RHRT: Glimpses 26Glimpse #26: Late Night Snack
Robu woke up to the smell of bacon being cooked in the kitchen. Having animalistic senses such as smell had caused him to become a light sleeper over the years, and his sensitive ears picked up the faint sound of meat crackling amidst the low hum of the microwave. Breakfast time already? he thought as he reached for his alarm clock in the dark room.
Rizu looked at the clock on the stove as her bacon spun on the built-in carousel and began to count down to herself. It's going on two o'clock, and he has yet to jump out of bed, she mused. He should be running in here any minute now. Three two one
The bedroom door flew open, and Robu stormed into the kitchen in nothing but his favorite sleep shirt and boxers. He narrowed his brown eyes at his girlfriend and growled, "Are you fucking mad?"
"As mad as a hungry hatter," returned Rizu. "Now, how many slices do you want?"
RHRT: Glimpses 25Glimpse #25: Names
Robu: when I am generally speaking to or of him without a trace of affection.
Robi-: when I either want something, want something from him, or I'm caught up in a mind-blowing orgasm.
Robato: when my patience is being tried or if I need to be formal when addressing him.
Robato Rei: when he has angered me to a certain point or when I have to holler over his loud music just to get his attention.
Robato Rei Tsuchino: when he has done something incredibly stupid to make me want to kill him.
Robu peered over Rizu's shoulder and looked at her list on the online compatibility questionnaire Megu Hino sent her in an email. He frowned when he saw her answers and then looked at his in disappointment. Out of all the names he could call his girlfriend, he always referred to her as simply Rizu. It's not fair, he thought with a heavy sigh. She's entitled to call me whatever she wants no matter how much she reminds me of Grandmama and Mama, and I can only use one nam
RHRT: Glimpses 24Glimpse #24: Breakfast
Seiji would never admit to begging at table, especially when the smell of Rizu cooking bacon lures him away from the dream world. Wolves never beg like a starving mutt under his master's feet; they just wait until a piece of delicious meat lands at their paws.
Rizu would never admit to playing with her food, especially when she's contemplating about the dream she had the night before. Grown women never pick at their pancakes like little children; they just can't do something when their minds are preoccupied.
Robu would never admit to Rizu that she looked sexy in his shirt and boxers, messy ponytail and all, especially when he's reading the morning newspaper over a fresh cup of black coffee. Grown men never compliment a woman like a weak, lovesick Romeo; they just hate to see her get upset if they don't boost her ego with flowery words.
RHRT: Glimpses 23Glimpse #23: The Sound of Silence
Robu lifted his eyes from the screen of the laptop as he heard the front door softly close behind Rizu. She stood still for moment before she pulled away and looked at him with a hint of sadness in her eyes. She had just returned from visiting her parents in Roganu, and from the way she staring and how quiet she was, he knew it was not a pleasant visit and that her mother had something to do with it.
He knew better than to ask her the obvious, and he was sure she was ready to rant if he gave her the chance. Instead, he closed his laptop, placed it on the coffee table in front of him, and then looked back at Rizu in silent invitation.
It did not take long for his message to reach to her. She took the empty cushion next to him and curled up against him to collect her thoughts. He, in return, wrapped his left arm around her and held her without saying a word.
Even in moments of silence, he still loved her.
Bella vs. Tamashii: Muse"Mine!"
"No, he's mine!"
"Back off, Angelic twerp!" hissed Bella Swann. "I was the reason why he got so popular after all these years!"
"Yeah, but there's more to his music than just sappy love lyrics, you sparkling-vampire whore!" shot back Tamashii.
"Had it not been for me, I'm sure you wouldn't have known about his anti-Illuminati messages!"
"And had it not been for me, his teeny-bopper fans would still be associating his music with the worst supernatural series in the world!"
Edward Cullen and Seijitsu shook their heads as they continued to watch their girlfriends fight over a homemade Matthew Bellamy plushie. "He's just a rock star," groaned Edward.
"You try telling that to them," muttered Seijitsu.