ha b.}it ua l ~ S Y N D R O M E;;

Subject: ha b.}it ua l ~ S Y N D R O M E;; Sun Feb 15, 2009 10:41 am

「deplorable habit」

B l i n d dates were fucking lame. That's what Kin had to say about these sort of things, and yet there he was -- drained mentally of how shitty he felt waiting for someone he didn't even know, inevitably, his blind fucking date. There was only one reason he was even here, and that was solely the fact that he was a man of his word. This fellow thrived on his own fabricated integrity -- regardless of how deranged it was -- he still followed every one of his standardized norms orderly. And besides, he figured it couldn't be so bad, since he could simply meet this fucker and if shit went to the worst, he could just ditch hi-- Oh wait, it was actually a female; so he'd ditch *her.* He remembered that he had just finished doing some make-up model from Keio that day; his elated-fill status, during and after the fuck-session, had been due to the amount of narcotics they both had ensued upon before the whole thing had started. And after he had had his fill of the pretty-face laying in his exceedingly comfortable bed, the haze of the aftermath had driven him towards his cherry oak desk where the room's computer resided at. Like any other teenager of his age, Kin was naturally inclined to the internet and all the motifs it sported like clothing. The mixy, the cyworld -- Shit, he owned too many accounts to even remember. This time, however, he didn't face a clear browser. Instead, some website was already inputted into the address bar and the graphic gracing the monitor only excited his drugged state like some kitton to yarn.

He never found out who had put the site up, and now that he thought about it, he should probably enforce a tighter security for his main bedroom. Well, yeah, so he had put in all his information into each corresponding field of text, and when everything was deemed formidable, he clicked the huuuge link at the end of the application and submitted it. After that, he recalled suddenly feeling extremely lethargic and as if he could sleep for ages on end and still feel tired. With that, he had dragged himself over to the bed once more and basked fully in the ethereal slumber of midnight to midday. Come around noon, the model had already left his home and he assumed it was probably his mother's work, since she tended to violate the heir's privacy quite often. But anyways, he'd gotten up from bed with his attention flying over to the computer with an uncanny sense of intuition. After what seemed forever, he had managed to make his way over and sit in the comfy chair stationed before the desk. Raising a hand to rummage through the walnut locks, he urged the other to move the mouse over to the alert blinking on his toolbar: You've Got Mail! The very text was appealing at first, considering the fact he had ordered a shitload of clothing from ALGONQUINS the other day, and perhaps this e-mail was to confirm the shipping hours, or something. But when he noticed the recipient wasn't the one he was accustomed to clicking on, he slowly felt the grin on his lips break. Upon clicking it, he skimmed the text quickly until his sights landed on the time scheduled for his ' blind date. ' With a gaping mouth, " Wait, what? "

And after re-reading it sooo many times, the lad had finally given up on analyzing the text any longer. Irritation betrothed his demeanor, and as he hurried to the restroom to get ready, he remembered punching the door with brute force. There was no use in agonizing himself now though, this shit had to be done whether or not he liked it, because if he didn't show up then he'd be categorized as some pussy. And he wasn't really fond of such a description when it came to himself. Sauntering into the large walk-in closet, he selected out a weathered v-neck shirt with a light-fabric blazer, and slightly loose but moderately tight pinstripe pants. This checkered scarf-of-sorts (it wasn't literally a scarf you would use to wrap around your neck, it was more thin and rummaged amid your core so that it was more of a display) lodged against his pale neck, and the creepers couldn't go amiss. He figured that taking the girl to a well-appointed restaurant would merit enough credit for ' trying. ' So after e-mailing the matchmaker about the location, he had started off for the place with indifference plastered on his face and a stoge amid his lip. Upon arriving, the only thing left to do was await the stranger he was doomed to spend a few hours with.