A poem.

[bluethunderkuno]

You may all now drop everything and read the poem I have composed for my dearest Sadako. Her beauty is like the melted square of butter on a cob of corn. It is like the bubbles that rise to the top of your soda when you open the bottle! HER BEAUTY IS LIKE THE LONE RED SOCK IN THE DRIER OF APHRODITE THAT TURNS YOUR LOAD OF WHITES INTO A GLORIOUS

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[sevendaysareup]

...

You wrote me...a...poem.

[[OOC:BMNBGHFGHFHFAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHHAH. OH MY GOD. ♥♥]]

[bluethunderkuno]

I'll take that as you adoring it.

[sevendaysareup]

I...

It was very...abstract. But kind of you to think of me so highly, sir.

[bluethunderkuno]

Abstract poetry is an art in and of itself.

Please. Hush now. We mustn't upset the gods which have sent you to me!

[sevendaysareup]

If you say so--

...I suppose?

[bluethunderkuno]

Some say it'd be forward to ask one out on a date before meeting but Kuno Tatewaki ALWAYS puts his best foot foward.

[sevendaysareup]

You're...

Asking me out? .///.

[bluethunderkuno]

Why wail against fate? What pure love has brought together, let no fowl pull asunder. Come. Let us date!

[sevendaysareup]

...

I...

Um. O-okay. .//////.

[bluethunderkuno]

Huzzah!

It shall be announced at a later date!