49. Stripes

Miyavi lay on the cream coloured carpet on his back, his long black hair splayed out over it. He held a magazine over himself, turing it back and forth like a kid pretending to drive a car, but with a distinct lack of sound effects. He was actually looking at the images on the page, two men wering nothing but black and pink. Not that wasn't the problem... no... the problem was that they were wearing STRIPED tops. He didn't actually have a problem with it... appart from the fact that looking at it gave him a slight headache. Soon another man entered the room, blonde hair with splashes of pink underneath, wearing a oversized yellow top and slightly baggy black jeans. Miyavi looked up at him with a small frown, sitting up and laying the magazine on the floor infront of him, pages spread out on the same picture.
"What's wrong Miyavi?" the other man asked, going over and sitting down beside him, looking at what he pointed to next. He was confused when he pointed at the photo's looking back up at the other with a bemused expression. "What?"
"Stripes Maya... STRIPES! S-T-R-I-P-E-S!" Miyavi exclaimed, making the afore mentioned man raise his practically non-existant eyebrows in suprise.
"What's wrong with stripes?" he asked, looking at the other as if he were crazy, which he most likely was if he had a problem with stripes of all things.
"They're STRIPES! Everything's wrong with them! Stripes are so last year!" Miyavi told him, scowling at the other and waving his arms a little as if it would help the other understand his point. Maya looked at the other for a moment before bursting into hysterical laughter, his giggles so intense that he fell backwards, not lieing on the floor.
"Comming from the man who wears a rainbow every time he leaves the house!"