Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2012 20:35:45 GMT -5
"Shuichi! Don't forget to head to the store and pick something up for dinner! Love you!" The door slammed as Kurama's human mother left for the day. Kurama sighed, Another day alone, he thought. Slowly, he rolled over and sat up in bed. At some point lastnight he must have lost his shirt, because it was gone...but at least his pants were still on. (sad face T.T) He pulled his long, deep red hair back in a messy ponytail, just to get it out of his face. He looked about the room...
Homework, Done. Summer Reading, Done. Dishes, Done last night. Chapter on the novel he was writing...Scrapped. He sighed. That damn story had been giving him so much trouble lately. Not that he was having writer's block. No no, Quite the opposite. Each time he tried to write the second chapter it started to turn into a bad "50 shades of Grey" knock off.
Frusterated, Kurama rubbed his temples and shoved the half started creation in his draw. Pulling his shirt back on, Kurama headed down stairs to grab the mail. hmmm...junk...junk.....bill....junk....more junk...Wait... His eyes widened. For me? He shook his head to drive off the sleepyness. Wait...It's adressed Kurama...What could it be? He quickly sat all of the mail on the kitchen table. Pouring himself a glass of orange juice, he thought hard about who it could be from.
There was no return address. At least the last weird package had a hint, right? With a sigh, he put the other mail where mother said to, and took the package up to his room, forgetting about it for a bit so he could start writing his story again...or try atleast
Homework, Done. Summer Reading, Done. Dishes, Done last night. Chapter on the novel he was writing...Scrapped. He sighed. That damn story had been giving him so much trouble lately. Not that he was having writer's block. No no, Quite the opposite. Each time he tried to write the second chapter it started to turn into a bad "50 shades of Grey" knock off.
Frusterated, Kurama rubbed his temples and shoved the half started creation in his draw. Pulling his shirt back on, Kurama headed down stairs to grab the mail. hmmm...junk...junk.....bill....junk....more junk...Wait... His eyes widened. For me? He shook his head to drive off the sleepyness. Wait...It's adressed Kurama...What could it be? He quickly sat all of the mail on the kitchen table. Pouring himself a glass of orange juice, he thought hard about who it could be from.
There was no return address. At least the last weird package had a hint, right? With a sigh, he put the other mail where mother said to, and took the package up to his room, forgetting about it for a bit so he could start writing his story again...or try atleast