The tour's done. Been done for awhile now. And I've spent my free time in the luxury of his arms. Reluctant to keep my distance from him, nevermind the reams of paperwork piling up at his desk. Love him. I've grown so accustomed to waking up beside him and feeling the heat of his body radiate through the sheets. Grown accustomed to sharing his living space - making it our's. It's our's; he said so himself.
Puppy-sat for Die. Tazi's such a fucking cute little bugger. When can we get our's, Kao-kun? Though you know I won't object to a blue-assed, shit-slingin' baboon. I really killed the post with that, didn't I? He promised me a puppy, though. I won't try to eat this one, promise. I want it to be cute, with big eyes and floppy ears. I'll even train it not to shit on the floor. I'll love it and hug it and squeeze it and kiss it and cuddle it - but not as much as
you. Promise.
I have me a little
shadow. What's up, cutie? He's like me. I like him. So long as Kaoru doesn't get us confused. Come over sometime, Ryo. We'll have tea.
Do they make Nintendo controller boxers? I really want a pair.