It was love at first sight when Aiba entered the Japanese equivalent of OfficeMax. Sure, he'd only gone to the store because he needed more printer paper, and the Jimusho had already scolded him for stealing from the copy room. But he'd nearly fallen over in the middle of the store aisle when he saw her.
StapleSavant 8000. Even its name was beautiful. He checked out its box - sassy white cardboard with a tantalizingly teasing photograph of the stapler in action. 20, no 50, maybe even a hundred pieces of paper resting submissively under the StapleSavant 8000's predatory staple-y teeth. He picked up the box, satisfied with the heft of the thing.
It could be plugged into the wall or run on D batteries. Just like his inflatable girlfriend Kumiko - but a stapler wasn't as easily noticed when Nino stopped over to feed your fish. He carried it to the register where the blushing teenage check-out girl scanned it nervously.
"Aiba-san? Are you really Aiba-san?"
He beamed from ear to ear. "Staaaaplerrrrr!"
The girl's face fell in confusion.
--
"Shooooo-chan," Aiba said happily the next day at the studio while they recorded some tracks for their new album.
Sho looked up from his laptop. "Hmm?"
Aiba pulled the giant stapler from his bag and wiggled it in his hands. "I bet you're jealous!"
"Of?"
Aiba rolled his eyes. "Sure, play that game."
"Aiba-chan, I don't know what you're..."
But Aiba was already up and hunting for an outlet. Sho turned back to his computer, annoyed, as Leader walked in and said hello.
"New stapler, Aiba-chan?"
Aiba contorted himself until he was perched and squatting over his metal companion in full protective mode. "It's mine."
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Date: 2011-07-14 12:36 am (UTC)It was love at first sight when Aiba entered the Japanese equivalent of OfficeMax. Sure, he'd only gone to the store because he needed more printer paper, and the Jimusho had already scolded him for stealing from the copy room. But he'd nearly fallen over in the middle of the store aisle when he saw her.
StapleSavant 8000. Even its name was beautiful. He checked out its box - sassy white cardboard with a tantalizingly teasing photograph of the stapler in action. 20, no 50, maybe even a hundred pieces of paper resting submissively under the StapleSavant 8000's predatory staple-y teeth. He picked up the box, satisfied with the heft of the thing.
It could be plugged into the wall or run on D batteries. Just like his inflatable girlfriend Kumiko - but a stapler wasn't as easily noticed when Nino stopped over to feed your fish. He carried it to the register where the blushing teenage check-out girl scanned it nervously.
"Aiba-san? Are you really Aiba-san?"
He beamed from ear to ear. "Staaaaplerrrrr!"
The girl's face fell in confusion.
--
"Shooooo-chan," Aiba said happily the next day at the studio while they recorded some tracks for their new album.
Sho looked up from his laptop. "Hmm?"
Aiba pulled the giant stapler from his bag and wiggled it in his hands. "I bet you're jealous!"
"Of?"
Aiba rolled his eyes. "Sure, play that game."
"Aiba-chan, I don't know what you're..."
But Aiba was already up and hunting for an outlet. Sho turned back to his computer, annoyed, as Leader walked in and said hello.
"New stapler, Aiba-chan?"
Aiba contorted himself until he was perched and squatting over his metal companion in full protective mode. "It's mine."