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[TUESDAY|AFTERNOON]

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I think I owe Sanada a big batch of sweets.

*still recounting on what happened on Saturday*

Comments

[shelteringly.livejournal.com]

.. Me too, pal! Don't forget! even if Sanada ended up gankin' the couch..

[ashenverity.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I won't *forget*, I think it's how I'm not going to *remember*. What happened to you? All I remember was, er, Mitsuru-san on you.

[shelteringly.livejournal.com]

A- aw, c'mon, man! Pretty please!? .. Well, I found a cowboy hat, called Holly a turtle, and vaguely remember somethin' about somebody named Orobas. What the hell happened to you?

[ashenverity.livejournal.com]

Let me use the couch any time I want? N-nothing but hugging Jin! And may imagined this, but Sanada was unbuttoning my pants...vaguely. *ears and neck turning pink*</s<

[shelteringly.livejournal.com]

You got it. .. W- wha? Y'mean Pickle-boy? Waaait, I remember that!

[ashenverity.livejournal.com]

Very, very vaguely. I think I spilled something on him--*blush is spreading like crazy all over his face* What?! I-I don't think you were even near us!

[shelteringly.livejournal.com]

I was at the table, bro. Provided, I think that was after Mitsuru knocked me down, but-- Haah! You're totally blushing!!

[ashenverity.livejournal.com]

Wait, wasn't Touya there too-- *caught off guard and turns red* I-I am not blushing! And that does not imply anything!

[shelteringly.livejournal.com]

I think so. Haaah! It's totally cute, bro'!! S'ok, I won't tell nobody.

[ashenverity.livejournal.com]

Maybe he knows who started it. Or better yet, did it.C-cute? How is it cute??? *still red, so very red*

[shelteringly.livejournal.com]

It was the fella' with the scarf; Mitsuru was talkin' about him. It just is. It's even cuter that you're gettin' all flustered over it, haaah!! What, d'you like Sanada or somethin'?

[ashenverity.livejournal.com]

Scarf...? Oh, you mean that new guy-- wait, the NEW guy? S-shut up, and no, I don't like him that way! I just met him!

[shelteringly.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Ryouji or somethin'. Whaaat? You totally do, ahaaah! It's so cute!

[ashenverity.livejournal.com]

Ryouji? *eyebrow twitching as he notes the name* W-what do you know about my feelings! *trying to regain composure and failing spectacularly*

[shelteringly.livejournal.com]

I know you're gettin' all blush-y and fluster-y when I talk about Sanadaaa~. ♥

[ashenverity.livejournal.com]

I-I never...! Sanada isn't...! *sputters incoherently and really wants to die a quick and painless death right now*

[shelteringly.livejournal.com]

>:) You totally got competition, bro'. Like. 3/4 of the girls at our school, y'know?

[ashenverity.livejournal.com]

Three-fourths of girls? *never realized Sanada was that popular* Wait a minute, why do I even want to know?!

Private to Ryuubashi

[kirijou.livejournal.com]

...Oh no. Not you too. Poor Akihiko...and on his birthday as well.

Re: Private to Ryuubashi

[ashenverity.livejournal.com]

Wait, you too? Oh...his birthday? Dammit, I owe he something better than sweets then.

Re: Private to Ryuubashi

[kirijou.livejournal.com]

If what you're talking about is what I'm thinking about, then yes. *would rather not actually mention the 'deed' itself* Yes, that party was on the day of his birthday (that's why I was trying to bake that cake)...would you mind if I asked you to make him something for my part as well?

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[ashenverity.livejournal.com]

I think I know what you're talking about, but... *does not want to get embarrassed in front of Mitsuru* ...that was. An interesting cake. But I wouldn't mind doing it for you, but you're going to write 'Happy Birthday' so it shows you did something.

Re: Private to Ryuubashi

[kirijou.livejournal.com]

I know. *can sympathize* ...indeed it was. Thank you Ryuubashi, I'm honestly grateful for your help.

Re: Private to Ryuubashi

[ashenverity.livejournal.com]

I don't even know what to do with Ryouji for spiking the drinks, or so I heard. *grumbling* You're welcome. And you're free to ask anytime, Mitsuru-san.