LARGE FRIES, MOTHER-[insert bad word here]

[mitamisha]

My icon is amazing.

I was bored earlier. My sister suggested I should write a love letter or something because she's retarded. But I didn't feel like doing my thirty Math Problems of Doom™ anyway, so I gave it a shot. This is as far as I got:

DEAR YAGYUU,

HI.

LOVE, NIOU

I'm obviously awesome.

Comments

[lasering]

...

Niou-kun.

[lasering]

It should be obvious.

[mitamisha]

If it was obvious I would have gotten it by now!

[lasering]

Well.

Maybe you're slow.

[mitamisha]

Pshaw.

The love letter bit?

[lasering]

Perhaps. Probably.

[mitamisha]

It's not really a love letter.

[lasering]

... Oh.

Well. That's good. It's not like I would've wanted one.

[mitamisha]

I would actually put THOUGHT into a real love letter. Gosh.

[lasering]

It doesn't matter. I don't want one.

[mitamisha]

That means you probably DO want one.

[lasering]

DOES NOT.

Love letters are for girls.

[mitamisha]

So I would be comprising your manliness if I wrote you one?

[lasering]

Only your own.

[mitamisha]

You're the one getting it, though.

[lasering]

Yeah well. Writing it is worse!