Well, that was short-lived... but amusing.
Back into the closet, ye feminine articles.
Tch; it's raining... I hate rain. It rains often here. Farfarello, I'm borrowing your shirt for work; it's warmer than mine.
[Private: Farfarello]
There's a girl here. Her name is Sakura; she is from my world, and she assisted in my death. Due to... events beyond my control... she and I...... may or may not have.... ah...
.... It was the gods' fault, alright? Point being, she's here, I'm here, I still hate her a bit, and this has been Sasori with daily confessionals to spare myself the embarrassment of telling you face to face.
[[ooc; Sasori has been bitten by the truth-bug, and will be spilling his guts :D do enjoy it...~]]