"Takepon!"
"Who is 'Takepon'?" Takeshi retorted back, not even looking up from his task.
"I'm Kenpi, you're Takepon." Kentarou explained cheerfully as he leaned over Takeshi's shoulder. Takeshi sighed but didn't bother to correct him. If Kentarou hadn't gotten it after the 5,000th repetition, he wasn't going to get it now.
"What are you working on?" The grinning boy asked, drawing his attention back to the present.
"A résumé."
Kentarou gave him a blank look. "Why?"
The blue eyed boy sighed. "To find a job." He replied, as if stating the obvious.
"But we've had lots of jobs!"
"I mean a nice, NORMAL job, not just some crazy part time job." Takeshi explained.
"Oh." Kentarou plopped down in the chair next to him. "Well, what have you got so far?"
"I was just starting."
"Okay!" Kentarou took the paper and pen from his hand without asking. "You name them, I'll write them down!"
Takeshi debated protesting for a moment, then gave up. It wasn't worth arguing and 2 heads were better than one sometimes.
"There's the Bakery where you scare the customers away."
Kentarou wrote 'Food Services'.
"The newspaper route."
'Information Supplier'
"We were waiters in that one play..."
'Actors' Kentarou scribbled, then added 'Food distributor'.
"We commented on the Elementary Baseball game..."
'Sports Specialists'
"You did a good job explaining Imonoyama's strategy." Kentarou commented.
"It was nothing." Takeshi dismissed it modestly, scratched his head. "At that one festival, you sold masks and I sold takoyaki."
'Various Retail'.
"Don't forget Erii!" Kentarou volunteered.
Takeshi blinked. "What about Erii?"
"Doesn't she count as a part time job?"
"No, she is Sukiyabashi's problem." Takeshi waved it off.
Kentarou wrote down 'Impact Testing' anyway. They had enough bumps from her mallets that it should be considered an occupational hazard, if not a part time job in and of itself.
"Don't forget, we're the Protectors of the Campu-"
Takeshi had his arms wrapped around Kentarou before the brown haired boy could finish the dramatic pose, one hand firmly clamped over his mouth.
"We're Campus Security." Takeshi stated calmly. Kentarou nodded, voice muffled as he looked at Takeshi with wide eyes. The blue eyed boy sighed and released him, Kentarou falling back into his seat. Kentarou grumbled and wrote down 'Campus Security' anyway. He then added 'Guardians of the CLAMP School Extraordinaire' beside that when Takeshi wasn't looking.
"Don't forget food delivery service. Remember those 3,000 hamburgers to the Elementary Student Council Office?" Kentarou offered, grinning.
"Hard to forget. I'm still amazed we got that many done in one day." Takeshi grinned back. "And flying the hover craft was fun, even if it was pink."
"What's wrong with pink?" The Red Duklyon queried, looking puzzled.
"Nevermind."
Kentarou shrugged and scribbled 'Test Pilot' and 'Courier'. "Anything else?"
"Well, I am studying to become an accountant."
The brunette nodded and added 'Accountant' to the bottom of the list. He paused, re-reading over the list. "Takepon... that doesn't fit." He commented, looking slightly puzzled.
"What?" Takeshi leaned over his shoulder to read the list. He grimaced at some of the things Kentarou had put down, mentally re-writing them as he did so. But as he reached the bottom, he saw what the other boy meant. After all the various part time jobs that they had done, 'Accountant' did seem to be rather... dull.
"You're right." He finally admitted. "'Accountant' does seem a bit lacklustre."
"Well, there's only one thing to do then!" Kentarou grinned, mischief sparkling in his warm brown eyes.
The Blue Duklyon braced himself, half expecting a statement like 'marrying Kenpi' or something equally inane. "What?"
"With an Extraordinary Résumé," Kentarou posed melodramatically, "One must get... an Extraordinary Job!"
Takeshi sweatdropped. "I think you missed the point, Kentarou..."
Fin.
Hmm... Wonder who really missed the point...
Taken from all the strange stuff they did in the Clamp Campus Detectives anime series. ^^;; Loved spotting them! That was great!
"this wasn't in the script!"
