| I Want The World To Stop; Another two part single post, with part two on the way | |
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| RickenbackersAllTheWay | Aug 24 2012, 04:56 AM Post #1 |
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birb was here scruffs is a loser
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Let me step out of my shell I'm wrapped in sheets of milky winter disorder Let me feel the air again The talk of friends The mind of someone my equal I want the world to stop… -Belle and Sebastian A emaciated boy was scarfing down as much food as he could. Nothing ever came as close to this feeling. Being completely free and unrestricted to do as he wanted. This was his first meal that he could have completely to himself. Not from an IV drip, and not from a regulated portion. The restaurant seemed to be in awe, as the boy started to eat a heavy amount of food. A large ape-ish woman merely held her hand to her mouth as the boy consumed a large dish of pork fried rice, and washed it down with a bowl of wonton soup. The boy's slender mother simply laughed, and started to eat at a pace matching the boy's. The thin black-haired girl to the boy's right slowly ate at a bowl of steamed rice and chicken, merely watching the boy in awe, as she pecked away at her food. Her eyes peeked over the bowl through her lengthy bangs as the boy scarfed down his food. The boy basked in the whole experience. The smell of the rice wafting into his senses, overwhelming his nose. The slight saltiness of the soy sauce and the taste of the pork's fatty savour. The texture of the rice and pig on his tongue, and the aroma as it entered his mouth. The combination with the scallion-hinted wonton soup added to the flavour to make a medley of tastes and smells, nearly causing the boy to drool. Nothing soothed the soul like good food. The smell of the girl beside him also fuelled his appetite. Peach perfume for the special occasion, probably given to her by his mother. Shampoo was strawberry as well. Good mix. She always smelled nice. "Slow down, Chucky! Don't choke or something!" said the boy's girlfriend meekly, her eyes partially obscured by her looming dark hair. Charles swallowed and stuffed his mouth once more, this time with half a pork bun and three fried dumplings. "Woffs fa chassis off at, May?" said the boy, with a mouthful of food. "You just broke your chopstick chewing, Charles!" yelled the girl in a suddenly deep voice, abruptly growing inches taller, gaining muscle mass, and losing inches of auburn hair. "Huh?" Charles looked at his hands. The pork bun wasn't there. He wasn't with May in her family's restaurant. He was at school. The fried rice was actually steamed rice, and the pork was prime rib gyuudon. The dumplings weren't the pan-fried jiaozi of that May often brought for him while he was in the hospital, but rather homemade gyoza. The taste was still incredibly close to the mark, having the same balance of garlic and scallion. Same thick dough, fresh pork, crisp cabbage. Not too much oil, crispy skin. The only difference was that her gyoza tasted strongly of oak. He chewed down on something hard, then stuck a finger in his mouth. He pulled out half a pink chopstick, placing it onto his school desk. The bemused people in the classroom became an overbearing wall of eyes, caving in on Charles. For once, the attention was unwelcome to the hyperactive boy, and he wished they would stop staring at him. Not a single sound in the room but everyone breathing. After a long silence full of smug faces and an uneasy stillness, his wish was granted, and they all turned back to what they were doing. No, wait. Edited by RickenbackersAllTheWay, Aug 24 2012, 04:57 AM.
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| RickenbackersAllTheWay | Oct 6 2012, 02:59 AM Post #2 |
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birb was here scruffs is a loser
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[Now this one is finished. Time to post part two after.] One pair of light brown eyes was still focused on him. The girl straddled in her chair at the desk in front of him. The only eyes that didn't shoot him the half-condescending, half-laughing look. Her lip was curved downwards in a slight frown, her brow was crinkled inward, and her eyes were bearing upon him in a way that fit a spoiled girl who didn't get a toy. Was the food bad, or something? Was he mad at the taste? Why would someone just eat so hard that they break their utensil? It was like he just time traveled or something. "...May?" murmured Torako, in a downtrodden tone. Her eyes lacked the usual fire and immaturity she always gave, instead taking a concerned quakiness that made the tanned youth visibly lean back in surprise. That single syllable seem to make the boy freeze like a deer in headlights. The boy fumbled back to the present, and turned his attention back to the girl. "I-itadakimasu. It's good food, Torako-san." stuttered the spiky-haired boy, atypically devoid of emotion. "Bring me more some other time. Please." The odd boy stood from his chair, and walked across the room, opening the sliding door and leaving the class. What was wrong with him? He pretty much read her mind, and told her the contrary. He never seemed to be this perceptive to him, since he always managed to wind her up. She got out of her chair, and followed him. But when she got to the door herself, the boy had completely disappeared. His normal manner of boisterous clambering seemed to be non-existent today as well, so that couldn't help her find him again. Her body moved each leg forward, in search of the boy. Something must be up with him. But what? -- -- Fingers prodded the boy's temples, as he paced around. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. Very fucking smooth. He grunted to himself, continuing to pace around. Fuck. That food was good. It tasted pretty good. Really good. Tasted like happy times, saccharine, and probably around thirty puncture wounds in his stomach. There was a crazy amount of care and effort taken in the entire meal, but the dumplings stood out. Almost exactly the same as the ones he ate in and out of the hospital. Kinda funny from a girl who only showed up to cooking club only a few times a week. And why did she give him a whole bento anyways? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? How did she know he even liked dumplings? |
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