#trollsamu

‘Furious’ didn’t even begin to describe what Ken was when he came home one day to find his computer no longer in his bedroom. He was standing in the doorway, looking at the now bare desk beside his bed.

Deep breath. “Mom!”

“What is it, dear?”

“Where. Is my. Computer.”

“Your father and I agreed that it’s not healthy to let you have it in there anymore. You’re starting to behave like you did that awful year you disappeared. Osamu said--”

“Osamu said what.”

“--that he thought you’re too fixated on your technology. You need to take a break every once and awhile.”

“I don’t need any breaks! I’m busy, can’t you see that!?”

“Then you can be busy in the living room.”

The living room. His life’s work was sitting in the living room for anyone in his family to touch.

" ‘They’ are the ones only using a fraction of their brain,” Kouichi deadpanned without even looking. He didn’t believe in that statement for a second.

Mymuse: Zelos Wilder

DoI know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell meabout your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternateuniverse | other (anything goes)

Pre-establishedrelationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possiblerelationships: friends | classmate |co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married| friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student| rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | businesspartners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’min the mood for: fluff | angst | horror |romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice oflife | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads |unplotted threads | other

Mimi made it her business to know what went on in her friend’s lives especially stressful times such as exams or work deadlines. Knowing the new deadlines for Osamu Ichijouji’s writing was no exception, especially as he had a very bad habit of neglecting himself when they were approaching.

She approached his apartment door with a homemade meal she packed up for him and knocked on the door, waiting. When no one opened the door she tried again, a little louder and called, “Osamu-kun! “

Witch:If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be? “The cruelty. I’ve met both people and Digimon who seem to exist only to cause suffering for others. I just wish everyone could rise above that.”

Ghost:Do you have any regrets?

Scrutinizing the stack of sheets he came to another dead end, the answer evading him completely. A sigh escaped his lips as his fellow class-mates began to file in, chattering away; seemingly unburdened by the monumental task at hand. That however, wasn't the only thing to surprise him; for their substitute teacher meandered through the doorway, not far behind the final; tardy, student.