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Oct. 25th, 2004 02:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timepiececlockRandom snippet writing for potential Fruits Basket romantic comedy with Shigure in it, which is, for the moment, being known temporarily as Potential Fruits Basket Romantic Comedy With Shigure In It.
[Hatori just witnesses Shigure torturing Mit-chan with yet another elaborate practical joke to get out of meeting his deadline.]
"Don't you think you're a little old for this sort of behavior?" Hatori asked as they both sat down for one of Tohru's pre-prepared lunches. Shigure waved his chop sticks in the air dismissively.
"You heard the decibel levels of that last shriek-- no one is too old to appreciate this."
"She's only your editor, not your boss. Why don't you stop the playground flirting and just ask her out?"
Shigure choked on a pickle, then spent a few seconds hacking violently while his lifelong best friend and accomplished doctor waited to see if he would choke to death or answer the question.
"Wait," he gasped, trying to regain his composure. "You don't mean my editor, do you? You mean some other editor."
"I believe the woman who ran out of here slamming doors hard enough to break them and threatening to sue you for breach of contract is your editor."
"Hatori, she wears suits. Daily."
"Your point?" Shigure looked at his friend like he was wondering why he'd ever secretly thought the man was smarter than him. Then he looked down at his robes.
"I wear a [yukata].* We are inherently incompatable people. It's the mindset."
"Stupid."
"I'm serious. I've read about this stuff. I've written about it."
"You don't expect me to believe that you actually believe everything you've written."
"Of course I do, Ha'ri! Truth is a writer's medium. That's why stories write themselves, as they say-- the truth is there, it just needs someone like me to bring it out. A real writer speaks from his soul, and the soul cannot lie! In fact--"
"Your soul is as untrustworthy as a prostitute's hair color."
"--the idea that you would question my own faith in my work hurts me, old friend! My books are more stastically valid than a newspaper. I write about worldly truths, and life lessons, and great moral dilemmas. Every word I type is backed by years of experie--"
"When was the last time you went on a real date? And I'm not talking about one-night-stands with impressionable young fans."
*see this post
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[Hatori just witnesses Shigure torturing Mit-chan with yet another elaborate practical joke to get out of meeting his deadline.]
"Don't you think you're a little old for this sort of behavior?" Hatori asked as they both sat down for one of Tohru's pre-prepared lunches. Shigure waved his chop sticks in the air dismissively.
"You heard the decibel levels of that last shriek-- no one is too old to appreciate this."
"She's only your editor, not your boss. Why don't you stop the playground flirting and just ask her out?"
Shigure choked on a pickle, then spent a few seconds hacking violently while his lifelong best friend and accomplished doctor waited to see if he would choke to death or answer the question.
"Wait," he gasped, trying to regain his composure. "You don't mean my editor, do you? You mean some other editor."
"I believe the woman who ran out of here slamming doors hard enough to break them and threatening to sue you for breach of contract is your editor."
"Hatori, she wears suits. Daily."
"Your point?" Shigure looked at his friend like he was wondering why he'd ever secretly thought the man was smarter than him. Then he looked down at his robes.
"I wear a [yukata].* We are inherently incompatable people. It's the mindset."
"Stupid."
"I'm serious. I've read about this stuff. I've written about it."
"You don't expect me to believe that you actually believe everything you've written."
"Of course I do, Ha'ri! Truth is a writer's medium. That's why stories write themselves, as they say-- the truth is there, it just needs someone like me to bring it out. A real writer speaks from his soul, and the soul cannot lie! In fact--"
"Your soul is as untrustworthy as a prostitute's hair color."
"--the idea that you would question my own faith in my work hurts me, old friend! My books are more stastically valid than a newspaper. I write about worldly truths, and life lessons, and great moral dilemmas. Every word I type is backed by years of experie--"
"When was the last time you went on a real date? And I'm not talking about one-night-stands with impressionable young fans."
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*see this post
