XXVIII. [some action log maybe?]
...Nagato...
*has been really lost in thought recently, doesn't want to do study groups or play with Rika or Suzaku or anything, also doesn't eat much at dinner, and his side of the room has really been getting to be a pig-sty*
[Private, unhackable]
...
*suddenly (BAM!) violently kicks the door frame of his room when he came straight home from school one of these days (again, without going home with Haruhi like he used to more often) - he then kinda shrinks and glances left and right nervously, though, afraid that that might've been a little loud, doesn't want to get yelled at, he ducks into his room quickly, glad that Suzaku wasn't home at that moment*
There must be some way to prove it. ...That's what I keep saying in my head, these days. But even if I think that, it doesn't make it any closer to truth. When it really comes down to it, Haruhi's right. There's no telling what we've forgotten, until we've regained all of our memories. Until then, we don't know what kind of relationships we may have had before. It took me months to remember that I had a little sister. I could very well be forgetting that I have a girlfriend.
What does this mean? Should we even be together? What if we remember that we had a girlfriend or boyfriend, and they're here on the island? I wouldn't want to cause her pain like that...
If only there were someway to prove it--
...No.
That's not it. I just don't even want to know. I find myself unable to judge if I really care about my past, the more I remember about it. After all, I don't live that life here. Here, I wake up, and I go to school to be taught by one-eyed hippie, a psychotic depressed maniac, and a who-knows-how-tall death god in all black. I work at a hot springs resort with a really beautiful view and really terrifying boss. I live with the son of the Prime Minister of another world's Japan, and sometimes we play basketball together. It's all too out-of-this-world, but it's become my life. This is my life.
I also have a girlfriend named Haruhi Fujioka.
I have a girlfriend...
[Private I guess? Filtered to Haruhi?]
*during her studies, Haruhi will find a bookmark in one of her textbooks that she doesn't remember ever putting there - it reads as follows:*
Meet me outside the apartment when you're finished. -Kyon
*if she goes there, she will find Kyon sitting on a bench in front of the apartments*
((who knows how late it'll be when she finally manages to happen across the bookmark! 8O mods, please subtract $1,600 for...something. it's a surprise ufufufu hope that's okay))
*has been really lost in thought recently, doesn't want to do study groups or play with Rika or Suzaku or anything, also doesn't eat much at dinner, and his side of the room has really been getting to be a pig-sty*
[Private, unhackable]
...
*suddenly (BAM!) violently kicks the door frame of his room when he came straight home from school one of these days (again, without going home with Haruhi like he used to more often) - he then kinda shrinks and glances left and right nervously, though, afraid that that might've been a little loud, doesn't want to get yelled at, he ducks into his room quickly, glad that Suzaku wasn't home at that moment*
There must be some way to prove it. ...That's what I keep saying in my head, these days. But even if I think that, it doesn't make it any closer to truth. When it really comes down to it, Haruhi's right. There's no telling what we've forgotten, until we've regained all of our memories. Until then, we don't know what kind of relationships we may have had before. It took me months to remember that I had a little sister. I could very well be forgetting that I have a girlfriend.
What does this mean? Should we even be together? What if we remember that we had a girlfriend or boyfriend, and they're here on the island? I wouldn't want to cause her pain like that...
If only there were someway to prove it--
...No.
That's not it. I just don't even want to know. I find myself unable to judge if I really care about my past, the more I remember about it. After all, I don't live that life here. Here, I wake up, and I go to school to be taught by one-eyed hippie, a psychotic depressed maniac, and a who-knows-how-tall death god in all black. I work at a hot springs resort with a really beautiful view and really terrifying boss. I live with the son of the Prime Minister of another world's Japan, and sometimes we play basketball together. It's all too out-of-this-world, but it's become my life. This is my life.
I also have a girlfriend named Haruhi Fujioka.
I have a girlfriend...
[Private I guess? Filtered to Haruhi?]
*during her studies, Haruhi will find a bookmark in one of her textbooks that she doesn't remember ever putting there - it reads as follows:*
Meet me outside the apartment when you're finished. -Kyon
*if she goes there, she will find Kyon sitting on a bench in front of the apartments*
((who knows how late it'll be when she finally manages to happen across the bookmark! 8O mods, please subtract $1,600 for...something. it's a surprise ufufufu hope that's okay))