Tenjin (michizane) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-13 12:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | nerites, tenjin |
Who: Tenjin and Nerites
What: Dinner
When: Wednesday Night, 7pm
Where: Tenjin’s place / Out for dinner
Warnings: Boy love ^^;;
6:45.
Tenjin found himself staring at his reflection in the full-length mirror that was his closet doors, frowning at himself. The bed was covered in half-wrinkled clothes, having been tried on and then discarded. He wore a pair of dark kahki cargos now, a dark green long-sleeved shirt with a shorter-sleeved button down open over top in cream. A matter of scrambling and the combination was airborne to land on the bed with the rest. He dove at the pile and started sorting through, finally deciding on an ultra-soft white long-sleeved shirt that was a little on the loose side, and a pair of equally loose dark denim jeans. He was almost about to change again when he glanced over at the clock on the bedside table.
6:55.
Shit! His fingers ran through his hair – which fell back into his face in the messy layers it was cut in for just that reason – and flung open the closet door, to start shoving things from the bed into the bottom of it, sliding it closed to hide the mess. He smoothed out the duvet again, and skidded into the bathroom to reapply his deodorant now that he had finally decided on something to wear.
Down the stairs he flew, rounding the corner into the living room. He arranged the coffee table and moved to close the dust cover on the piano, even going so far as to straighten the throw pillows on the couch. He paused and stared at the couch.. Throw pillows? Really Tenjin? Alright alright, he had the room professionally decorated, so they had kind of stayed there and they looked nice when he bothered to arrange them but now he was second guessing everything and time was running out.
The clock in the hall began to chime out the hour and he froze in place for a split second, mentally trying to make sure that everything was tidy. The dining room table was still covered in the tests he was grading, but he had at least organized them into neat piles, since he couldn’t actually put them away.
When the mental checklist had been run through, he suddenly didn’t know what to do with himself. Finally, he sunk down into the closest chair, and picked up the book he had been chewing his way through from the coffee table. He could at least pretend to read while he waited for the door..