Valentine's Day Mayhem: Blueberry Flavor
In which it is Valentine's Day, and Blueberry is so mad he's not even speaking Japanese anymore. Also, Nel finally figured out his Valentine candy weakness.
Rating: T
I'm really glad I managed to swing only doing the evening shift at work today. I feel bad for everyone else, though. They're going to be up to their ears in fawning girls.
Wait. Naw, I don't. I've been laughing my ass off all day. Well, when I haven't been taking Nel to see her weird-ass friends. I got volunteered by Yoruichi to shuffle her around today. Gawd, that woman is annoying. Yoruichi, not Nel. Nel has her own special brand of annoying, that today consists of giving me a bag full of chocolate-covered dried blueberries. I think she made them. Lord knows where she got dried blueberries, but hey, the kid's weird. And talented. Those things are actually damn tasty. I'm gonna haveta make her make me some more.
But whatever. Today's Valentine’s, which always puts me in a bad mood. Mostly because everyone else is so damn mushy and generally nauseating about the whole business.
I wandered in a little bit late, but I wasn't terribly worried. Urahara's pretty slack about that stuff. Well, with me, anyway. Dunno bout the others. I opened my locker and stood there for a few moments, stunned speechless. Then I recoiled. I swear that abomination was gonna leap out and either bite me or make me wear it.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT?!” I yelled, whirling around. Behind me stood Hisagi and Schiffer, also clad in pink.
Hisagi was grinning like the cats that just caught the canary, and, just as you were exclaiming over the loss, got into the cream as well. He was palming something to Schiffer, who was looking even more infernally smug than usual.
There will be hell to pay, Urahara. Hell to pay.
Especially since I think Nel was going to try to pick me up from work. Shit.
I stormed Urahara's office. I was so mad I wasn't even speaking Japanese anymore - I think I was speaking German. Nel's native language is wonderful for being angry in. He looked wonderfully confused for a bit, and then pulled out his phone. I shut up immediately - I did not want him calling Yoruichi (devil-woman she is). He talked to me briefly, and I managed to reign in most of my sporadic temper. I still had to wear the damn thing.
I hate those two. Whoever thought it was a good idea to first introduce Yoruichi Shihōin to Urahara Kisuke should be mauled, set on fire, covered with honey and fed to the ants. Not necessarily in that order
I got into the uniform with a quiet litany of all the curses I knew, in all the languages I knew them in. Ulquiorra gave me a slightly surprised (well, as far as that bitch ever shows emotion) glance. I think he's from Germany, actually. Which would explain that mildly scandalized look in his eyes.
Yeah. Now I miss Nel, even with her annoying-as-hell attitudes.
Sometimes I really hate my life.
Rating: T
I'm really glad I managed to swing only doing the evening shift at work today. I feel bad for everyone else, though. They're going to be up to their ears in fawning girls.
Wait. Naw, I don't. I've been laughing my ass off all day. Well, when I haven't been taking Nel to see her weird-ass friends. I got volunteered by Yoruichi to shuffle her around today. Gawd, that woman is annoying. Yoruichi, not Nel. Nel has her own special brand of annoying, that today consists of giving me a bag full of chocolate-covered dried blueberries. I think she made them. Lord knows where she got dried blueberries, but hey, the kid's weird. And talented. Those things are actually damn tasty. I'm gonna haveta make her make me some more.
But whatever. Today's Valentine’s, which always puts me in a bad mood. Mostly because everyone else is so damn mushy and generally nauseating about the whole business.
I wandered in a little bit late, but I wasn't terribly worried. Urahara's pretty slack about that stuff. Well, with me, anyway. Dunno bout the others. I opened my locker and stood there for a few moments, stunned speechless. Then I recoiled. I swear that abomination was gonna leap out and either bite me or make me wear it.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT?!” I yelled, whirling around. Behind me stood Hisagi and Schiffer, also clad in pink.
Hisagi was grinning like the cats that just caught the canary, and, just as you were exclaiming over the loss, got into the cream as well. He was palming something to Schiffer, who was looking even more infernally smug than usual.
There will be hell to pay, Urahara. Hell to pay.
Especially since I think Nel was going to try to pick me up from work. Shit.
I stormed Urahara's office. I was so mad I wasn't even speaking Japanese anymore - I think I was speaking German. Nel's native language is wonderful for being angry in. He looked wonderfully confused for a bit, and then pulled out his phone. I shut up immediately - I did not want him calling Yoruichi (devil-woman she is). He talked to me briefly, and I managed to reign in most of my sporadic temper. I still had to wear the damn thing.
I hate those two. Whoever thought it was a good idea to first introduce Yoruichi Shihōin to Urahara Kisuke should be mauled, set on fire, covered with honey and fed to the ants. Not necessarily in that order
I got into the uniform with a quiet litany of all the curses I knew, in all the languages I knew them in. Ulquiorra gave me a slightly surprised (well, as far as that bitch ever shows emotion) glance. I think he's from Germany, actually. Which would explain that mildly scandalized look in his eyes.
Yeah. Now I miss Nel, even with her annoying-as-hell attitudes.
Sometimes I really hate my life.