|needs more desu. (mootles) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-03-20 23:55:00
|Entry tags:||4chan, higher education|
WHO: 4chan & Higher Education
WHAT: Owing things.
WHEN: Thursday, March 21, 2013
WHERE: Random upscale sushi place!
WARNINGS: 4CHAN. :c
4chan was bouncing.
He looked nice for once, a light mint color splashed onto a long-sleeved shirt, tucked into a pair of decent black pants. No huge, offensive mottos plastered across his chest, or torn denim, no bright colors, or pictures of unicorns- no, 4chan looked decidedly grown up. His hair still hung in a youthful little swoop over his eyes, but he'd taken significant measures to make sure it stayed under control. He didn't reek of weed or any sort of food item, just a cologne with woodsy, citrusy notes and a nice clean finish.
However grown-up he looked, there was a bit of childish impatience as he waited for Harvard to show up, and it all but completely betrayed him as he waited outside of the little sushi place. He had reasoned that Harvard would be prompt, perhaps even early, given his disposition. So, he'd shown up a little early himself, ten minutes before the time he'd suggested to Higher Education in a text message, which he also happened to litter with "kawaii emoji", supposedly to let him know he meant business somehow, even though they were merely lines of faces and hearts.
He looked at his watch, after rolling up a sleeve, and bounced a little more on his heels. He couldn't place the source of his excitement, maybe he just needed to do something- maybe it had to do with seeing Harvard again. But he was quick to shake that notion out of his head. He wasn't doing this for Higher Education. He was doing this for himself. If Higher Education was around- he could keep fucking with him. That was the only reason to see him. Ever. Right?
He sighed, and brushed his hair back with his fingers. Perhaps this wasn't the best idea he'd ever had.