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HOW L MAKES ICE CREAM!
A teen sat on a chair in the kitchen in a crouching position, not in his dorm room number nine like most people would. He sat in a unique style. His butt didn't touch the chair at all. His long toes curled around the edge of the chair, as if his toes were supporting his weight and holding him up. The teen was looking at his expensive laptop, and reading something on the screen. His wide eyes that stared at the screen looked so wide that they appeared almost comical. His eyes had black bags underneath them, as if he hasn't slept for days. The teen had black hair that was wild and went everywhere, as if he had never brushed his hair before in his life. The man wore an overlarge long sleeved white shirt. The sleeves went over his hands, leaving only his long elegant yet bony fingers to be seen. In his left hand he held a spoon, yet he only held the spoon with two fingers, his thumb and first finger of his hand. His other three fingers were free, and they moved a little sometimes as he held the spoon. His right hand was brought up near his mouth. The teen appeared to be chewing on his thumbnail, his other fingers were curled into a limp fist. On the table scattered everywhere were empty candy wrappers, along with platters of empty plates that had left over crumbs on them that looked like cake crumbs. The plates were piled up high on the table, meaning that the teen had probably eaten nearly a whole cake the whole night he was up. Right next to the laptops mouse was a box of already opened and half empty chocolate panda crackers. The crumbs of the crackers were all over the table, some even on the floor. On the other side of the laptop, was a bowl of vanilla ice cream with strawberry syrup. The cherry was already eaten, and the stem was lying next to the bowl of ice cream. This explained the reason on why the teen was holding the spoon in his two fingers of his hand. The teen was running low on sweets, he would remind himself that he would have to stand up and go get more in a matter of time. He leaned in closer to the computer screen, his toes curling tighter around the edge of his chair. From the shift in his position, his baggy blue jeans slid lower on his waist. Anyone could tell that the jeans were too big for him also. His figure was slim and had an almost bony appearance. Even though the teen ate tons of sweet, he was still as thin as a toothpick. His skin was light, as if he had never traveled outside his whole life. The man continued to stare at the computer screen, making sure he took in all the details of the paragraph he was reading in, and making sure he didn't miss anything important.
LATER ON…
The teen was blinked, thinking about what the other teen had said. He couldn't believe that there was still a person out their in the world that still followed old Japanese tradition. The teen slowly smiled, first the ends of his mouth curled up a tinge, and then he was smiling, his pearly whites showing.
"I am not offended at all." The teen said, standing up. He was still slouching, as usual.
"You want something to eat from this mystical cool box which is called a refridgerator? Alright then." The teen opened the freezer, and handed Izu a quart of vanilla ice cream. He then reached for the cabinet door with his bony elegant fingers and wrapped them around the cabinet knob, pulling it open. He took his right hand out of his mouth, and wiggling his fingers as he moved his hand around, scanning for the right bowl. When he found the right bowl, he pulled it out, and placed it on the counter.
Yet what if I wanted ice cream? The teen thought. I'll just get another bowl. The teen pulled out another bowl, not caring if he could of used the other bowl on the table, and just made it so that the teen would have to do more dishes later.
The teen then closed the cabinet doors, and opened a drawer beneath the counter. Yet he did not do this with his hands, he ended up doing it with the toes on his left foot! His fingers moved in the air as he scanned over the spoons with his hand. Suddenly his hand came down and he snatched up three spoons. Two spoons for eating, and the other spoon which was a bigger spoon was for scooping the ice cream. He slid the drawer shut with a thrust of his foot. He then placed all the spoons down on the counter, and crouched down.
There was another cabinet below the counter. He took out a jar of sweet sugared cherries, and then another container of chocolate syrup.
He placed the two jars on the counter, and then took the big spoon up with his left hand. Yet when he snatched it up, instead he picked it up with his thumb and first finger of his left hand. He opened the lid on the ice cream, and then scooped out so much ice cream in both bowls, that both bowls were filled to the brim. He didn't care if some ice cream spilled on the counter, and never bothered to clean it up. He then opened the syrup jar, and took a spoon, and started sloppily scooping up measures of syrup. It looked like he was doing it perfectly, for when he did this his eyes grew so wide that they looked like they were going to pop out of there sockets at any time. He stared in glamorous wonder, as he drizzled syrup in one bowl, and then did the same to the other. Syrup oozed out of the spoon onto the counter, but the teen didn't care. He placed the syrup spoon cautiously into what was to be Izus bowl of ice cream, and then opened the jar of sugared cherries. He took two cherries out by the stem with his thumb and first finger only, and placed a cherry on top of both ice cream bowls, some of the sugary juice of the cherries dripped onto the counter as he did this. He then took the last spoon with his thumb and first finger, and placed it into the other bowl without a spoon. He looked like he did it perfectly, for the whole time he did this he stared at the ingredients and placed them on the ice cream in perfect concentration, never looking up at Izu once. Yet it was not perfect, for he spilt sugary cream and juice all over the counter.
The teen, after all this was done, glanced up at Izu with wide, wide eyes. The whole time he had been fixing the ice cream, he had been slouching, and his knees had been bent a little. He was still in this unique position afterwards. The teen pointed with his first finger at the bowl of ice cream without tons of syrup.
"That one is yours.” He said, his eyes continuously watched Izu with curiosity.
((Izu was a guy I was roleplaying with "L" with. Izu is Reiiji. I am obsessed with L from Death note now...SO IF ANYONE CAN DRAW ME A PICTURE OF L!!! I would love them forever heart ))
 wingedprinceofdarkness · Mon Oct 16, 2006 @ 04:36am · 0 Comments |
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