should sit down and keep her mouth shut. It wouldn’t be fun to write and I doubt it’d be fun to read. Which is why I refuse to do something that wouldn’t entertain a single person.
“Come on, Kyon. Put this symbol at the top of the page.”
“Do it yourself.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Look it up then. You’re never going to learn anything if you turn to someone else every time you don’t know something.”
“I’m the brigade chief. The brigade chief’s job is to give orders. Besides, if I do everything, you guys won’t have any work to do. Try to use your head once in a while. You won’t become a better person if you just do what you’re told.”
Are you telling me to do it or not to do it? Learn how to argue properly.
“Just do it already. I won’t be fooled by your sophistry. Only bored Greeks during the BC era would appreciate that. Hurry it up!”
I really didn’t want my ears to suffer any more of Haruhi’s cawing like a crow at dawn, so I reluctantly opened the HTML editor and shrank master artist Haruhi’s illustration, which looked something like a bored kid’s scribbling, to an adequate size, pasted it onto the file, and uploaded the whole thing.
I refreshed the page to make sure it had worked. It appeared that the unwarranted SOS Brigade emblem had left its footprint on the Internet. A glance at the access counter told me that wewere still in the double digits. I’m hoping that Haruhi’s the only person checking this website. Since I don’t want people to know that I was the one who made such a stupid site.
And with that side note, the first stage of my melancholy days comes to a close as a brief break begins tomorrow. This break is known as a post-exam vacation. A preparatory period for summer vacation during which teachers mark my test answers wrong.
Damn, this is annoying.
There was no point in feeling depressed about it, so I headed to the literary-club-room-turned-SOS-Brigade-hideout. At least I can ogle Asahina for some peace of mind.
Nagato would be reading in silence. Koizumi would be grinning as he solved shogi problems. Asahina would be waiting on everyone in her maid outfit. Haruhi would be talking and yelling and shouting about who knows what. My recent routine included having to listen to her bellowing.
I guess I shouldn’t say recent when I suspect it’s been like this since the beginning.
As I knocked on the door today, I started to get a sinking feeling. I was expecting a “Yes?” in Asahina’s muffled voice, but I got something else instead.
“Come in!”
The greeting was delivered by Haruhi’s casual voice, and I entered the room to find that she was the only one there. She had her elbows propped up on the brigade chief’s desk as she fiddled with the computer she’d extorted from the computer society.
“Oh. It’s just you.”
“Yuki’s also here.”
Nagato was, in fact, sitting at the corner of the table with anopen book, like a statue as always. She’s like an accessory for this room so you don’t have to include her. She never committed to joining the SOS Brigade either, and she’s officially a member of the literary club. But I should still correct myself.
“Oh. It’s just you and Nagato.”
“Yeah, you have a complaint about it? I’m willing to hear you out. After all, I am the brigade chief.”
“If I were to list out my complaints concerning you, I’d end up completely covering both sides of a sheet of legal-sized paper.”
“I’m the one who feels disappointed. Knocking on the door made me think that a visitor had come to see us, you know. Don’t confuse me like that.”
I was taking extreme care so I didn’t end up accidentally witnessing Asahina changing her clothes in the flesh. That lovable and careless person has been having a hard time remembering to lock the door.
And what do you mean by a visitor? Who’s going to visit this place?
Haruhi turned to glare at me.
“Don’t you remember?”
That made
“Come on, Kyon. Put this symbol at the top of the page.”
“Do it yourself.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Look it up then. You’re never going to learn anything if you turn to someone else every time you don’t know something.”
“I’m the brigade chief. The brigade chief’s job is to give orders. Besides, if I do everything, you guys won’t have any work to do. Try to use your head once in a while. You won’t become a better person if you just do what you’re told.”
Are you telling me to do it or not to do it? Learn how to argue properly.
“Just do it already. I won’t be fooled by your sophistry. Only bored Greeks during the BC era would appreciate that. Hurry it up!”
I really didn’t want my ears to suffer any more of Haruhi’s cawing like a crow at dawn, so I reluctantly opened the HTML editor and shrank master artist Haruhi’s illustration, which looked something like a bored kid’s scribbling, to an adequate size, pasted it onto the file, and uploaded the whole thing.
I refreshed the page to make sure it had worked. It appeared that the unwarranted SOS Brigade emblem had left its footprint on the Internet. A glance at the access counter told me that wewere still in the double digits. I’m hoping that Haruhi’s the only person checking this website. Since I don’t want people to know that I was the one who made such a stupid site.
And with that side note, the first stage of my melancholy days comes to a close as a brief break begins tomorrow. This break is known as a post-exam vacation. A preparatory period for summer vacation during which teachers mark my test answers wrong.
Damn, this is annoying.
There was no point in feeling depressed about it, so I headed to the literary-club-room-turned-SOS-Brigade-hideout. At least I can ogle Asahina for some peace of mind.
Nagato would be reading in silence. Koizumi would be grinning as he solved shogi problems. Asahina would be waiting on everyone in her maid outfit. Haruhi would be talking and yelling and shouting about who knows what. My recent routine included having to listen to her bellowing.
I guess I shouldn’t say recent when I suspect it’s been like this since the beginning.
As I knocked on the door today, I started to get a sinking feeling. I was expecting a “Yes?” in Asahina’s muffled voice, but I got something else instead.
“Come in!”
The greeting was delivered by Haruhi’s casual voice, and I entered the room to find that she was the only one there. She had her elbows propped up on the brigade chief’s desk as she fiddled with the computer she’d extorted from the computer society.
“Oh. It’s just you.”
“Yuki’s also here.”
Nagato was, in fact, sitting at the corner of the table with anopen book, like a statue as always. She’s like an accessory for this room so you don’t have to include her. She never committed to joining the SOS Brigade either, and she’s officially a member of the literary club. But I should still correct myself.
“Oh. It’s just you and Nagato.”
“Yeah, you have a complaint about it? I’m willing to hear you out. After all, I am the brigade chief.”
“If I were to list out my complaints concerning you, I’d end up completely covering both sides of a sheet of legal-sized paper.”
“I’m the one who feels disappointed. Knocking on the door made me think that a visitor had come to see us, you know. Don’t confuse me like that.”
I was taking extreme care so I didn’t end up accidentally witnessing Asahina changing her clothes in the flesh. That lovable and careless person has been having a hard time remembering to lock the door.
And what do you mean by a visitor? Who’s going to visit this place?
Haruhi turned to glare at me.
“Don’t you remember?”
That made
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