"Who is 'Takepon'?" Takeshi retorted back, not even looking up from his task.
"I'm Kenpi, you're Takepon." Kentarou explained cheerfully as he leaned over Takeshi's shoulder. Takeshi sighed but didn't bother to correct him. If Kentarou hadn't gotten it after the 5,000th repetition, he wasn't going to get it now.
"What are you working on?" The grinning boy asked, drawing his attention back to the present.
"A résumé."
Kentarou gave him a blank look. "Why?"
The blue eyed boy sighed. "To find a job." He replied, as if stating the obvious.
"But we've had lots of jobs!"
"I mean a nice, NORMAL job, not just some crazy part time job." Takeshi explained.
"Oh." Kentarou plopped down in the chair next to him. "Well, what have you got so far?"
"I was just starting."
"Okay!" Kentarou took the paper and pen from his hand without asking. "You name them, I'll write them down!"
Takeshi debated protesting for a moment, then gave up. It wasn't worth arguing and 2 heads were better than one sometimes.
"There's the Bakery where you scare the customers away."
Kentarou wrote 'Food Services'.
"The newspaper route."
'Information Supplier'
"We were waiters in that one play..."
'Actors' Kentarou scribbled, then added 'Food distributor'.
"We commented on the Elementary Baseball game..."
'Sports Specialists'
"You did a good job explaining Imonoyama's strategy." Kentarou commented.
"It was nothing." Takeshi dismissed it modestly, scratched his head. "At that one festival, you sold masks and I sold takoyaki."
'Various Retail'.
"Don't forget Erii!" Kentarou volunteered.
Takeshi blinked. "What about Erii?"
"Doesn't she count as a part time job?"
"No, she is Sukiyabashi's problem." Takeshi waved it off.
Kentarou wrote down 'Impact Testing' anyway. They had enough bumps from her mallets that it should be considered an occupational hazard, if not a part time job in and of itself.
"Don't forget, we're the Protectors of the Campu-"
Takeshi had his arms wrapped around Kentarou before the brown haired boy could finish the dramatic pose, one hand firmly clamped over his mouth.
"We're Campus Security." Takeshi stated calmly. Kentarou nodded, voice muffled as he looked at Takeshi with wide eyes. The blue eyed boy sighed and released him, Kentarou falling back into his seat. Kentarou grumbled and wrote down 'Campus Security' anyway. He then added 'Guardians of the CLAMP School Extraordinaire' beside that when Takeshi wasn't looking.
"Don't forget food delivery service. Remember those 3,000 hamburgers to the Elementary Student Council Office?" Kentarou offered, grinning.
"Hard to forget. I'm still amazed we got that many done in one day." Takeshi grinned back. "And flying the hover craft was fun, even if it was pink."
"What's wrong with pink?" The Red Duklyon queried, looking puzzled.
"Nevermind."
Kentarou shrugged and scribbled 'Test Pilot' and 'Courier'. "Anything else?"
"Well, I am studying to become an accountant."
The brunette nodded and added 'Accountant' to the bottom of the list. He paused, re-reading over the list. "Takepon... that doesn't fit." He commented, looking slightly puzzled.
"What?" Takeshi leaned over his shoulder to read the list. He grimaced at some of the things Kentarou had put down, mentally re-writing them as he did so. But as he reached the bottom, he saw what the other boy meant. After all the various part time jobs that they had done, 'Accountant' did seem to be rather... dull.
"You're right." He finally admitted. "'Accountant' does seem a bit lacklustre."
"Well, there's only one thing to do then!" Kentarou grinned, mischief sparkling in his warm brown eyes.
The Blue Duklyon braced himself, half expecting a statement like 'marrying Kenpi' or something equally inane. "What?"
"With an Extraordinary Résumé," Kentarou posed melodramatically, "One must get... an Extraordinary Job!"
Takeshi sweatdropped. "I think you missed the point, Kentarou..."
Fin.
Hmm... Wonder who really missed the point...
Taken from all the strange stuff they did in the Clamp Campus Detectives anime series. ^^;; Loved spotting them! That was great!
"this wasn't in the script!"