Mischief Urges

[Hayai Koroshita]

Well that was a relief, the good thing is, this shall add up to her irritation, he was not to flush it just for more insultment, but thats just plain disgusting now, anyways! he had decided to use her comb, but where was it? nowhere to be found really, but he still started to comb his hair infront of the mirror. Finally he was done, untill..

A darn soap..

He slipped on it, BAM!!

He body slammed backwards exactly beside the bin where the used clothing are put in yet still managing to hit and flip it upwards, the crushing noises was loud enough for even the next door to hear, after the bin was flipped his body continued its force and motioned towards the door and slammed it open since he didnt really closed it properly..

Curses! That bitch is carefull for leaving that soap the floor, he began swearing in his mind again about her, its because of her that he moved along to his favorite spot, the reason why he had to stop smoking, and now this! well he does know that he too have a mistake since he did not carefully looked down and searched the floor for any foreign objects that might lead to accidents like this..

Oh great, not only that he had his body full of pain now, she'd even mistake him he was ransacking on her used clothing, a bra was hanging on his head, he forcefully stood himself up with an irritated look on his face, he flinged the said chest wear away back to the bathroom..

"You're a great pain.." He said at her glaring his amesyth locks on her face..

['E n d l e s s]

I pulled my legs up, crossing them as I sat on the bed. I didn't even care what kind of prank he's doing to me right now. Or what in the world he's doing in my bathroom. I'd rested my chin on my right hand, which it elbowed my tigh, but I didn't care. I was sulking now, before I even realised it too.

I looked away to the window. Its blinds were still shut, revealing no view of the outside, I only traced the lines with my eyes, almost pouting.

Even when the loud bang was heard from the bathroom, I didn't flinch to look and perhaps laugh at him. Silent treatment. That's what I was going to give him. I sulk a lot, and someone else must have known that better than I do, since I'm often labeled as sensitive. I'm not that sensitive... am I?

I muttered curses to myself about him.

He stepped out of the bathroom, eyeing me. But I didn't even bother to look as I continue to stare into the blinded windows. There he goes, blaming me for his own faults. It wasn't my fault he'd tripped. It was his own stupidity. Yet he blamed me.

And what part did I play in making him fall?

Nothing.

I admit, I may be a pain at times, but I know that he was a much worst pain than I am. That wasn't fair. At least, I think it wasn't fair. And even if it does sound selfish, it was about what I think, not what he thinks. Besides, he's selfish too.

[Hayai Koroshita]

Another suprising move she had done, she didnt rant on him, she didnt yell at him, didnt do nothing yet ignore him, well it seemed the little fire-fighter had submit itself on his moves, pathetic, and to think Hayai could have fun with her, just pathetic, she left him hanging out of his evil plots..

This made him feel guilty too, he sighed quitely perhaps still clear for her to hear, his amesyth hues started to look down on the items on the floor putting it back to the bin he had messed up, yep, he knew this was his fault, he had just being arrogant and messed up, as always, however, who ever said he had regret doing all of this, tsch..as if he would, or would he?

currently he was still putting the used clothing on the bin he had been muttering curses and swears again but the last curse he had said was "Ungreatfull Emo kid.." yep that was the exact curse, and note that it was silent only him to be heard, and yes, he was stereotypical..

He stood up leaning his back to the wall beside her room's door "May I go now, miss?" He asked her permission in still his sarcastic tone of voice..

LQ T_T

['E n d l e s s]

"Well I didn't even ask you to stay" I'd mumbled, probably only loud enough for me to hear, and only a murmur for him to hear.

Was I really that annoyed?

So to speak, I am. I am really annoyed. How dare he intruded my room and uses my bathroom facility without even asking. AND he goes around blaming me, cursing me, swearing at me-- which is basically just the same as cursing me, but I can't imagine someone so jerky in my whole life before.

Well-- actually, I have.

I was just lying. I did imagine someone like that, but I've never really met one in real life. I can't believe it. The blood he'd boiled was just over one hundred degrees celcius. And that, scientifically, is impossible, because liquid boils at one hundred, and nothing more. Unlike different melting points of a metal-- which I won't even go into details.

Virtually, I pouted. My face was just looking like I was incredibly annoyed, which I am. But I wasn't pouting. Though I wished I was. And how badly I wanted to smack him on the head, or hit him multiple times just to relieve my anger.

Heck, that tempt was overwhelming. I wish I can just slap him right now.