Болезнь наконец перестала мучать мой температурный режм перетекла в обычный набор: больное горло, кашель и насморк.
Теперь хоть могу больше времени проводить за копьютером Не скажу, что это принесло не особую пользу, скорее наоборот. Будучи лишеннной возможности долго читать электронные тексты убивала свободное время чтением материалов по Древней Руси - как-никак историю экзаменом сдаю))
А теперь читаю фики
Благодаря Flora, прочитала чудесный Атобе/Санада
Там просто изумительный скучающий Атобе))
“McDonald’s?” Shishido repeated, slamming his locker shut. “You want to go to McDonald’s?”
“Yes,” Atobe said simply from where he was leaning on the row of lockers beside Shishido’s. “I’m hungry, I’m bored, you’re here, let’s go.”
Но самая-самая сцена это конечно как они втроем: Атобе, Шишидо и Чотаро пели печенье Я валялась под столом
He’d been there for about an hour and they had graduated onto pies when his phone started ringing.
“Oh,” Atobe murmured, up to his elbows in raw eggs and flour that he was trying to knead into dough.
“Who’s that?” Shishido asked.
“How should I know? My hands are sticky, I can’t answer it,” Atobe said, glancing down at his pocket. “Check it, would you?”
“Where is it?”
“Front pocket.”
Shishido gave him an incredulous look. “I am not reaching into your pocket, Atobe.”
Atobe rolled his eyes. “I’m giving you permission.”
“Atobe -- No.”
“Shishido.”
“I’m not doing it!”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s weird!”
“It isn’t weird and it could be an important call!” Atobe said. “Now check Ore-sama’s pocket!”
“I won’t!”
Atobe opened his mouth to say something else, but Ohtori cut between them just then, reaching forward and plucking Atobe’s cell phone from the front of his jeans. He handed it to Shishido with a flat look, and then went back to mixing the fruit filling without another word. Atobe and Shishido blinked at him.
“Well?” Ohtori asked, rolling his eyes. “You said it might be important.”
Там вообще можно каждый абзац цитировать))
В общем, рекомендую))