Touga looked out the window. Angrily. And all he saw for miles around was fish. Yes. He was angry about the fish. And the water. That was a problem too. He was raped by water as a small child. He walked across the floor of room R412 of Sealab and got back in bed. "I am on sealab and I am angry" he thought. And so it was.
Across the room in a not so forsaken mattress was mr. best friend Saionji because he was. He had green hair and a smile as wheat as butter. Sort of. So Saionji was lying there and thinking about how much is life didn't suck because he liked cold hard metal and the sound of water pressure on cold hard metal and Touga. Oh yes he liked sharing this room with Touga. Because Touga was full of beauty. When Touga undressed it was like magical sunshine on Saionji's face of love. Why couldn't Touga recognize his advances of might. He offered him a sandwich one time. And Touga wasn't hungry, which Saijonji took to mean cold hearted bold faced rejection even though Touga said he was allergic to mustard and that even a mustard sandwich couldn't cure his horrible condition.
Anyway, back to the present moment. Both were in their beds and stuff. Saionji burped. Touga raised up on his elbows. "What was that?" he queried with mild surprise.
"Why, that was just my call. My call of love." said Saionji with a sliver of excitement playing around in his pantaloons.
"Whell!" said Touga. "That was an unexpected turn of events. What do you mean by this?"
"Well, you know….would you like me to, heh, show you?"
"Why yes. I am a blushing bride in a cage of love that makes me sad and I long to be released into the open where I can be free and uncaged and able to be special."
Saionji felt himself dying inside as his opportunity seemed to be slipping away. I must make my move tonight, he thought to himself. He got up, walked across the room, and sat down on Touga's mr. bed.