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chineseinkEmi's birthday.
08.12.2005
I haven’t written InuKai in many, many months. It was incredibly hard to start again, too, but it was surprisingly fun once I got it started. I’ve missed Inui and his calculations.
20. statistics; InuKai, tenipuri, pg
Inui adjusted his glasses and studied the item on the rack before him. High-quality grip tape, black in color. The same brand, if he recalled accurately (and a quick flip through his notebook confirmed this), that Echizen and Ibu from Fudomine had disputed over.
“88.5%,” he muttered to himself, writing down the conclusion.
He moved down a few feet and glanced at the new item in question. A dark green wristband, similar in color to the bandanna Kaidoh favored. Inui made quick calculations. “70.7%,” he said, and continued down the line. A white sun-visor garnered a “21.0%” while a sports energy drink earned an even lower “19.8%.” Inui was quite certain his own concoctions were much more nutritionally-balanced and welcomed.
Scratching away in his notebook, he took inventory of the majority of the shop’s tennis-related merchandise and frowned at his results. He flipped back a few pages to scan the notes he’d taken at a nearby gift shop earlier.
Flowers, 10.6%; candy, 14.5%; stuffed animal, 11.2%; card, 16.9%.
All results dismally low. The tennis shop boasted better statistics, but Inui had resolved to not buy anything for Kaidoh’s birthday unless the chances of him liking the present was at least a solid 90%. Anything less and Inui was afraid he’d be wasting his money. And be facing embarrassment, of course, but he wouldn’t admit to that. He was just being practical.
Still, over the next week as he conducted research and the days grew closer to Kaidoh’s birthday, Inui was distressed to find that the grip tape still ranked highest on the list, and that was a gloomy 1.5% off the mark. There had to be something, he knew, that would be, if not exactly what Kaidoh wanted, at least close enough that he’d be genuinely glad to receive.
The night before Kaidoh’s birthday, Inui sat before his computer, frowning. At this rate, he might have to settle for the grip tape, which meant he’d have to wake up fifteen minutes earlier to get to the shop to purchase it in time to give it to Kaidoh after school. He didn’t want to have to settle though. Especially if it threw his carefully planned routine.
Inui paused.
Minutes later, he was typing rapidly away on his computer, occasionally taking a moment to flip hastily through the various notebooks of data that were scattered across his desk. There was something…yes…and if he cut his sleep by an estimated three hours, he should be able to finish it in time. Inui was determined and the tilt of his glasses reflected that.
The next afternoon, after practice, Inui coughed discreetly and pulled Kaidoh to the side. “Today,” he said, rather awkwardly, “is your birthday.”
Kaidoh shrugged nervously and looked at the ground, scuffing the toe of his sneaker against the grass. “Yeah.”
“I’ve taken the liberty of, well, bringing you a gift.” Inui shifted uncomfortably as Kaidoh looked up at him, surprised. He opened his notebook and drew out a few sheets of paper, which he handed to the other boy. “It’s a new training regimen,” he explained unnecessarily as Kaidoh flipped through the pages. “You were due for a new one anyway.”
Kaidoh glanced through the workout schedule and diet recommendations. His eyes widened slightly when he caught sight of something peculiar and he flushed slightly, looking back at Inui. “Ah, senpai,” he muttered.
Inui cleared his throat. “As you can see, I’ve also relegated some time for us to…enjoy each other’s company while, ah, increasing our social health. Which is quite necessary in creating a balanced harmony within the body, along with maintaining physical and mental well-being.” He did hesitate to call them ‘dates.’
Kaidoh inclined his head, cheeks still flushed. “Thank you,” he said. “Inui.”
Later, at home, Inui marked in his notes beneath the crossed-out line about houseplants and new tennis balls: 100% success.
08.12.2005
I haven’t written InuKai in many, many months. It was incredibly hard to start again, too, but it was surprisingly fun once I got it started. I’ve missed Inui and his calculations.
20. statistics; InuKai, tenipuri, pg
Inui adjusted his glasses and studied the item on the rack before him. High-quality grip tape, black in color. The same brand, if he recalled accurately (and a quick flip through his notebook confirmed this), that Echizen and Ibu from Fudomine had disputed over.
“88.5%,” he muttered to himself, writing down the conclusion.
He moved down a few feet and glanced at the new item in question. A dark green wristband, similar in color to the bandanna Kaidoh favored. Inui made quick calculations. “70.7%,” he said, and continued down the line. A white sun-visor garnered a “21.0%” while a sports energy drink earned an even lower “19.8%.” Inui was quite certain his own concoctions were much more nutritionally-balanced and welcomed.
Scratching away in his notebook, he took inventory of the majority of the shop’s tennis-related merchandise and frowned at his results. He flipped back a few pages to scan the notes he’d taken at a nearby gift shop earlier.
Flowers, 10.6%; candy, 14.5%; stuffed animal, 11.2%; card, 16.9%.
All results dismally low. The tennis shop boasted better statistics, but Inui had resolved to not buy anything for Kaidoh’s birthday unless the chances of him liking the present was at least a solid 90%. Anything less and Inui was afraid he’d be wasting his money. And be facing embarrassment, of course, but he wouldn’t admit to that. He was just being practical.
Still, over the next week as he conducted research and the days grew closer to Kaidoh’s birthday, Inui was distressed to find that the grip tape still ranked highest on the list, and that was a gloomy 1.5% off the mark. There had to be something, he knew, that would be, if not exactly what Kaidoh wanted, at least close enough that he’d be genuinely glad to receive.
The night before Kaidoh’s birthday, Inui sat before his computer, frowning. At this rate, he might have to settle for the grip tape, which meant he’d have to wake up fifteen minutes earlier to get to the shop to purchase it in time to give it to Kaidoh after school. He didn’t want to have to settle though. Especially if it threw his carefully planned routine.
Inui paused.
Minutes later, he was typing rapidly away on his computer, occasionally taking a moment to flip hastily through the various notebooks of data that were scattered across his desk. There was something…yes…and if he cut his sleep by an estimated three hours, he should be able to finish it in time. Inui was determined and the tilt of his glasses reflected that.
The next afternoon, after practice, Inui coughed discreetly and pulled Kaidoh to the side. “Today,” he said, rather awkwardly, “is your birthday.”
Kaidoh shrugged nervously and looked at the ground, scuffing the toe of his sneaker against the grass. “Yeah.”
“I’ve taken the liberty of, well, bringing you a gift.” Inui shifted uncomfortably as Kaidoh looked up at him, surprised. He opened his notebook and drew out a few sheets of paper, which he handed to the other boy. “It’s a new training regimen,” he explained unnecessarily as Kaidoh flipped through the pages. “You were due for a new one anyway.”
Kaidoh glanced through the workout schedule and diet recommendations. His eyes widened slightly when he caught sight of something peculiar and he flushed slightly, looking back at Inui. “Ah, senpai,” he muttered.
Inui cleared his throat. “As you can see, I’ve also relegated some time for us to…enjoy each other’s company while, ah, increasing our social health. Which is quite necessary in creating a balanced harmony within the body, along with maintaining physical and mental well-being.” He did hesitate to call them ‘dates.’
Kaidoh inclined his head, cheeks still flushed. “Thank you,” he said. “Inui.”
Later, at home, Inui marked in his notes beneath the crossed-out line about houseplants and new tennis balls: 100% success.
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