fandomhigh | Living on Your Own, Friday, Aug. 15, period 1

Tyler didn't seem especially inclined to chit-chat as he started class today, but that wasn't so far from his norm.

"All right," he said, once the students were all seated. "So you have a house -- decorated to your specifications -- and a job, and what you need is something to do in your down time. Drinking yourself into a coma is always a popular choice, and so is watching TV until your brain turns to goop. But on the off chance you need something more active to do and don't already spend all your time on the Internet arguing about plot holes in the new Z-Cases Movie, hobbies are good things. And knitting is a really popular hobby."

He held up a skein of gray yarn with knitting needles through it. "I learned to do this here. Eleven years ago, I could make a scarf. Right now, I can make a slightly better scarf. Here's how." He explained and demonstrated knitting, looking oddly proud of himself as he finished a few rows.

"The other popular thing to knit in Fandom, and I do not wanna know why, is dildo cozies." He held up one that looked like a very long, very skinny sock made from neon purple yarn. "There are patterns for those on your tables, should you feel so inspired."

"And that is it from me for the day, go ahead and knit. I'll be around."

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"I said knitting is lame," he explained slowly, so she'd understand him. "I didn't say your mom is lame. And fine, you can think whatever you want. I don't care."

"You're the one that started the argument!"

Maybe.

He didn't even remember who started it. "You laughed at me," he decided, which squarely placed the blame with her.

"You're the one that couldn't figure anything out."

"I don't want to figure it out!" he grumbled, finally getting up to pick up the fallen yarn. Which... really showed off Bermuda shorts. Dammit.

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Ino was just going to giggle now. Yeah. Sure, she was also in shorts--which were pink and yellow, but she was a girl and therefore that much colour wasn't nearly so horrifying--but it was still funny when they were on him.

Which prompted Ichigo to throw the yarn back in her direction. "Shut. Up."

"Haven't you figured out by now that I never shut up?" With more giggling.

"Yeah, I have," he grumbled as he plopped back down in his seat and glowered at the knitting needles. "It means you're noisy." He wasn't in a terribly good mood.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"And isn't that just too bad for you?"

Oh sure, that was real mature. Which just meant that he had to return the favour. "Shut up."

Ino never claimed to be mature all the time. That'd be boring.

"Never!"

"Don't make me come over there!" he threatened. Not that he would ,that would require getting up and showing his shorts again.

"As if you would!" she taunted him, leaning back in her chair and smirking.

"We're in class!" he grumbled, looking for an excuse to stay on his chair.

"Thank you for remembering that, Ichigo," Tyler interjected. He'd been letting this go, but it was getting ridiculous. "Look, I don't feel like giving out detentions, so please, save it. You can flirt after class."

Edited 2008-08-15 19:33 (UTC)

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"We're not flirting!"

The teacher was definitely smirking. "Sure looked like it from here."

Ichigo coloured brightly red, which really didn't go well with the hair or the shorts. He would have made a protest about how that wasn't flirting and he finally caught his breath. "We're not! She's a classmate!"

"Okay," Tyler said, in an elaborate tone of disbelief. "You're not flirting, then. Anyhow, you can talk, just ... keep it a little less likely to distract everyone else in the class. All right?"

He was preparing to step away.

Ichigo wasn't going to argue. Hell, he had shrunk down his seat, quite possibly wishing to disappear. He nodded mutely.

"Laaaame," Ino muttered rebelliously. "Ichigo get your ass over here and I'll show you how to knit, geez."

"I'm good here," he mumbled through gritted teeth, staring at his desk.

Flirting? He didn't need to flirt! Geez, why would he be flirting?

Geez, boys were so pathetic. They weren't flirting, obviously, so there was no need to get embarrassed all because the Tyler-sensei was blind.

"Have fun playing with your string," she smirked.