{post-it notes+ blog} Idiots.
{Post-it note passive aggressively lovingly left on a sleeping Juanita's forehead before heading out}
Next time, put the scarf on before you fall asleep if you didn't want me to see.
{Post-it note #2, on his right cheek}
Instead of falling asleep with it in your hand.
{Post it note #3, on his left cheek}
You should have that limp checked out.
{Post-it note #4, on his chest}
And I can see that talk we had meant a lot. Gracias.
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{Blog post}
Tutoring is over, so I'll be picking up double shifts at work until classes start up again. Otherwise, haha, school expenses are going to kill me...
Ah, crap. We ran out of aspirin.
[Locked from Alfred and Juan; fail lock to everyone else]
Suspicions, suspicions. I'm not....disgusted. No, solamente estoy....estoy decepcionada. Como si lo que le digo no significa nada. As much as I don't like him, especially for...para mi hermanito, well, ¿qué puedo hacer? But hopefully, hopefully, estoy exagerando y no hizo nada con ese....con ese pinche hombre. No, ni es hombre. Es un pinche niño. Un pinche niño that has background files on people como un pinche stalker.
But if I stay around, I...already know what's going to happen. So I'll be taking up Valen's offer to accompany her to some...get-together tonight. U-Ugh. Self-control until he tells me himself.
If he tells me.
{OOC Translation: "No, I'm only...dissapointed. As if everything I tell him means nothing....but what can I do?" "....[hopefully] I'm just overreacting and he didn't do anything with that...with that fucking man. No, he's not even a man. He's a fucking boy. A fucking boy [that has background files on people] like a damn stalker."}
Next time, put the scarf on before you fall asleep if you didn't want me to see.
{Post-it note #2, on his right cheek}
Instead of falling asleep with it in your hand.
{Post it note #3, on his left cheek}
You should have that limp checked out.
{Post-it note #4, on his chest}
And I can see that talk we had meant a lot. Gracias.
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{Blog post}
Tutoring is over, so I'll be picking up double shifts at work until classes start up again. Otherwise, haha, school expenses are going to kill me...
Ah, crap. We ran out of aspirin.
[Locked from Alfred and Juan; fail lock to everyone else]
Suspicions, suspicions. I'm not....disgusted. No, solamente estoy....estoy decepcionada. Como si lo que le digo no significa nada. As much as I don't like him, especially for...para mi hermanito, well, ¿qué puedo hacer? But hopefully, hopefully, estoy exagerando y no hizo nada con ese....con ese pinche hombre. No, ni es hombre. Es un pinche niño. Un pinche niño that has background files on people como un pinche stalker.
But if I stay around, I...already know what's going to happen. So I'll be taking up Valen's offer to accompany her to some...get-together tonight. U-Ugh. Self-control until he tells me himself.
If he tells me.
{OOC Translation: "No, I'm only...dissapointed. As if everything I tell him means nothing....but what can I do?" "....[hopefully] I'm just overreacting and he didn't do anything with that...with that fucking man. No, he's not even a man. He's a fucking boy. A fucking boy [that has background files on people] like a damn stalker."}