Post by kaji on Apr 3, 2006 22:52:41 GMT -5
So. Faye is alive. All is well in the world.
In celebration of this (and my impending trip to china, YAYZ) I will write fanfiction. Moohahaha.
Oro was, by nature, the sort of person that kept his head down, helped other people whenever he could, and worked very hard, in hopes he wouldn't be singled out.
However, it was around finals time that the last part became an issue.
He wasn't the sort of person who got sick a lot, per se, but the sort of person who would work too hard, forget to take care of themselves, and inevitably rush onward towards collasping.
Normally, it was Alice who had always, traditionally, stopped him before he managed to go more then eighteen hours without food working on a piece, and made him sleep the night before any tests.
However, this year someone else noticed first.
Oro had been working on the painting he was to turn in as his art final. He'd been working on it for approximately 6 hours. Straight.
He never really expected Fei to be in that particular wing of the college. Fei, for his part, hadn't expected Oro to be there, looking like a paint-covered member of the living dead. Otherwise known as art students.
"Oro? What are you..." He paused, and seemed to take stock of the paint-covered, sleep-deprived, frazzled skinny mess of a human being before him.
Oro blinked muzzily back at him.
He woke up a couple hours later in his dorm, his paint-ruined shirt on a chair nearby, and his hands and face suspiciously clean. There was also a teenager in the room with rather unique hair, and an expression close to that of a cat who has just gotten wet.
Oro did the only thing plausible in this situation. He blushed, and made a rather girly squeaking sound.
Fei just looked at him in a totally bland way that promised all the wrath of Hell.
"You are a complete moron, you know that, right?"
"A moron who has class. Excuse me..." He never made it out of the bed. He moved forward, and the world tilted on it's axis dangerously. He thus missed the narrow, annoyed look that briefly flickered on Fei's face.
"Not with a fever, you don't. What were you thinking?!"
"About what, exactly?"
"Generally, people need little things like food, and rest, and those take priority over an art project."
Oro just looked at Fei. "You have obviously never met my professor."
"I should think not. Oro, you passed out in an empty studio. What if no one had been there?"
" Then I'd--I passed out?"
Fei made a noise that resembled something like a frustrated growl under his breath.
"Yes, yes you did. It's a good thing you're skinny."
Oro turned several interesting colors at that, ending in bright cherry red.
"You carried me here."
"Did you see anyone else around?"
Oro gave up, and collapsed back on his pillow with a groan. He had to be in Hell. This just wasn't fair.
There was a soft sigh from somewhere else in the room, and Oro realized he was drifting off already. Fei must've thought he was already asleep, because he heard him mutter something he couldn't quite catch, and suddenly, there was a light press of lips to his forehead.
It was a blessing he could blame the redness on the fever.
He waited until Fei left to open his eyes again, and glanced over to see, on the desk, his roommate's digital camcorder, on and recording, pointed right at his bed.
Oro blinked, sighed, and rolled over, a small smile playing across his face. Well, at least he had proof it had happened.
And who knew when he'd need blackmail material on his friend?
Yes, I do know people who have spent 6 hours on one project. I have been one of those people. With markers, no less.
Oro is lucky. I have never known paint to caused hallucinations.
Comment, concrit, please don't hurt me. Enjoy!
In celebration of this (and my impending trip to china, YAYZ) I will write fanfiction. Moohahaha.
Oro was, by nature, the sort of person that kept his head down, helped other people whenever he could, and worked very hard, in hopes he wouldn't be singled out.
However, it was around finals time that the last part became an issue.
He wasn't the sort of person who got sick a lot, per se, but the sort of person who would work too hard, forget to take care of themselves, and inevitably rush onward towards collasping.
Normally, it was Alice who had always, traditionally, stopped him before he managed to go more then eighteen hours without food working on a piece, and made him sleep the night before any tests.
However, this year someone else noticed first.
Oro had been working on the painting he was to turn in as his art final. He'd been working on it for approximately 6 hours. Straight.
He never really expected Fei to be in that particular wing of the college. Fei, for his part, hadn't expected Oro to be there, looking like a paint-covered member of the living dead. Otherwise known as art students.
"Oro? What are you..." He paused, and seemed to take stock of the paint-covered, sleep-deprived, frazzled skinny mess of a human being before him.
Oro blinked muzzily back at him.
He woke up a couple hours later in his dorm, his paint-ruined shirt on a chair nearby, and his hands and face suspiciously clean. There was also a teenager in the room with rather unique hair, and an expression close to that of a cat who has just gotten wet.
Oro did the only thing plausible in this situation. He blushed, and made a rather girly squeaking sound.
Fei just looked at him in a totally bland way that promised all the wrath of Hell.
"You are a complete moron, you know that, right?"
"A moron who has class. Excuse me..." He never made it out of the bed. He moved forward, and the world tilted on it's axis dangerously. He thus missed the narrow, annoyed look that briefly flickered on Fei's face.
"Not with a fever, you don't. What were you thinking?!"
"About what, exactly?"
"Generally, people need little things like food, and rest, and those take priority over an art project."
Oro just looked at Fei. "You have obviously never met my professor."
"I should think not. Oro, you passed out in an empty studio. What if no one had been there?"
" Then I'd--I passed out?"
Fei made a noise that resembled something like a frustrated growl under his breath.
"Yes, yes you did. It's a good thing you're skinny."
Oro turned several interesting colors at that, ending in bright cherry red.
"You carried me here."
"Did you see anyone else around?"
Oro gave up, and collapsed back on his pillow with a groan. He had to be in Hell. This just wasn't fair.
There was a soft sigh from somewhere else in the room, and Oro realized he was drifting off already. Fei must've thought he was already asleep, because he heard him mutter something he couldn't quite catch, and suddenly, there was a light press of lips to his forehead.
It was a blessing he could blame the redness on the fever.
He waited until Fei left to open his eyes again, and glanced over to see, on the desk, his roommate's digital camcorder, on and recording, pointed right at his bed.
Oro blinked, sighed, and rolled over, a small smile playing across his face. Well, at least he had proof it had happened.
And who knew when he'd need blackmail material on his friend?
Yes, I do know people who have spent 6 hours on one project. I have been one of those people. With markers, no less.
Oro is lucky. I have never known paint to caused hallucinations.
Comment, concrit, please don't hurt me. Enjoy!
