The unamusement of- (the return? But so it was that that was some time ago.)
(Did the sight from the window ledge frighten you away from it then?)
It has besought me, the academia (like a stay). The sex in it is nothing. (And so the intercourse itself might be disregarded. Metaphorically speaking.) The dean has discussed with me the fact that I will have to make up at least one semester in an Independent Studies program, and if it is the tuition but not the time invested to such that I will begrudge- (but that would be foolish. To waste. How unsatisfactory.)
And that my body would still betray me with its weakness. (And that sleep would still loiter unkindly to the side of my mind and not anywhere near the cusp of it. I am filled with distaste.) I think that Pein would like to work my muscles until they are bone. That anyone should have to endure such constance. (You know, of course that you make my studying very difficult with your eyes. They're irritating. She irritates me more, of course, but you shouldn't like me to speak as such, in the same way I think she should like me not to speak at all. But if rotund is what she is then you will have to allow me to partake.) And rotund is what she is.
The light that filters in around the edges.
(I will have to wash the curtains again. Have you touched them at all since I departed? They look disgusting. I'm repulse to touch them. The dust will unfurl like wings and that shan't be to my liking, as we both know. This place is in shambles. I wonder if you are able to clean at all...?)
The lingering of-
(tiredness?)
Bitterness.
How unbecoming.
He will not come into this house, Shisui.
[OOC; Surprised? ♥ The whole story behind this is being summarized into a presentable fashion as we speak - Oshima will get the whole story ve~ery shortly. But until then, we're just going to keep you guessing~~~~ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥]
It has besought me, the academia (like a stay). The sex in it is nothing. (And so the intercourse itself might be disregarded. Metaphorically speaking.) The dean has discussed with me the fact that I will have to make up at least one semester in an Independent Studies program, and if it is the tuition but not the time invested to such that I will begrudge- (but that would be foolish. To waste. How unsatisfactory.)
And that my body would still betray me with its weakness. (And that sleep would still loiter unkindly to the side of my mind and not anywhere near the cusp of it. I am filled with distaste.) I think that Pein would like to work my muscles until they are bone. That anyone should have to endure such constance. (You know, of course that you make my studying very difficult with your eyes. They're irritating. She irritates me more, of course, but you shouldn't like me to speak as such, in the same way I think she should like me not to speak at all. But if rotund is what she is then you will have to allow me to partake.) And rotund is what she is.
The light that filters in around the edges.
(I will have to wash the curtains again. Have you touched them at all since I departed? They look disgusting. I'm repulse to touch them. The dust will unfurl like wings and that shan't be to my liking, as we both know. This place is in shambles. I wonder if you are able to clean at all...?)
The lingering of-
(tiredness?)
Bitterness.
How unbecoming.
He will not come into this house, Shisui.
[OOC; Surprised? ♥ The whole story behind this is being summarized into a presentable fashion as we speak - Oshima will get the whole story ve~ery shortly. But until then, we're just going to keep you guessing~~~~ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥]