senor-chado.livejournal.comSo, it was kind of lame that, now that the object of his recently-former boyfriend's obsessive crush was single, Chad was single, too, but just because he was single did not mean that Chad was not alone. He had some new friends that he'd accidently picked up on the way to work today, in the form of weetiny clinging bunnies that liked sitting on his broad shoulders and playing in his hair. And, since that was about the cutest thing ever, Chad definately didn't mind.
Until they wanted to play bubblegum J-Pop over the sound system. Chad wasn't even going to question how weetiny bunnies picked up an ear for J-Pop, but insanely cute, happy Japanese sung over synethized music was the last thing he wanted to listen to right now.
So they made a deal. Chad could listen to his classic rock and death metal if he would share with them his bento box lunch. Ranma seemed to have really gone out with this one, lots of rice and tomatoes, probably an apologetic action on his part, so Chad didn't mind at all.
Later, the weetiny bunnies would help him frame the few newspaper clips he found that mentioned the band's fight in Baltimore.
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