黒値辜 ♥ 砂糖 { kuroneko satou } (
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mayfield_rpg2012-07-11 03:11 pm
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♥ good life choices
[ action ♥ 335 Brady Lane ]
[ When Satou woke up from dying she was cold and miserable. Just like the last time, she's stuck in a state of being a corpse and feeling so miserable and scared that she flops back in her bed, curls up, and takes some of the morning to feel sorry for herself. Then gets up, covering her head with her bed;s blankets, and goes downstairs. Where she finds two packages. ]
Au... I think I'd rather have a pulse than mail right now...
[ phone ♥ ]
U-um... I'm back! I'm back... Hello. Sorry about being in the carnival, um... I got some mail. Did anyone else get packages?
[ She fiddles with her two new cards. One has her favorite magical girl dress on it and the other has a classic demon. ] I hope everyone got back from the carnival okay. Haruhi-san, do you have the newspaper I gave you? Um, maybe we should get together and look that over... Did anyone else find newspapers or anything useful in the carnival? Could you let me know? I'm Satou, um and. I'm curious.
[ Satou pauses, looking at the card with the demon on it and frowning. Unimpressed with her regain and not sure what it means. ] And um... Alphonse...san, Mr, um... If you're listening, um... I'm sorry, sir... I about not being nice.
[ action ♥ makeout point ]
[ Despite what would be considered "good judgment", Satou heads to makeout point a few hours after her initial phone call to try training her magic. She's frustrated after letting herself get killed again, even when she had her magic, and needs to vent some steam. ]
Hm... no one is here, I hope? I wonder what that second card means...
[ When Satou woke up from dying she was cold and miserable. Just like the last time, she's stuck in a state of being a corpse and feeling so miserable and scared that she flops back in her bed, curls up, and takes some of the morning to feel sorry for herself. Then gets up, covering her head with her bed;s blankets, and goes downstairs. Where she finds two packages. ]
Au... I think I'd rather have a pulse than mail right now...
[ phone ♥ ]
U-um... I'm back! I'm back... Hello. Sorry about being in the carnival, um... I got some mail. Did anyone else get packages?
[ She fiddles with her two new cards. One has her favorite magical girl dress on it and the other has a classic demon. ] I hope everyone got back from the carnival okay. Haruhi-san, do you have the newspaper I gave you? Um, maybe we should get together and look that over... Did anyone else find newspapers or anything useful in the carnival? Could you let me know? I'm Satou, um and. I'm curious.
[ Satou pauses, looking at the card with the demon on it and frowning. Unimpressed with her regain and not sure what it means. ] And um... Alphonse...san, Mr, um... If you're listening, um... I'm sorry, sir... I about not being nice.
[ action ♥ makeout point ]
[ Despite what would be considered "good judgment", Satou heads to makeout point a few hours after her initial phone call to try training her magic. She's frustrated after letting herself get killed again, even when she had her magic, and needs to vent some steam. ]
Hm... no one is here, I hope? I wonder what that second card means...
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Can you, Clover?
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But that's like, nearly totally fuckin' irrelevant.
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[ And all teenage girls shoot guns together! It's the new pedicure. ]
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Satou realizes that she's been breaking the mold of "the person she wants to be" and acting more like... well, herself. ]
O-oh! Well um! I mean um! I was just suggesting since um... we seemed to have it in common! We could do something better... Firing guns is so scary, I think!
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... Ya seemed awfully enthusiastic about it just a second ago.
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But if you would be more comfortable doing something else...?
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[ She has a hard time believing that. ]
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