Do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful? [Closed]
Characters: Luppi and Cirucci.
Content: The two prima donnas decide to meet up to plan things for the Plane Race. It will probably just give way to gossip and snarky bitching, though. B]
Setting: Cirucci's room.
Time: After the announcement of the race and after Luppi's entry about it.
Warnings: Luppi and Cirucci. In one room. With their haet. And bitching. And, if she gets her way, probably nail polish.
Luppi, following his journal conversation with Cirucci, did a few boring little jobs and then decided to head down to see his ‘friend’. Plotting was always fun, even if it was to do something as ridiculously naughty as bring planes down during a race. He sort of wondered how it would pan out, but he didn’t have high hopes unless Gin intended to stick his oar in about it. He was good at following orders, he wasn't so good at planning it all out.
Still, enduring the company of his bestest friend in the whole wide world (read; bitchy rival) would be fun and enough to kill some time, in the name of naughty plottings. That is, of course, if it doesn’t just dissolve into snarky, bitchy comments.
He made his way to her room, hoping all the way that nobody would see him. He could do without any rumours floating about concerning her and him, especially him in the vicinity of her room. No, thank you. Considering himself safe and unseen, he knocked the door with a sleeved hand. It was muffled, but it should have been loud enough to get her attention.
Content: The two prima donnas decide to meet up to plan things for the Plane Race. It will probably just give way to gossip and snarky bitching, though. B]
Setting: Cirucci's room.
Time: After the announcement of the race and after Luppi's entry about it.
Warnings: Luppi and Cirucci. In one room. With their haet. And bitching. And, if she gets her way, probably nail polish.
Luppi, following his journal conversation with Cirucci, did a few boring little jobs and then decided to head down to see his ‘friend’. Plotting was always fun, even if it was to do something as ridiculously naughty as bring planes down during a race. He sort of wondered how it would pan out, but he didn’t have high hopes unless Gin intended to stick his oar in about it. He was good at following orders, he wasn't so good at planning it all out.
Still, enduring the company of his bestest friend in the whole wide world (read; bitchy rival) would be fun and enough to kill some time, in the name of naughty plottings. That is, of course, if it doesn’t just dissolve into snarky, bitchy comments.
He made his way to her room, hoping all the way that nobody would see him. He could do without any rumours floating about concerning her and him, especially him in the vicinity of her room. No, thank you. Considering himself safe and unseen, he knocked the door with a sleeved hand. It was muffled, but it should have been loud enough to get her attention.