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Short story 3

Shoyo Hinata looked at the weathered newspaper in his hands and felt unstable.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. He had always loved cosy Cape Town with its joyous, jealous jungle. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel unstable.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kei Tsukishima. Kei was a delightful god with slimy hands and brunette fingers.

Shoyo gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an intuitive, vile, whiskey drinker with hairy hands and ginger fingers. His friends saw him as a purring, poised painter. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a weak chicken.

But not even an intuitive person who had once jumped into a river and saved a weak chicken, was prepared for what Kei had in store today.

The clouds danced like chatting lizards, making Shoyo stable.

As Shoyo stepped outside and Kei came closer, he could see the bumpy glint in his eye.

Kei gazed with the affection of 2951 cowardly knotty kittens. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."

Shoyo looked back, even more stable and still fingering the weathered newspaper. "Kei, hands up or I'll shoot," he replied.

They looked at each other with surprised feelings, like two rare, raspy rats skipping at a very intuitive rave, which had flute music playing in the background and two special uncles talking to the beat.

Shoyo regarded Kei's slimy hands and brunette fingers. "I feel the same way!" revealed Shoyo with a delighted grin.

Kei looked fuzzy, his emotions blushing like a gigantic, greasy gun.

Then Kei came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.

THE END

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these are getting even worse-