your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten
I would've posted this last night if a certain someone named Tsukiko hadn't decided to distract/exhaust me. XD Sorry.
ilu, Hiromi. As much as I ever could love a saccharine sweetheart like you, anyway. One day I think you’re just gonna explode from pent-up sexual frustration. >D I’d help you out with that, but I’m under strict orders not to possess you or drug your ice cream or even SEE you anymore, courtesy Nema-sama. But being on Brawl together’ll be almost as awesome, eh? I’ll dedicate all my fandom posts to Tsukiko you!!!!! ♥
Anyway. For those that missed meeting me (tra~ge~dy) earlier, Kyouya, Diabolo fandom. I’m a part-time senior in high school, part-time general of the apocalypse, full-time hedonistic cynic. Seventeen, nearly eighteen. I’m decent at swordsmanship, better at hand-to-hand fighting, but mostly? I’m a mindreader.
Looking forward to being with Hinamori again, among others. ♥ Sasuke, you should come over. Dork. Light-kun, we should have a nice discussion. Except it’d have to just be over tea, ‘cause I’m hardly a cook. I can bring magazines full of Japan’s latest and greatest models for our haplessly bisexual perusal, eh? The magazine offer actually extends to anyone that wants ‘em since I honestly don’t care, but I figured you should know first, Li-ight...
Envy, I’d like to see you again, too, if you’d like~ Tsukiko-chan says I bring in far too many visitors to the condo as is (and Nema-sama would bitch about me wreck~ing her plans), so I can’t risk that, sadly. >D But I can bring anyone I please over to my house so I’ll send directions~ I think we could have some interesting chats.
Actually I think most of the people here could be interesting to chat with. Under the influence, anyway. Or maybe that’s the latent optimist in me talking. So anyone and everyone else, yo, pleasure to meet you, positive we’ll meet up eventually. We can work something out, I’m sure. Anytime.
ilu, Hiromi. As much as I ever could love a saccharine sweetheart like you, anyway. One day I think you’re just gonna explode from pent-up sexual frustration. >D I’d help you out with that, but I’m under strict orders not to possess you or drug your ice cream or even SEE you anymore, courtesy Nema-sama. But being on Brawl together’ll be almost as awesome, eh? I’ll dedicate all my fandom posts to Tsukiko you!!!!! ♥
Anyway. For those that missed meeting me (tra~ge~dy) earlier, Kyouya, Diabolo fandom. I’m a part-time senior in high school, part-time general of the apocalypse, full-time hedonistic cynic. Seventeen, nearly eighteen. I’m decent at swordsmanship, better at hand-to-hand fighting, but mostly? I’m a mindreader.
Looking forward to being with Hinamori again, among others. ♥ Sasuke, you should come over. Dork. Light-kun, we should have a nice discussion. Except it’d have to just be over tea, ‘cause I’m hardly a cook. I can bring magazines full of Japan’s latest and greatest models for our haplessly bisexual perusal, eh? The magazine offer actually extends to anyone that wants ‘em since I honestly don’t care, but I figured you should know first, Li-ight...
Envy, I’d like to see you again, too, if you’d like~ Tsukiko-chan says I bring in far too many visitors to the condo as is (and Nema-sama would bitch about me wreck~ing her plans), so I can’t risk that, sadly. >D But I can bring anyone I please over to my house so I’ll send directions~ I think we could have some interesting chats.
Actually I think most of the people here could be interesting to chat with. Under the influence, anyway. Or maybe that’s the latent optimist in me talking. So anyone and everyone else, yo, pleasure to meet you, positive we’ll meet up eventually. We can work something out, I’m sure. Anytime.