Literature
#99
(cue peaceful, everyday music)
Suto was sitting on the couch, legs on the table in front of him. He could see Hikaru a little was from him, looking for his scarf, which had been misplaced during their last little ‘game’.
“Dammit, Suto! Where the Hell did you put it?!” Hikaru shouted, on the ground, bent over.
Suto shrugged, “Dunno.”
Hikaru looked back and glared a bit, “You’re the one who tossed it aside!”
“I know.”
The spiky –haired man went back to looking again, not getting in an argument. Suto looked over to him, watching out of boredom. Something caught his e