, right?" The normal answer Shin got when he applied for a job as a chef at a restaurant. "You have no experience on your resumé except 'Currently cooking for a house of five.' That's not experience, that's a mother's job!" The restaurant owner at an Italian Cuisine close to Shin's home. "Well," Shin said after a moment of thinking. "They keep having me cook for them, doesn't that show how good I am?" The owner gave him a look, then roared with much more laughter than needed (which is what I hope you readers are doing, by the way!) Shin gave him a desperate look, and decided to give it up. He walked out of the restaurant, to see Touma standing there, the same look on his face. "No luck for you, eh?" Touma asked his friend of the british quality. "No, you?" Shin said with a sigh. "None. At. All." his friend confessed. They had been job hunting for hours on end, with no sign of anything of the blue, white, or even collarless variety. They got in Touma's car, when he checked his watch. "Damn! It's almost time for your date, dude!" He then sped off in the direction of the movie theatre.
Shin wasn't looking forward to this, and the fact that he wasn't even givin time to prepare didn't make the legion of butterflies in his stomach any smaller. They screeched to a halt in front of the theatre, and touma had to push Shin out of hte car with his feet, then he gave him a wink, and sped off. He turned around, and saw his, date, Jo." Pale skin, dulled over brown eyes, short blonde hair. She was wearing a white tank top with blue jean shorts, and knee high socks, with hiking boots. She was smacking on gum LOUDLY. "You Shawn Moory?" she asked. "Uh, no, I'm Shin. Shin Mouri." "Oh." was her answer. "Well, that's what I meant, lets go." She grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the ticket line, where she bought 2 tickets for "The Martian Under My Closet" a "comedy" that Shin's most trusted film critic had warned that when it was done, you will have to spend a period of 3 months in a library to recover all of the intelligence you would loose from viewing this film, if you could call it that.
"Hmmm, forceful, rude, and terrible tast, this will be a great date" Shin thought to himself. Before they went in, Shin was told to buy them popcorn and two sodas at the concession stand. That was the fateful moment when Jo saw the back of his shirt, the words La'Cryma Christi. "Oh. Mah. Gawd. You LIKE them?!" after this, she decided to laugh. "Those bozoes are the worst band in the history of music! K, honey, lets go watch the flick." Shin's eye was twitching while storming out of the theatre, walking in the direction that Touma's car had sped off in, to Charlie's. "A night in a gay bar being hit on the entire time is damn well better than an evening with a premenstral sea cow who has no taste in music." Shin told himself as he trudged down the sidewalk.
EAN: Well, that's chapter three for you! Four shall be up soon.