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[Jan 26][Nodame Cantabile] On Proofreading and Friend-locking
Title: On Proofreading and Friend-locking
Day / Theme: January 26, 2011 / eats, shoots and leaves
Series: Nodame Cantabile
Characters: Chiaki, Nodame, Masumi
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 442
Hot, uncomfortable, and frustrated, Nodame was not doing well that summer day. None of the food her husband cooked agreed with her, a problem she had thought she had gotten over weeks ago, and her nested egg was restless. Playing the piano was no good either, as that seemed to excite her egg, making it kick more than usual and in places she’d rather not get kicked. The world-renowned pianist conveniently blamed it all on her Shinichi, who was pointedly ignoring her witch-like mutterings as she brooded over his computer, apparently detailing all his inadequacies in her journal.
“All Chiaki-senpai does is cook shoots and leaves,” she said sulkily as she typed. “He may think he’s some hungry horse that needs to get rubbed down, but I can’t eat it every day.”
She went back to slumping over the keyboard and theatrically sighing every once in a while. Finally, Shinichi set his notes and scores aside and went to her.
“Nodame,” he began firmly. “You doctor specifically instructed—”
He was interrupted by the ringing phone. Nodame shot him a bleary, suffering look after the second ring, and picked up the receiver beside her.
“’lo.”
The answering shriek was deafening. Shinichi could clearly hear the caller’s irate rant from where he stood.
“YOU SHAMELESS HENTAI! HOW CAN YOU TALK ABOUT CHIAKI-SAMA LIKE THAT?! THIS IS MORE INFORMATION THAN I EVER WANT TO KNOW IN MY ENTIRE LIFE IN LIKE EVER.”
“Ma-masumi-chan, you read my post at one in the morni—”
“This is exactly why, you ingrate! If I were you, I would take it whenever I can! Oh, how can you callously rub it in for less fortunate people? I can’t forgive you, Nodame. You shouldn’t even be discussing this with—”
“But it’s so disgusting,” his wife wailed. “Green icky stuff… and I burned my tongue.”
Masumi sounded like he was having a seizure at the other end of the line. Nodame dodged when Shinichi tried to grab the phone, much more nimble than the bulk of her belly suggested. She tottered to her feet and lumbered away to shut herself in their room.
“It’s vegetable soup, Masumi-chan!” he could hear her continue to complain. “Why don’t you believe me when I say it’s disgusting, even if Shinichi cooked it?”
In spite of himself, Shinichi glanced down at the webpage she had left open on the browser.
All Chiaki-senpai does is cock, shoots, and leaves. He may think he’s hung like a horse that needs to get rubbed, but I can’t eat it every day. >__<
And even worse, he realized something else, seeing the speedily increasing comments underneath.
“NODAME!”
23:27 01262011
Day / Theme: January 26, 2011 / eats, shoots and leaves
Series: Nodame Cantabile
Characters: Chiaki, Nodame, Masumi
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 442
Hot, uncomfortable, and frustrated, Nodame was not doing well that summer day. None of the food her husband cooked agreed with her, a problem she had thought she had gotten over weeks ago, and her nested egg was restless. Playing the piano was no good either, as that seemed to excite her egg, making it kick more than usual and in places she’d rather not get kicked. The world-renowned pianist conveniently blamed it all on her Shinichi, who was pointedly ignoring her witch-like mutterings as she brooded over his computer, apparently detailing all his inadequacies in her journal.
“All Chiaki-senpai does is cook shoots and leaves,” she said sulkily as she typed. “He may think he’s some hungry horse that needs to get rubbed down, but I can’t eat it every day.”
She went back to slumping over the keyboard and theatrically sighing every once in a while. Finally, Shinichi set his notes and scores aside and went to her.
“Nodame,” he began firmly. “You doctor specifically instructed—”
He was interrupted by the ringing phone. Nodame shot him a bleary, suffering look after the second ring, and picked up the receiver beside her.
“’lo.”
The answering shriek was deafening. Shinichi could clearly hear the caller’s irate rant from where he stood.
“YOU SHAMELESS HENTAI! HOW CAN YOU TALK ABOUT CHIAKI-SAMA LIKE THAT?! THIS IS MORE INFORMATION THAN I EVER WANT TO KNOW IN MY ENTIRE LIFE IN LIKE EVER.”
“Ma-masumi-chan, you read my post at one in the morni—”
“This is exactly why, you ingrate! If I were you, I would take it whenever I can! Oh, how can you callously rub it in for less fortunate people? I can’t forgive you, Nodame. You shouldn’t even be discussing this with—”
“But it’s so disgusting,” his wife wailed. “Green icky stuff… and I burned my tongue.”
Masumi sounded like he was having a seizure at the other end of the line. Nodame dodged when Shinichi tried to grab the phone, much more nimble than the bulk of her belly suggested. She tottered to her feet and lumbered away to shut herself in their room.
“It’s vegetable soup, Masumi-chan!” he could hear her continue to complain. “Why don’t you believe me when I say it’s disgusting, even if Shinichi cooked it?”
In spite of himself, Shinichi glanced down at the webpage she had left open on the browser.
All Chiaki-senpai does is cock, shoots, and leaves. He may think he’s hung like a horse that needs to get rubbed, but I can’t eat it every day. >__<
And even worse, he realized something else, seeing the speedily increasing comments underneath.
“NODAME!”
23:27 01262011