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[notshirochan]

I figured I should at least make a new post since that... fiasco of a dare I made. Just opening my journal and seeing that makes me wince.  Ch.

Hn, the duck thing... not here, fortunately. Why ducks, though? I'm still having a bit of trouble to understand what happened.

Soul Society is chaotic once again, it seems. Apparently there's been a new

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[popcornlasers]

I DON'T WANT A PINK ONE, I WANT A RED ONE!

[notshirochan]

You want a pink one. You're just saying it's red because you want to look manly.

[popcornlasers]

No, it's red. I think your white hair has seeped into your brain.

[notshirochan]

Now, now, Matt, you don't need to be shy with me. You know I love you either way. And my hair is pretty well settled in my scalp, thank you.

[popcornlasers]

You're the one who wants the pink one, aren't you.

I don't believe you.

[notshirochan]

Why the hell would I want a lightsaber if I have Hyourinmaru?

Gimme your hand... See? Scalp. Not in brain.

[popcornlasers]

Lightsabers can cut through anything.

I bet it's seeped in there anyway.

[notshirochan]

I still have trouble finding something that Hyourinmaru can't cut through, you know?

Hn, you're the anatomy expert, I presume?

[popcornlasers]

But lightsabers cut with energy instead of force! They're so much cooler!

I am. :3

[notshirochan]

Matt... think. What is Hyourinmaru made of?

Are you?

[popcornlasers]

...Metal?

Of course. :3

[notshirochan]

Desk, meet my forehead.

Where's the diploma?

[popcornlasers]

That sounds painful.

I don't have any diplomas. :3

[notshirochan]

Not as the stupid thing you just said.

Then how are you the expert?

[popcornlasers]

Well your sword is made of metal.

You shouldn't question my authority. :3

[notshirochan]

My zanpakutou is made of Soul particules, Matt.

Oh, but I am.