like fire, like electricity, [bliss]

[Kasen Lirit]

like acid pumping through your veins,

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Blah, blah, blaahh. How very bored he was. So very bored, in fact, that he was talking (or thinking, as the case may be) like an English nanny from the late seventeenth century. Basically, Kasen was bored out of his fucking skill. Ooh, much better--buh-bye nanny.

Sure, Kasen had plenty of things to do,, but not many he wanted to do. Library? Hell no. Wonder around off campus? He didn't feel like it. He could call a friend, but see, chances are that he'd end up flirting (and maybe more) the night away. Basically, he didn't want to do anything. It wasn't that he was lazy (though honestly, he was), it was just that he didn't want to do anything. Really, he was just hoping that maybe something would happen on its own.

So, with his tacky peace scarf, even tackier shirt bearing a political message, skinny jeans, and those drippy shoes of his, Kasen sat--all dressed up with nowhere to go. Seated on his bed, long legs crossed Indian style, Kasen was haunched over his laptop (the one he'd made himself, not she shitty one), once again reminded that he was going to have back problems at one point in his life. He was already tall, and here he was, messing with fate.

"Yeah yeah, I know. By the time I'm fifty I'll be haunched over to a grand five feet tall." He wasn't talking to himself, technically, he was just picturing what his mother would be saying about his posture--or lack thereof.

Yes, that's how bored he was.

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