in the pages of a blue boy magazine
Woo-hoo. I'm Kyouya, Diabolo fandom, black hair, brown eyes, five-nine, too-skinny, everyone's favorite psychic-- oh, damn it, this wasn't a list of vital statistics, was it? 'Sup to the new people and sorry I haven't~ been around much for your masochistic pleasure lately. But you can't get rid of me totally, eh? University applications have been calling my name lately. Even if the only thing I can put down for extracurriculars is the GSA 'cause apparently being an ex-cult member won't grant me any brownie points. Oh, well~
Anyway, me and Haru're running the Seinfeld Bet right now and~ thus far... no one's out yet that I can tell (I don't think~ I skipped over anybody hot). Never mind, Bobby lost~. And so did Yuuri! And I've been watching. >D Waiting~ for that miserable instant where you just can't take it anymore. Hands, meet jeans zipper, meet-- well, you know how the rest of it goes, eh? Or you should. Obviously you guys have a hell of a lot more self-control than I ever~ gave you credit for.
For now. >D Good luck to everyone and all that, and remember that sabotage is perfectly~ legal.
Anyway, me and Haru're running the Seinfeld Bet right now and~ thus far... no one's out yet that I can tell (I don't think~ I skipped over anybody hot). Never mind, Bobby lost~. And so did Yuuri! And I've been watching. >D Waiting~ for that miserable instant where you just can't take it anymore. Hands, meet jeans zipper, meet-- well, you know how the rest of it goes, eh? Or you should. Obviously you guys have a hell of a lot more self-control than I ever~ gave you credit for.
For now. >D Good luck to everyone and all that, and remember that sabotage is perfectly~ legal.