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I missed you LJ!
Storytiem! I don't care if nobody reads it, I could use the writing practice.
So like, I like to bring my dog down for a walk in the middle of the night, sometimes 11pm, sometimes 12am, sometimes 1am. I usually don't wear a shirt either, cause I'm fucking lazy to put one on. Every other day, I may run into this aggresive Yorkshire Terrier, sometimes walked by a male, sometimes by a female. I never really cared much about them, since their fucking dog is noisy as shit.
So today, I did the usual, when I was walking down the stairs, the Terrier and the male owner was behind me, what a coincidence. Went to open the mailbox as usual, and geez, 2 fucking letters delivered to the wrong box, 1 on 7th, 1 on 3rd, so might as well do some good deed, right? Right.
Then I took the lift to 8th floor, and walked down to 7th, dumped the letter in front of the door, then continued down to 3rd floor, I live on the 2nd by the way. As I approached the door, I noticed it was wide open, "Well, I could just drop it at the door and walk away too without alerting anyone." NOPE. Before I could even throw it on the floor, a woman from the house saw me and was like "Yes?"
At this very instant, the generic eroge message box popped up.
>Jump her, she's wearing clothes that can be removed easily and you're already half naked.
>"Do you like my delicious manboobs with pink nipples?"
>"Oh hi, your letter was delivered to the wrong mailbox."
"Thanks." Then as I turn and left, I could hear the Terrier running up the stairs. It all makes sense now.
Finding #1: The woman from the house, who doesn't look too bad, is the co-owner of the Terrier, she is the female owner, no wonder the door was wide open, the guy didn't even bother to close the damn door.
Finding #2: I always thought that they might be siblings, but from the designs of the interior, there's a higher chance of them being a young couple.
Today, I learnt a little bit about the people living upstairs. Mmm...
Storytiem! I don't care if nobody reads it, I could use the writing practice.
So like, I like to bring my dog down for a walk in the middle of the night, sometimes 11pm, sometimes 12am, sometimes 1am. I usually don't wear a shirt either, cause I'm fucking lazy to put one on. Every other day, I may run into this aggresive Yorkshire Terrier, sometimes walked by a male, sometimes by a female. I never really cared much about them, since their fucking dog is noisy as shit.
So today, I did the usual, when I was walking down the stairs, the Terrier and the male owner was behind me, what a coincidence. Went to open the mailbox as usual, and geez, 2 fucking letters delivered to the wrong box, 1 on 7th, 1 on 3rd, so might as well do some good deed, right? Right.
Then I took the lift to 8th floor, and walked down to 7th, dumped the letter in front of the door, then continued down to 3rd floor, I live on the 2nd by the way. As I approached the door, I noticed it was wide open, "Well, I could just drop it at the door and walk away too without alerting anyone." NOPE. Before I could even throw it on the floor, a woman from the house saw me and was like "Yes?"
At this very instant, the generic eroge message box popped up.
>Jump her, she's wearing clothes that can be removed easily and you're already half naked.
>"Do you like my delicious manboobs with pink nipples?"
>"Oh hi, your letter was delivered to the wrong mailbox."
"Thanks." Then as I turn and left, I could hear the Terrier running up the stairs. It all makes sense now.
Finding #1: The woman from the house, who doesn't look too bad, is the co-owner of the Terrier, she is the female owner, no wonder the door was wide open, the guy didn't even bother to close the damn door.
Finding #2: I always thought that they might be siblings, but from the designs of the interior, there's a higher chance of them being a young couple.
Today, I learnt a little bit about the people living upstairs. Mmm...