I'm on an actual role! Peeps! Three updates in a week. A week. This is so amazingly amazing I don't know how to explain the amazingness! All this free time is really giving me a fanfic boot up the arse. However me fanficer friends, I start my Art exam next week so there may not be as many updates from next week onwards... Sorry buddies~
Hope you enjoy, read and review as always my lovely people \(~.~)/
[Why not? give me one good reason]
[It's my thing. Mine.]
[You need me and you know it]
[I don't "need" anyone. Stop pestering me ]
[Let me help and I will.]
[…Why do you wanna help so much#]
[ '#' ?]
[ Argh. *?]
[What, you think I don't wanna know?]
[You didn't seem enthustiastic…]
[enthusiastic*]
[ -_- ]
[I went home and thought about it]
[Your capable of thinking! Outside of college! OH MY GOD! THIS IS CRAZY!]
[You're*]
[ARGH! I swear to god…]
[I wanna find out too alright. Let me]
[*Gasp* The great Kanda is asking! What is this!]
[Okay I'm just gonna go tell the world that Mr Walker follows a sad little blog religiously. I think it'll go down well don't you?]
[ :O You wouldn't…]
[Oh I really would.]
[… *sighs* Fine, whatever. But you can't tell a soul!]
[I'll try my best]
[Swear on it.]
[How can I swear on it, I'm nowhere near you.]
[Put the coffee down and swear.]
[…how did you..?]
[Lucky guess. Swear.]
[Alright, alright. I swear.]
[Cross your heart.]
[*crosses heart*]
[Hope to die]
[What am i doing? I swear now send me your notes.]
[What notes? English? Geog?]
[Blogger*]
[What are you on about? I don't have blogger notes…]
A soft rumble startled Allen out of his daydreaming; he placed his phone on his desk and bent down in order to stroke Tim's head, "Hey Lil'man" Tim rubbed his head against Allen's hand as he started to purr. Allen smiled down at him, bent down, scooped him up and held him against his chest. "It seems your Big Brothers been caught red handed…" Allen let Tim push himself out of his grip, looking at his mobile he let out a sigh. He bent down to his desks drawer and retrieved the previously mentioned notebook. He spun round on his chair, placed the book on the desks surface, opening it up to re-read his notes.
BLOGGER IS A GRAMMER NANZI. DISLIKES ABREVIATIONS. MOST LIKELY AN ENGLISH STUDENT. HAS A FACEBOOK ACCOUNT HOWEVER DISLIKES FACEBOOK. NOT BRITISH. POLITE. USES MANNERS. WAKES AT 5:30. HAS A STRICT MORNING ROUTINE. HAS FLATMATE. GETS BUS TO COLLEGE. WEARS CONTACTS. LIKES BOUNTYS . FINDS VALENTINES CARDS CRINGEWORTHY. DISLIKES VALENTINES DAY. IN LOVE? - UNREQUATED. HATES HAIRDRESSERS. UNNATURAL NATURAL HAIRCOLOUR. DISLIKES TRIBAL MASSAGES.
Allen let the memory of each blog fill his mind, smiling every now again as the particularly funny ones came to him. The buzzing of his mobile shook him out his trance,
[Just tell me what you already know.]
[I don't know anything, why do you think I know so much?]
He leant back in his chair and waited patiently for the reply. It was while he was waiting that he realised something. How did Kanda have his number? He had never given it to him… Allen could feel the creases in his forehead as he tried to figure out how Kanda had obtained his number in the first place. The familiar buzzing reached his ears
[You said, and I quote – 'Oh, a few… why?' So you must have notes otherwise how did you have other potential bloggers? Hmmm?]
[That's really creepy. You're really creepy. And on the note of creepy… how did you get my number?]
[Lavi, and just tell me your god damn notes.]
Allen felt his throat rumble as he let out a particularly loud groan, he got up and made his way into the kitchen, phone in his hand. He flicked the switch of the kettle and pulled down a mug from the cupboard. Placing a teabag inside he pulled open the drawer and retrieved a spoon, opened the pot of sugar and shovelled four heaps to join the teabag. The kettle popped as it finished boiled and his pocket vibrated from the message it had received.
[Tell. Me. Your. God. Damn. Notes!]
Pouring the boiled water into the mug Allen pondered on how much information he should reveal to Kanda. What if it was all a joke? What if Kanda was lying and he'd never read the blog in his life? Allen felt himself stirring the tea too viciously and yelped as the boiling water spat at his hand. He sucked on the assaulted finger as he turned the cold water on. What if he was being too paranoid? What if Kanda was actually being honest, and he really wanted to help, or know who the blogger was? He dried his finger on the nearest towel and sent his answer
[Okay, okay. I surrender already jeez. But I can't send them to you…]
Before Allen had even placed the phone on the counter top it buzzed with Kanda's reply. Allen realised Kanda must have been waiting by his phone the whole time, waiting for his reply. The thought made Allen's face feel warm
[Why not. I've sworn to god, I've crossed my heart, what else could you possibly want from me#]
[?*]
[ -_- ]
{MWAAAAHAHAHAHA! Absolute role reversal!]
[Why won't you send me the bloody notes]
[You wouldn't believe how many I've got… I really cba to send you a HUGE message containing them all, it's easier for you to behold them in person.]
[Argh never say cba. Ever. Okay, You better have a decent list.]
[Wait, you're coming round now!]
Allen looked around his kitchen, his nose wrinkled at the mass of empty whiskers pouches. Poking his head round the doorway he laid his eyes on the lounge. Pretty clean. Few crisp packets but that's easy to clean up.
[Hell no, but whenever I do, have a worthy list.]
Allen felt himself roll his eyes; He grabbed his cup of lukewarm tea and took himself into the lounge, passing a hungry Tim on the way. He felt the golden fluff ball tangle himself in his legs so he quickly set the tea on the nearest surface.
"Look at what you made me do Timothy" He scolded lightly as he scooped the wide eyed cat into his arms, he bent down so the cat could see the small puddle of tea that sat round the base of the mug, he stood up straight and took Tim into the kitchen. Placing him down Allen walked in the direction of the cupboards. "You know what you're getting Tim?" Said cat was pacing behind Allen, waiting for his dinner. Tim was baffled when it suddenly went dark; he shuffled and shimmied his way backwards, trying to see light again. He shook his head and blinked as light filled his eyes. Looking down he saw a dishcloth and looking up he say the smug face of his slave. "Clean your mess up Timothy Walker" and with that, Allen turned round, picked up his phone and retreated to his bedroom, leaving a very grouchy Tim in the kitchen.