A Transcript of Aliens by K. Yome

Because when the fire caster and the inventor talk, the conversation happens mostly in syllables, like aliens, you know?
I hate it when they do that.


(Following is a professional transcript recorded by the great Koko Yome, of a conversation between N. Hyuuga and H. Imai, at the canteen, lunch break. Half of me's going down the drain because of Jinno's exam. The other half's cracking because of this particular conversation, if it can even be called that, between mentioned subjects. Almost too easy to transcript, and I do transcript it because I'm too demented and bored and I have no control of what I do. For the record, they talk odd. Because when the fire caster and the inventor talk, the conversation happens mostly in syllables, like aliens, you know? I hate it when they do that.)

Hyuuga.

Imai.

(A nod, then a small significant glance at Mikan, then a smirk.)

Coward.

Me?

Obviously.

Huh.

(He looks away. Stares a little at his best friend. Smirks.)

Scaredy-cat.

(Dangerous flashing violet eyes.)

Shithead.

Blackmailer.

Idiot.

Hopeless bitch.

Twenty thousand.

(Confused.)

Twenty thousand?

Rabbits.

(Hotaru smug. Natsume annoyed.)

For?

Slandering.

(Natsume rolls eyes. Hotaru stretches hand.)

Pay up, spitfire.

Never.

Fine.

(Look toward Mikan, who is busy scratching away on her paper.)

Mikan?

(Natsume breathes out. Hotaru smug again. Mikan ignores Hotaru, too busy working out Jinno problem.)

Fine.

Tomorrow.

Fine.

Good.

Freak.

Thank you.

(Lunch bell rings. Conversation over. Had no idea what just came up. Head hurts. Freaks.)


Completely random, sorry! XD

~Ash.