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Jan. 18th, 2010 04:53 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[PRIVATE; JOURNAL]
Okay, so butlering? Not a walk in the park. Then again, it's not like I'm exactly unused to doing a great deal of menial labor occasionally broken up by someone who thinks they're better than me telling me how to do my job. At least for THIS, I get paid. And, naturally, the sight of Miss Asahina in an even more gorgeous maid outfit than she wears around the SOS Brigade clubroom is more than enough compensation for my weary body at the end of the day. Oh, to burn the memory into my brain.
On a whole, if they keep me doing comparatively normal jobs like this -- and assuming they don't attempt to volunteer me or, and heavens curse them if they do, MISS ASAHINA for anything dangerous, I think I could get used to it.
[PUBLIC; ON LOCATION: AT THE MARKET]
With a bit of cash in hand, Kyon's actually taking the time to look closely at things. His eyes only briefly go over the doujinshis at first, mulling, as any teen boy ought, at the more pornographic stuff. It's only when he's passing over everything visually the SECOND time that a horrible thought occurs to him, and he begins actually looking through some of it.
Not to wank off to. To figure out what to buy and burn before it gets out around the compound. A "fictional" character has a reputation to maintain, after all.
Of course, as usual, he's probably setting himself up for an uncomfortable encounter...
Okay, so butlering? Not a walk in the park. Then again, it's not like I'm exactly unused to doing a great deal of menial labor occasionally broken up by someone who thinks they're better than me telling me how to do my job. At least for THIS, I get paid. And, naturally, the sight of Miss Asahina in an even more gorgeous maid outfit than she wears around the SOS Brigade clubroom is more than enough compensation for my weary body at the end of the day. Oh, to burn the memory into my brain.
On a whole, if they keep me doing comparatively normal jobs like this -- and assuming they don't attempt to volunteer me or, and heavens curse them if they do, MISS ASAHINA for anything dangerous, I think I could get used to it.
[PUBLIC; ON LOCATION: AT THE MARKET]
With a bit of cash in hand, Kyon's actually taking the time to look closely at things. His eyes only briefly go over the doujinshis at first, mulling, as any teen boy ought, at the more pornographic stuff. It's only when he's passing over everything visually the SECOND time that a horrible thought occurs to him, and he begins actually looking through some of it.
Not to wank off to. To figure out what to buy and burn before it gets out around the compound. A "fictional" character has a reputation to maintain, after all.
Of course, as usual, he's probably setting himself up for an uncomfortable encounter...