027 - [. . Because this is a special journal number and needs a special post.]
[ Some might have noticed a lack of a certain bomber lately. This could be because he has been busying himself elsewhere on the island. . . Though around 5-6 pm you might spot the younger him on his way back to apartment 027. There were numerous odd things about him. First of all, he was well-dressed, hair tied back in an almost elegant manner with a dozen crimson roses in one hand and a carefully wrapped box in the other. Uri trotted behind him in what was almost a happy little trot, a cute little bell jingling from the crimson bow around his neck. Next, there was the fact that he seemed. . . confident of himself. There was a cheerful grin on his lips as he made his way towards the apartment.
So why?
Because right now he was feeling that there was no way anything could go wrong today. He had been working on something since before day break all day, and so far everything had gone precisely as planned. Nothing burned, nothing had pissed him off, he has yet to break a single thing today, and Uri only scratched him three times today - today absolutely had to be a good day.
And it was Valentine's Day. Everything he had done that day was for one person, and one person only. He had also decided that today. . . Today he was going to get the nerve up to say that. Oh, he's tried before. . .But had lost his nerve everytime.
Not this time. No matter what the outcome would be. He was going to say it. This day was meant for that. All he'd done today was to lead up to this. And by fucking hell, he was going to do it.
This may have been his home too, but for some reason it just felt appropriate to knock. That task completed he shuffled a little, looking down to the feline near his feet who just offered a little meow.]
[OOC: This is backdated to yesterday, because I fail. And he was so busy with what he was doing that he some how completely failed to notice his chocolates. He has a very one track mind. ]
So why?
Because right now he was feeling that there was no way anything could go wrong today. He had been working on something since before day break all day, and so far everything had gone precisely as planned. Nothing burned, nothing had pissed him off, he has yet to break a single thing today, and Uri only scratched him three times today - today absolutely had to be a good day.
And it was Valentine's Day. Everything he had done that day was for one person, and one person only. He had also decided that today. . . Today he was going to get the nerve up to say that. Oh, he's tried before. . .But had lost his nerve everytime.
Not this time. No matter what the outcome would be. He was going to say it. This day was meant for that. All he'd done today was to lead up to this. And by fucking hell, he was going to do it.
This may have been his home too, but for some reason it just felt appropriate to knock. That task completed he shuffled a little, looking down to the feline near his feet who just offered a little meow.]
[OOC: This is backdated to yesterday, because I fail. And he was so busy with what he was doing that he some how completely failed to notice his chocolates. He has a very one track mind. ]