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"I think yer rooms bugged, Capt'n," He says while plucking the old shell of a cicada from the wall. Noisy little creatures, he's glad they aren't around all year-long.
It was the height of summer; soaring temperatures and sticky humidity, not even the slightest zephyr to relieve this unending torture. And of course, to add on to mortal agonies, there was also the never-ending cacophony of this year’s batch of newly emerged cicadas, shrill and loud. Hell on earth. Shinji already had a cicada-shell congo line arranged on his desk out of sheer boredom, and he gazed with a glazed lethargy at Takumi. It was so stiflingly warm he was loathed to even twitch.
“ Ha. Ha. Hah, ” he uttered dryly. “ If ya think yer pun is very clever and will fly...well, yer right. ” The blond just had no strength or will to actually laugh, lanky form wilting over his desk like a floppy mop. “ Ya finally crawled outta yer pillow fort? It’s gettin’ hot in there? So take off all yer clothes? ”
