Please Let Me Live a Lazy Life!

Chapter 17: I Want to Live a Lazy Life (2)

Author's Note:

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Sooooooo, long time no see? Hehehehe......

I had no excuse. Other than the fact that my parents decided to open a new salon and I'm the only one in the family with mad media/computer skills. So I was designated as the designer and as a public media agent for the shop. And then on top of that, I was busy the last few months on my NEW JOB. Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ (I got both the position and the salary I wanted!)

But yeah, I should've used twitter as I had originally made a twitter for and inform you guys but... I get social anxiety on social media, okay? >.<

So, this also should have been posted, like, weeks ago, but Editor-chan abandoned me got busy because it's the weeks before spring break and Editor-chan's professors would love nothing more than to pile on all sorts of projects for Editor-chan to drown in. (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

Anyway, enjoy this lovely (and frustrating, because Amir is an uncooperative character to write about) chapter and I hope it's worth the wait. (Probably not, but here's the chapter nonetheless).

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"Tanaka."

Startled, the said young man turned around to look at the large screen attached to the wall close to his bed. The voice was familiar, low and deep with a bit of a purr as they called out his name, and he couldn't help but brighten when he saw a familiar face centered in the middle of the pictured surface.

The man was devilishly handsome with sharp features and equally sharp eyes that shone like gold under the sunlight. Around his jaw and his upper lip was a five o'clock shadow, which made him unfailingly more masculine rather than sloppy, and his usually confident and arrogant smile was softer than normal.

Tanaka stared at the face a second longer than usual, tilting his head as he traced the other's facial lines with his dark eyes. It almost felt as if it had been a while since he last saw this face.

"Tanaka," Basim called out once again after allowing the younger man to gawk at him for a full minute, his baritone voice mixed with fondness and exasperation. "What's wrong? Are you sleepy? Do you want to take a nap?"

It took another minute for Tanaka to answer-- in fact, he was actually tired, but it had been such a long time since they last talked to each other that for the first time in forever, he didn't want to go to sleep.

...Wait, that couldn't be right... A long time? But he and Basim talked to each other every day...

Nonetheless, Tanaka shook his head, his black hair ruffling at the motion. His messy short hair became even more puffed out, very similar to the fluff of a day-old chick. Though his large dark eyes looked heavy, he still wanted to talk to his friend some more.

"Basim-san," he called out to the older man softly, grabbing onto the blankets and pillows on his bed so that he could make himself comfortable on the mattress. He was wearing his sister's old sweater and his brother's old sweatpants. These were clothes that his siblings wore when they were in high school, but they looked a couple of sizes too big on Tanaka.

The image was terribly cozy and warm; just a single glance at the young man made one feel happy and pleasant. "Yes?" Basim answered indulgently, his features gradually softening the longer he stared at the dazed Tanaka.

Basim didn't rush for a reply and allowed the younger man to respond at his own pace. While Tanaka was a scientist with PhDs in multiple fields and a reputation equal to Albert Einstein, he was slower in every other aspect of life-- much slower (though this was mostly due to laziness rather than capability). His brain could think through hundreds of calculations within a second, its processing power equal to or greater than some of the supercomputers around the world, but once he started talking to people, it would stall painfully, and sometimes, blue screen altogether.