I'm feeling slutty, dammit!
Funny, really.
I've been trying to distance myself from the guys so I wouldn't be hurt too much, but...
I think I'm in love with Nils and Bartre. I don't know why, but... They just... I don't know, appeal to me. Blue hair and axes are teh smex. And I'm feeling as if I actually love everyone, really. I just want to screw 'em all. Even Florina, although she's much too occupied with her whip these days. Either that, or staring at Lyn's chest. Well, I've been staring at Lyn's chest as well, but... Aren't I justified? I love everyone! And not the platonic way, either!
I think I must take lessons from Legault on how to do massive sex parties. Or at least, try and have him arrange a three-way. Maybe four? After all, if I don't include him, that would be a little rude.
And while I was tactician-ing (read: eavesdropping on people's conversations), I realize that things are a little strange. Conversations have turned awkward whenever I'm around. People have been staring at me.... I don't think I'm good enough, am I? I mean, I think everything's going to turn out as unrequited love, because... well, because... I'm not good enough. My sparkling blue eyes and my sleek black hair and my mysterious nature and... and... well, they can only get me so far.
Oh! Look! Here comes Bartre! I must go an re-fix my image, and then go beg him to teach me how to do that axe swing he does!
I've been trying to distance myself from the guys so I wouldn't be hurt too much, but...
I think I'm in love with Nils and Bartre. I don't know why, but... They just... I don't know, appeal to me. Blue hair and axes are teh smex. And I'm feeling as if I actually love everyone, really. I just want to screw 'em all. Even Florina, although she's much too occupied with her whip these days. Either that, or staring at Lyn's chest. Well, I've been staring at Lyn's chest as well, but... Aren't I justified? I love everyone! And not the platonic way, either!
I think I must take lessons from Legault on how to do massive sex parties. Or at least, try and have him arrange a three-way. Maybe four? After all, if I don't include him, that would be a little rude.
And while I was tactician-ing (read: eavesdropping on people's conversations), I realize that things are a little strange. Conversations have turned awkward whenever I'm around. People have been staring at me.... I don't think I'm good enough, am I? I mean, I think everything's going to turn out as unrequited love, because... well, because... I'm not good enough. My sparkling blue eyes and my sleek black hair and my mysterious nature and... and... well, they can only get me so far.
Oh! Look! Here comes Bartre! I must go an re-fix my image, and then go beg him to teach me how to do that axe swing he does!